Hu Bin, a teacher who promotes traditional culture.

"Sheep have the grace of kneeling and breastfeeding, and birds have the reward of feeding back." However, today's children are all only children, and they are the little sun at home. Most children lack gratitude and think that everything their parents do for them is natural, and they only know how to enjoy and don't know how to pay. Only know yourself, but not others; I only know how to be loved, but I don't know how to return it. ...

In order to cultivate children's gratitude, my son and I entered the happy life culture class organized by Blue State Company. The Happy Life Culture Class is a public welfare class that promotes traditional culture and benefits thousands of families in Qian Qian. All the activities of this class are funded by donations from the CEO of a blue state company in * * District and donations from the public.

When I came to the headquarters of Happy Culture Classroom, my son's face was somewhat disappointed. Isn't this a factory? Aren't you here for the parent-child summer camp? I patiently enlightened my son: "You will be safe when you come." Five days passed quickly. "After simply eating some vegetarian dishes, we walked into the classroom with the volunteer teacher. Everyone here is gentle and polite. When they meet, they all bow deeply and show sincere smiles on their faces. From the moment we entered the classroom, we enjoyed the feast of traditional culture and washed our souls every day. Here, we get up after five o'clock every day and read classics. It's really "getting up early and going to bed late". In class, we listen to wonderful lectures together and talk about our own gains. We laugh together, cry together and thank the world together. These five days, we have gained too much, and our faces are covered with moving tears every day. Here, I selected some shots to share with you:

Lens 1: Precious Gift

What is a "precious gift"? In fact, it is the leftovers of students, and volunteer teachers regard them as "precious gifts". Please look at the scene in the dining hall: a child accidentally dropped some corn while eating, only to see the volunteer teacher quietly bend down, pick it up one by one, wipe it on his clothes a few times, slowly put it in his mouth and chew it with relish. At this time, I saw my son quickly pick up the rice grains on the table. Some children are about to throw away some leftovers after eating, but they see the volunteer teacher bow deeply, take the plate with both hands, gently pour the leftovers into their own plates and share this "precious gift". Looking at the scenes, everyone's mind was hit hard. There was no serious preaching, only smiling faces and concerned eyes. But our hearts seem to be suffering from heavy rain, washing our dusty hearts. In the first class, we also saw some shocking pictures, which gave us more profound enlightenment. I wonder, when you see Somali children standing behind the cow's ass and sucking cow shit, will you still pour food into the trash can? When you see children in water-deficient countries washing their hair with cow urine, will you still waste a drop of water? () When you see the Pulitzer Prize-winning painting "Hungry Girl", a girl like a skeleton climbs to the food distribution, and the vulture standing behind is ready to peck, won't you have a heart-wrenching pain? On the first day of study, each of us was tortured by our souls and fell into deep reflection. The first day of study taught us to be grateful for everything around us, every grain and every drop of water. ...

Lens 2: The candle lights up the heart lamp.

The next night, Teacher Jin Yajia shared a song of gratitude with us, and the affectionate singing made us burst into tears. The host recited "If I Have Three Days of Light" for us in the dark. Then, a deep baritone sounded in my ear: "Happiness in the eyes of * * only touches the outline of our loved ones' faces, but we are filial to our parents day and night." "At this time, a small candle lit up in the darkness. The volunteer teacher came into the classroom with a small candle in his hand and passed them on to us. The host's voice rang again: "Everyone is staring at this little candlelight, burning out their bodies and bringing us light. Looking at the candlelight, who will you think of? Candle tears are like the tears left by your parents. It was a summer night ... "The teacher's narrative opened the valve of our memory, and the little things that parents took care of themselves were played in their minds like movies, and tears could not help falling on their faces." The tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the son wants to be filial and not stay! We must not let our lives leave such regrets! "In the candlelight, we silently repented and prayed ... At this time, I saw my son who was rarely emotional, with tears in his eyes.

Scene 3: Bow down and thank your parents.

On the third night, we watched "I was expelled from thirteen schools", and Hu Bin, a young man who lost his footing, told his story with tears. How did he go astray step by step because of Internet addiction? How his mother pulled him back from the abyss step by step. Teacher Hu Bin said that he played games online for a week in a row. Before playing, he went to the supermarket to buy a big bag of food, and then he stopped sleeping and playing. He often fights, plays truant and even does something illegal. Everyone thought he was hopeless, and even his father denied him as a son. However, his mother never left him. By chance, his mother came into contact with the traditional culture class, which changed the child's life. Speaking of what his mother had done for him, with millions of people watching, Mr. Hu Bin plopped down on his knees and confessed to his mother. At this moment, we are all in tears. At this time, the host walked slowly to * *. "Today, many children signed up to bow down to their parents and thanked them for their parenting." My heart thumped and I looked at my son not far away. There is no special expression on my face. I looked around again and saw my father sitting in the back seat. No ...? I have a strange feeling in my heart. The host began to read out the list, "Brief!" The first is the son's name. I'm a little surprised that my son, who is usually reluctant to confess, will sign up. At this moment, my son came up to me with red eyes. He took me and his father's hand and came to the podium. Several parents were invited to the stage and the children stood in front of them. At this time, sacred music sounded and struck the depths of everyone's soul. "kowtow!" The children plopped down in front of their parents. At this time, my tears couldn't bear it any longer, rushing out like a raging river. My son used to take his parents' efforts for granted. After a few days of study, he became much more sensible. He learned to be grateful to his parents, which is the most gratifying thing for me. Son, mom loves you forever! Then, the volunteer teacher brought a basin, and our son carefully washed our feet. Watching my son brush over and over again, tears of happiness flow in my heart. After washing, I motioned my son to put the towel for washing feet in my hand. I said to myself: I will cherish this towel and cherish my son's love for us. ...

Lens 4: Role Exchange Experience

Parents have always taken good care of their children since childhood. Taking children as the apple of their eyes, holding them in their hands and turning a blind eye to their parents' hardships have created many "little emperors" and "little princesses". Today, all children who attend the course must exchange roles with their parents and take care of their "children". The host invited all the parents to the podium, and the children put blindfolds on them. At this moment, parents become "children" who need to be taken care of. My son helped me gently put on the mask, and my eyes suddenly became dark. My son patted my arm gently to reassure me. The host asked the children to take their parents to the canteen and take care of their meals. No noise is allowed in the whole process. My son helped me set out. When I walk to the front of the steps, my son will pat me on the leg. He patted me where I fell and kept walking carefully. My son helped me into the dining hall and found a place to sit down. My son brought food and fed it to me bite by bite. Because it is the first time to do these things, my son seems a bit clumsy. There was so much rice in the spoon that rice grains fell out of my mouth. My son wiped my mouth carefully. Chewing the food that my son personally fed into my mouth, a taste of happiness filled my heart. I've been worried about my children. At this moment, the children seem to have grown up and know how to take care of themselves. I'm so happy.

The above are just a few silhouettes of the five-day activities, and there are still many touches brought by the happy culture class. Here, not only my son, but also our parents are educated. Here, we found the golden key to open the door to happiness-learn to be grateful. Thanksgiving dear parents, gave us life; Grateful and beloved teachers have taught us to grow up; Thanks to those who have hurt us, let us learn to be strong; Appreciate every drop of water to nourish us; Grateful for everything on earth ... a person who doesn't know how to be grateful and repay others and society is not a person with complete personality and healthy mind. I am very happy to have a happy life culture class with my son. I hope every parent can take their children to a happy culture class, open their wisdom and cultivate their virtue. Friends, let's open the door to happiness together!