After the rooster crowed three times, there was a burst of reading in Zhou Jia Garden: "After cutting the grain, every day at noon, sweat dripped down the soil." Who knows the Chinese food on the plate is hard? "Reading, Zhou Enlai soon learned the poem by heart. But he always felt that he didn't fully understand the artistic conception in the poem: how hard is each grain?

The next day, I came to Jiang's mother's house to play. While eating, he looked at the glistening rice and eagerly asked, "Mom Jiang, how did this rice come from?"

Jiang's mother likes her curiosity very much, so she smiled and told him, "Rice is made of rice. The rice is wrapped in a hard yellow shell. It has to go through soaking seeds to accelerate germination, raising seedlings in the field, transplanting and weeding, fertilization management, pest control, harvesting and threshing until it is smashed into rice. "

"Ah, it's not easy to eat this bowl of rice!" Zhou Enlai said in surprise.

"Yes, I don't know how many farmers will be tired after more than ten passes. This delicious rice was watered by farmers with sweat. " Mother Jiang said with deep feelings.

Jiang's mother's inculcation not only deepened his understanding of poetry, but also encouraged him to study hard. In order to learn Chinese characters well, he not only carefully completed the homework assigned by the teacher, but also insisted on practicing 100 Chinese characters every day.

One day, I went to visit my relatives with my mother Chen, and it was already late at night when I came back. The journey was dusty and exhausted. Young Ryan was exhausted, yawning and fighting with his eyelids, but he still kept practicing calligraphy 100 before taking a rest. When mother Chen saw this scene, she was distressed. She advised, "Write tomorrow!"

"No, Mom, what happened that day was the same day!" Convinced his mother, Chen, to express her position quickly.

He buried his head in a pot of cold water, and immediately drove away the sleepy, and his mind was much clearer.

Just after writing a hundred words, mother Chen grabbed the pen and said, "Come on, go to sleep!" "

"no!" Carefully read the Chinese character 100 in the wet ink, frowning seriously, and said, "Mom Chen, look, these two characters are crooked."

Say, Zhou Enlai's white little hand waved a pen again, and wrote those two words three times again until he was satisfied.

Madame Curie's childhood story

A few decades ago, there was a little girl named Manya in Poland. She was very absorbed in her studies. No amount of noise around can distract her.

Once, Manya was doing her homework, and her sister and classmates sang, danced and played games in front of her. Manya didn't seem to see it, so she was absorbed in reading.

My sister and classmates want to test her. They quietly set up some stools behind Manya, and whenever Manya moved, the stools would fall down. As time went by, Manya finished reading a book and the stool was still standing there.

Since then, my sister and classmates have never made fun of her, and like Manya, they concentrate on reading and study hard.

Manya became a great scientist when she grew up. She is Madame Curie.

The story of Edison's childhood

When Edison was a child, he loved science and everything, so he wanted to try. Once, he saw a hen hatching eggs and asked his mother curiously, "Why is the hen lying motionless on the eggs?" ? Are you sick? "His mother told him that this is a brooding chicken, and in a few days, a chicken will come out of the eggshell."

After listening to his mother, Edison felt very novel. He thought, hens can lie on eggs and hatch chicks. How do eggs become chickens? Can people lie on it? He decided to give it a try Edison brought some eggs from home and found a secluded place in his neighbor's house. He first built a nest, covered it with soft thatch, then put the eggs away and squatted on it. He wants to see with his own eyes how eggs hatch chickens. It's getting dark and Edison hasn't come home yet. The family were very anxious, so they looked for him everywhere. Looking around, I found Edison in my neighbor's backyard. I saw him sitting motionless on a grass nest with many blades of grass on his body and head. When the family saw it, they were angry and funny. They asked him, "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to hatch eggs! The chicken is about to hatch. " "What eggs hatched? Come out! " Dad shouted. "Hens can hatch eggs. I want to see how to hatch chickens. " "No, no! Hurry home! " Dad lost his temper again.

