Misty prose

I have read Xi Murong's essay In the Mist, and I have always believed that there will always be a time when the fog clears.

There is no doubt that the weather will directly affect one's mood. The rain in recent days is as gentle as a lover, and sometimes it makes people feel disgusted.

From then on, I began to wonder if I was a little nervous, and I often looked forward to the next rain on a sunny day. The rain has finally come, which seems to be not what I expected.

My son's business is over for the time being, but the dust has not settled. I'm struggling with this. Where will my son go? Feet grow on the son's legs after all. I'm not complaining about my son. In fact, my son has worked hard, although the results are not satisfactory. Always find some unrealistic reasons to comfort yourself. If every child is a genius, it is not Peking University, and Tsinghua will break into the house.

I never expected my son to be admitted to Peking University Tsinghua. But from the bottom of my heart, I still hope that he can redouble his efforts and be admitted to a better university, which will at least play a decisive role in his future career. The failure of the senior high school entrance examination directly led to a more difficult road to university. Although I don't know how to encourage my son, I didn't mean to hit him.

I envy seeing other people's children clever and clever. Think about the responsibilities of parents. Our son is still young. We were still in the countryside at that time. Those peasants' loose habits, after listening and listening, have been deeply rooted in their son's heart and have not changed for many years. That year, my son was five years old, and I left him at his grandfather's house.

My son went to preschool, and after a year, he basically didn't know how to add, subtract, multiply and divide, let alone Chinese Pinyin. The only surprise is that my son learned to lie, even without a teacher. My wife and I can only smile bitterly. My wife and father have tried their best to help look after the children after busy farming.

The next year, my wife learned from a painful experience, and instead of going out to work with me, she took her son to Wuhan. My son was educated in the countryside since childhood. He can't speak Mandarin, so it is difficult to communicate with the teacher. Because there is no good foundation, until now, my son's pinyin AN and ANG are difficult to distinguish clearly.

As a marginal person, I am well aware of my embarrassing situation. Rao, my wife and I still put the education of our children first. There is often a stinging pain in my heart that I hate iron not to produce. Compared with other children, my son's grades are always not very good. Compared with other people's parents, my wife and I certainly have more shortcomings ...

When my son was in high school that year, my wife and I ran a small supermarket at school. Although the supermarket is small, the business is super good. I still remember what my son's class teacher said: just remember to make money, and the children are not well educated. What do you need money for? I once retorted: if you don't make money, what can you use as a fund for children's education?

Now that I think about it, I used to be stubborn. It was not until my son secretly took out the money in the drawer to buy toys and food that my wife and I found out. In fact, it's not entirely the child's fault. My wife and I took it out on our son completely. My way of education follows my parents' old almanac, thinking that filial sons are born under the sticks.

My son is not afraid of being beaten, so that he has a generous manner after doing something wrong.

Gradually, my son grew up. I realize that beating is not an effective way, and its effect is often counterproductive, which will lead my son to use more lies to deal with adults. My wife and I began to implement parenting education from our son's junior high school. After years of experience, my son has long been a carrot and stick, and sometimes he goes his own way, which makes my wife and I have a headache.

Learning is like building a house. Without a solid foundation, you can never afford to build a tall building. My son has a poor foundation and has been in a passive state. The transfer exam in April, the results have been in the middle and lower reaches of the class.

At that time, my son studied hard and couldn't go out to sea all day. At the end of the senior high school entrance examination, my son's grades didn't come out, but my wife's white hair came out a lot.

My son's grades almost reached the entrance examination line, as if he had been rejected. But many problems can be solved with money. In fact, I don't know if those high schools are in a state of enrollment saturation. If so, no amount of money can recruit more students. If not, why set the score so high?

The society is very contradictory and confusing.

My son still wants to study, which is the only thing that makes me feel gratified. At least he didn't compromise, at least he looked forward to the life of the ivory tower. My wife and I finally decided to let our son go back to school for one year. I hope our son can work hard with us in the rest of the day.

I never dare to talk to my son about the real society. My son's young mind is flawless. I don't want him to see too much darkness. I heard from my wife that my son had a physical education exam that day and his parents were present. Individual parents deliberately befriended the examiner and stuffed cigarettes to the examiner. As a result, the delay device was really delayed. My son got five points in the exam after running, five points less than the full mark. The wife said that when her son came home, he cried very sadly. The wife can only comfort her son to make persistent efforts next time, but we can never do anything about some social phenomena.

Although my son's performance in the senior high school entrance examination is not ideal, he still exceeds many students who usually have better grades than him. It's good to have progress. I remember there is a saying in a TV series that people are not cute unless they make mistakes ... I can feel the helplessness in this sentence, but I also praise the host for keeping such a sunny attitude. It is human nature to make mistakes. A word from my friend made me realize: to paint afterwards, first paint people in color, and then decorate them in white like painting. Grow up first, then grow up!

I once again remembered the phrase "seeing flowers in the fog". Because no matter how much you are like me, you can't fully understand my heart. What's more, when I walked forward, I gradually changed my face in the fog. I can no longer be, and I don't want to be, the old me.

For "you", I have been here, and only "I" know that I am not the whole me. Because, at the moment, I am already outside Qianshan.

Because no matter how much you are like me, you can't fully understand my heart. What's more, when I walked forward, I gradually changed my face in the fog. I can no longer be, and I don't want to be, the old me.

I know you are not a fixed person. Whether it's a wife, a son, a friend or a confidant, or this messy world, let's keep walking in the fog, including making friends, caring for each other and running a family. There will always be a time when the fog clears, or at this moment, the sun is shining outside the window and everything is full.

I hope everyone's mood is as bright as the weather at the moment. ...