Sow the seeds of true love! Among all China's traditional educational theories, what I can't understand and accept most is "a dutiful son is born under a stick". Maybe you want to refute it with famous sayings such as "Hate iron does not produce steel" and "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for disease". Even I once thought that my work and status today were the educational achievements of my parents' strict discipline. Among all the childhood pictures in my memory, the clearest one is not the happy time of laughing and fighting, but the scene of parents' "stick education": because they didn't get the certificate of "three good students", they were beaten all over the floor; 14 years old was beaten black and blue by a bamboo stick because he failed to enter the "intensive class"; Because I got more than 70 points in an exam, my mother knocked me down when I washed my feet. My face was covered with blood, I bumped into the door and tripped over the thermos bottle. More than ten years have passed, and I have never mentioned it to anyone again, but I can always remember it as if it were yesterday. If we want to define "stick education", my parents should be the most qualified candidates. Besides playing, I still play. So, what kind of me have I done? Inferiority, always hiding in the corner like a shadow; Loneliness, except for exams, is work, no friends, no life; Ignorance, except studying for exams, knows nothing about the world and social experience, and is a "pure" nerd. The saddest thing is that my world is gray. Depression and melancholy haunt me closely. I remember failing a mock exam in junior high school. I prepared a cup of thick soapy water for myself. If it weren't for the students' trespassing. I always turn the pages of life with trepidation, stumbling in carefree and vibrant youth? In my impression, a leader had to attend class temporarily. I was surprised and anxious. I was dumbfounded in the office and became the laughing stock of everyone until I met my husband, a chubby Maitreya. Then, there is me now. The little flower that has been living in the dark corner, because of the warmth of the sun, began to bloom beautiful face. Many old friends and acquaintances are surprised at my great change-from my brow. Laughing a lot, my friend joked, "You laugh like a new face." There are many people talking and laughing. Every time they talk and laugh, colleagues joke, "Quiet, quiet. The screenwriter of the English group is going to speak! " It was a sunny day, and my old classmates got together and asked me if I had gone to Korea to be a "demon". Now, I am also a parent and have a beautiful daughter. How should I face her? What kind of parents and environment should I give her? Mom, it's not easy. A mother who is not ready to adjust herself with her child's daily growth may unintentionally do things that hurt her child. Do you think the way you always add fish and meat to his bowl and then stare at him kindly won't make him feel burdened? Do you think asking questions can really be understood by children as "understanding"? Do you think that announcing "children rush, mom believes in you" like chanting every day will definitely play a positive role for every child? Do you think everything will be all right if you always hold the mantra of your intimate sister, "You are great, son"? ...... Every growing child is a book, a book that is written quickly, and a different book. Some are modernists, some are classicists; Some are passionate and some are reserved; Some are impulsive and rebellious, and some are indifferent and detached; Some have reserved space for interaction with their parents, while others are more looking forward to talking with their own hearts. Then, I thought of Lei Feng's words. Thought of "spring-like warmth". Warm the child! Not another kind of warmth, not artificial, artificial and unnatural, but pure natural; But not the warmth of summer. It's so hot in summer that I'm afraid the children can't stand it. China's education system has frozen children's hearts. I want to keep my baby warm as spring! Willow willows, cool breeze, warm sunshine, warm spring ... We should strive to create a family emotional environment without coercion, a real post station and a real harbor. Children are treasures in this world, and those who hurt these treasures are guilty! We should be their guardian angels.