Mother didn't blame and make fun of him, because she knew the child's personality and smiled and said, "People's body temperature is not as high as that of chickens. You can't hatch like this. " Edison didn't hatch chickens, but he increased his knowledge through this activity. Another time, Edison saw birds flying freely in the sky, thinking, birds can fly, why can't people fly? Can you add wings to people? It suddenly occurred to him that balloons can fly into the sky without wings. How about inflating people's bodies? So I found a powder that can produce gas and let a little friend drink it to see if he can fly like a balloon. But after a while, the little friend had a stomachache, cried loudly and almost died. For this matter, dad gave him a good beating, and he couldn't tell what experiment he would do in the future. But Edison was still unconvinced and said, "How can I know if people can fly without doing experiments?"

A pestle can be ground into a needle-it's steady.

Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, read those classics and history books when he was young. Those books are very profound. He couldn't go on reading for a while, and felt bored, so he left his book and played truant.

He wandered around and looked around. He saw an old mother sitting on a low stool on the grindstone, grinding up and down on the grindstone with a big iron bar in her hand, so absorbed that Li Bai squatted in front of her without noticing.

Li Bai didn't know what his old mother was doing, so he asked curiously, "Old mother, what are you doing?"

"sharpen the needle." The old mother didn't look up, but simply answered Li Bai, still grinding the iron bar in her hand seriously.

"sharpen the needle?" Li Bai was puzzled. What the old mother grinds in her hand is obviously a thick iron bar. How could it be a needle? Li Bai couldn't help but ask again: "Old mother, the needle is very, very small. What you are grinding is a thick iron bar!" " "

The old mother said while grinding, "I just want to grind this iron bar into tiny needles."

"What?" Li Bai has some accidents. He blurted out, "Can such a thick iron bar be ground into a needle?"

At this time, the old mother looked up at Xiao Li Bai kindly and said, "Yes, the iron bar is thick and big, and it is very difficult to grind it into a needle." But I insist on grinding every day. One day, I will grind it into a needle. Son, as long as you work hard, iron bars can be ground into needles! "

Li Bai was a very sensible child when he was young. After listening to his old mother's words, he suddenly understood a lot and thought, "Yes! You can do anything as long as you have perseverance and persist in doing it every day. The same is true of reading. Although there is something you don't understand, as long as you insist on reading more and reading every day, you will always understand. " Thought of here, Li Bai was deeply ashamed and his face was burning. So he began to run home, went back to his study, opened books he didn't understand, and continued reading.

Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy hard.

Wang Xizhi likes calligraphy since he was a child. After decades of hard work, his calligraphy art has finally reached the peak of transcendence and is known as the "book saint".

When Wang Xizhi 13 years old, he happened to find that his father had a calligraphy book of Shuo, and he stole it. His father worried that he was too young to keep the secret of the family heirloom and promised that he would teach when he grew up. Unexpectedly, Wang Xizhi knelt down and asked his father to allow him to study now. His father was very moved and finally agreed to his request.

Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy very hard, even eating and walking, and he really kept practicing. Without pen and paper, he scratched on his body, and over time, his clothes were cut. Sometimes I practice my handwriting to the point of forgetfulness. Once, he forgot to eat when he practiced calligraphy, and his family sent the meal to the study. He didn't even think about it. He dipped it in ink and ate it. He still thought it was delicious. It was already dark when the family found out.

Wang Xizhi often writes in the pool, so he washes the inkstone in the pool. After a long time, he ran out of ink, so he was called "Mo Chi". At present, Lanting in Shaoxing, Xigu Mountain in Yongjia, Zhejiang, Guizong Temple in Lushan and other places have places of interest known as "Mo Chi".

A hole was drilled in the wall to get light from the neighbor's house.

In the Western Han Dynasty, there was a farmer's child named Kuang Heng. He wanted to study very much when he was a child, but because his family was poor, he couldn't afford to go to school. Later, he learned to read from a relative before he could read.

Kuang Heng can't afford books, so he has to borrow books to read. At that time, books were so valuable that people who had books refused to lend them to others easily. During the busy farming season, Kuang Heng worked as a short-term worker for wealthy families and asked them to lend him books for free.

