Piercing the secular dust, the child's real eyes see the starry sky. Facing the secular prejudice, he can "cover his eyes without fear of floating clouds". Its realm is like the highest of the three realms of life in Legend on Earth: just like climbing the peak of flying, what you seek and see is in the blink of an eye.
In the adult world, a child is like a tree. The wind blows gracefully, the clouds pass lovingly, the running water is diligent and the flowers are blurred, but it still stands there and looks motionless in all directions. At a glance, it can be seen that the king has no so-called "new clothes".
The child's eyes are real.
But Kaista said: "From the tree of life to the cannery of civilized society, it has become a canned product."
When the tide of society pours down, can the truth of children still be intact? Mao Ying mentioned a post in a recent program, in which a child asked his mother to let him learn piano in the first grade of primary school. Because the child's deskmate has learned the mental arithmetic of hundreds of digits when learning 1+ 1, and has been able to communicate in English when learning abc phonetic symbols, and at this time the deskmate has passed the piano band 8.
When we look into children's clear eyes, we realize that they are still hiding in adults' bodies after having the warmth like flowers and angelic smiles, and become as bloated, flashy, eager for quick success, vulgar and boring as adults. ...
The so-called maturity of children, on the surface, is a kind of appreciation, but from the perspective of life aesthetics, it is actually a subtraction. They constantly hand over their innate beautiful elements and pure qualities in exchange for some logic and survival skills in the world.
When people become bloated, life becomes suspicious, just like a cooked scallop, who can't hear the sound of debut and smell the sea.
There is a saying in the Book of Songs: I walk slowly, with thirst and hunger, and I am sad. I don't know that I am sad. I think this is the feeling of many individuals in society.
We should not bring the hypocrisy and indifference of the adult world to them.
Our expectations of our children show our expectations of this country. Children in a country, when they grow up, should, as Zhang Chao in the Qing Dynasty said in his dream, "Because of wine, because of flowers, because of beauty, because of snow, because of the moon, because of chivalrous people, because of mountains." When I grow up, I will be moved by the sunset like Russian Levitan, and I will find my place in Tchaikovsky's andante like a song. I will not be moved again.
Liang Shuming wrote a book, will the world be better? I thought the same thing.