A few years later, Kuang Heng grew up and became the main labor force in the family. He works in the field all day, and only has time to read a little book during his lunch break, so it often takes ten days and a half months to finish reading a book. Kuang Heng was in a hurry, thinking: planting crops during the day, no time to read, you can spend more time reading at night. But Kuang Heng's family is too poor to buy oil for lighting. What should we do?

One night, Kuang Heng was lying in bed reciting the books he had read during the day. Behind me, I suddenly saw a light coming through the east wall. He stood up and went to the wall to have a look. Ah! It turned out that the neighbor's light came through the cracks in the wall. So Kuang Heng thought of a way: he picked up a knife and dug several cracks in the wall. In this way, the light coming through is also very big, so he gathered the light coming through and began to read.

Kuang Heng studied so hard that he became a learned man.

Listen to the story of Zhang Yimou when he was a child.

At the turn of spring and summer from 65438 to 0999, I found Zhang Yimou's mother's house. Mother Zhang made tea and handed me a business card. On the front of the business card is printed: Chinese Journal of Dermatology and Venereology, Professor Zhang Xiaoyou from Dermatology Department of China Medical Abstracts. On the back: Professor of Dermatology, Second Affiliated Hospital of Xi Medical University, member of Xi Branch of Dermatology, Chinese Medical Association. The following is an interview with Zhang's mother.

I gave birth to an artistic plan at 1950. His birthday is April 1 1. Yimou was born at 7 am. Yimou's father asked a Japanese wife to pick him up.

Yimou's name was given by my father. Father thought and thought, took a red note and wrote three words: Zhang Yimou. Why did you choose this name? People who care about others are also honored. My father hopes his children will achieve something in the future. Because of this name, something interesting happened after Yimou went to school. Because the word "ghost" is not easy to write, some people wrote his name as Zhang Zhimou, others as Zhang Yemou, and some students joked with him and called him Zhang conspiracy. In a fit of pique, he changed his name, and now he is called "Yimou".

I gave birth to Yimou, and I took care of him at home for a year. A year later, I was admitted to medical university. His father's salary is very low. As soon as I go to college, I have to use his money. My family is short of money, and my situation is getting worse.

Yimou was very poor when he was a child. He is wearing patched clothes and cloth shoes made by my mother-in-law. I don't even remember giving him pocket money, as long as he can eat.

Yimou went to kindergarten at the age of 6. Every day, I send him there. Sometimes he doesn't want to go, so I put him on my back to coax him. He can remember now.

Later, the family situation became worse and worse. His father's salary is not high, only 60 yuan. The salary I got after graduation was only 59.5 yuan, which I have been getting for many years. 1954 gave birth to a second child, and 1957 gave birth to a third child. The hardships of life can be imagined.

Aunt Yimou's daughter is one or two years older than him. In elementary school, Yimou was greatly influenced by this cousin. His cousin loves painting, and Yimou follows. Cousin paints beautiful women and asks for warriors. In addition, he also portrayed and carved many warriors, all kinds. During the "Cultural Revolution", Yimou studied color painting, painted with a brush, painted plum blossoms and painted heads. This little guy is still famous here. After the Cultural Revolution began, Yimou painted ten portraits of Chairman Mao in different periods, which were very large and placed in the yard. He also drew a picture and posted it on the door.

Before the fourth grade of primary school, Yimou loved painting and reading novels all day. When he was a child, he was poorly nourished and in poor health. Once he fainted in class. I took him to our hospital for examination and found that he was anemic. He lives in the pediatric ward. I will go to see him as soon as I have time. Every time I go, I see him reading with a thick book in his arms. I followed him during a patient visit. Professor He of Pediatrics lost his temper and said, "Dr. Zhang, what's wrong with you? It's a waste of brains for you to let him read such a thick book! " I confiscated the book at once.

Yimou likes folk stories and masterpieces best. What? A Dream of Red Mansions, Water Margin and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Yimou finished reading these books as early as primary and secondary schools. Later, I heard from his cousin: "When I was a child, I played with children in the alley of someone else's house. He never fights with people, so people let him tell stories. Many children gathered around and listened attentively! "

Yimou can listen quietly, and he is a very attentive person, just like his father. He loves studying as much as I do, so although he always reads novels after school, his academic performance is still very good. Every semester, he will get back a three-good student card. I didn't keep it for him, and I never hung it on the wall because I thought he should. You may think that I don't educate my children enough, but Yimou is not conceited until now. I have never cultivated his sense of superiority.

Yimou's father is a grumpy man, and so is Yimou himself. He goes home occasionally, and both of them sit there with their father. You read the newspaper and I read the newspaper, each reading his own, and no one said a word. Sometimes when I go to sleep, he is still there watching, immersed in his own world, as if he has nothing to say to us. I realized that when the child grows up, he has his own life, and home is just a place for him to rest. But I still told him, Yimou, that he is your father. When you come back, ask him how he is, whether he is well or not, and whether there are any difficulties at home. He doesn't need your help, but you should let him know that you care about him. People are old and need the warmth of their children.

After listening to these words, Yimou seemed to realize something and nodded again and again. Since then, Yimou took the initiative to talk to his father as soon as he got home, and his father began to talk more. His father is very interesting. Once the chatterbox is opened, there will be a lot to say. Sometimes I just interrupt, so the family atmosphere is more active than before. I understand why Yimou doesn't like to talk when he comes home. Character is only one aspect. Besides, he is still young, and his mind is devoted to his own career.

Actually, Yimou is a little afraid of his father. He never said it, but I do know it. That's what Yimou smoked when he filmed Red Sorghum. Xiaohua came and told us how many ashtrays Yimou had. As soon as I heard it, I thought it was a terrible thing. His father used to smoke. Although he gave up smoking later, tracheitis remained and never recovered. So, I made a special trip to Xi 'an with his father. I went to his place and saw the smell of smoke and ashtrays, all of which were there. His father immediately wrote him a note telling him to quit smoking immediately.

I used to know that Yimou smoked. I told him several times, but it was useless. We made a special trip to Xi 'an, and his father wrote a note to show his attitude, so he gave up smoking. Later, when someone asked him why he quit smoking, he said: He wanted to make more movies. But I know his father played a role.

This shows from one side that Yimou's father is a very strict person with delicate feelings but not exposed, much like Yimou's father. I have never seen their father and son cry, even in those years when the family parted ways. Only once, Yimou's father was seriously ill, and Yimou came all the way back. I said to Yimou's father, "Yimou is back. If you have something to tell your child, just tell him. " As a result, their father and son cried bitterly, and I also shed a lot of tears.

Barents who Overcome Disability-Persistence

Barene was disabled by illness when she was a child, and her mother felt like a knife, but she endured grief. She thinks that what children need most now is encouragement and help, not mother's tears. Mother came to Barone's sickbed, took his hand and said, "Son, mother believes that you are an ambitious person. I hope you can bravely walk on the road of life with your own legs! Good Barene, can you promise your mother? "

Mother's words hit Barene's heart like a hammer. He threw himself into his mother's arms and burst into tears.

Since then, whenever my mother is free, she will practice walking and doing gymnastics for Barene, and she is often so tired that she sweats. Once my mother caught a bad cold. She felt that a mother should not only teach by example, but also set an example. Despite her high fever, she got out of bed as planned to help Barene practice walking. Soybean-like sweat dripped from her mother's face. She wiped with a dry towel, gritted her teeth, and helped Barene finish the exercise plan for the day.

Physical exercise makes up for the inconvenience caused by disability to Barene. His mother's example deeply educated Barone, and he finally withstood the severe blow of fate. He studies hard and his academic performance has always been among the best in his class. Finally, he was admitted to the Medical College of Vienna University with excellent results. After graduating from college, Barene devoted all her energy to the research of otology. Finally, I finally got on the podium of the Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine.