The third episode of "The First Time in Life", called "Growing Up", is an old-fashioned topic, but it tells new ideas from another angle. This is a group of children from remote mountainous areas. Their parents work outside all the year round and can't even go home for the New Year. The film says that children here are generally precocious, and even if their parents leave home to work, they will not shed a tear. The school offered them a new course-poetry class.
Although poetry is useless in exam-oriented education, teachers and principals of the school have also considered banning poetry classes, but the principal finally left the class because volunteers said that "children who learn poetry will not break the glass."
Little rope 12 years old. There are six people in the family. The most valuable things in the family are the house on the hillside and a cow. She is the youngest and quietest child in school. His life is to take care of his sister and the cows at home. Xiaosuo has never experienced a collective life. Not long after he went to school, he had his first poetry class in his life.
The whole class is on the bus, and the teacher teaches them to roll the leaves into a tube, and observe and feel the familiar world with their eyes, nose, hands and heart through the small hole in the tube. In class, several students wrote the first poem in their lives, while Xiao Zuo didn't write his first poem until the end of his portfolio.
The shy boy in the class wrote the first poem in his life: "In midsummer, she was hot and cold, as if she were angry with you. When you hoped it would be hot, it rained lightly. She didn't take it to heart, she was just crying. Please forgive her occasional small emotions. " Comparing summer to a girl is really exquisite.
When I got home, Xiao Suo went back to the field to herd cattle as usual, and silently wrote the first poem in my life: "Close my eyes, I saw the green wind, which soothed the trees in the mountains, sunburned my calves, kissed the white wall at home, and dyed grandpa's corn yellow, but I won't tell you the secret of wind discoloration."
Xiaosuo grew up with his sister and never enjoyed the days when his parents were around. Reason is distressing After writing his first poem, Xiao Suo's life seems to have a glimmer of light, and poetry has become his special expression. So he wrote this song: "seeds, buried under heavy snow, germinate quietly;" An old dead tree grows a new branch at night; And I, where my parents can't see me, grew up quietly. "
Growing up quietly is touching, and it is also the normal life of children here. Mu Qingyun is also such a child. It turns out that she only lives with her mother and sister. In order to build a house, she borrowed money, and her mother had to work in other places to pay off her debts. In order to save money, my sister took the local free normal school.
At the bonfire party in the evening, the teacher asked everyone to think about what kind of parents they wanted to be in the future, but Mu Qingyun said, "I want to be a selfish mother. I will teach my children and leave my love to my own children. Because I think my mother left too much love for her sister. "
In a child's innocent heart, he is actually very eager for maternal love, but he also understands the hardships of his mother and can only hope that he will become a selfish mother in the future.
After returning to China, she also wrote a poem specially for her mother. When she was on a video call with her mother, she read to her mother: "Birds are children of big birds, white clouds are children of blue sky, and street lamps are children of night. When her mother went to Guangdong, I put my shoes next to her because I was her child."
Hearing this poem, Mu Qingyun's mother cried and said that she had wronged her child. But in fact, each of us can understand this kind of "hug and turn around, I can't hug you; Put down the brick, I can't afford to support you, and I can understand my mother's choice. It was poetry that made her put down the heaviest burden in her heart and was willing to calm down and talk to her mother.
In fact, there are many such poems. Volunteers say that children here are more silent than their age. They will not be spoiled and willful, and meeting their parents is already the greatest gift for them.
It should be said that it is such a closed and melancholy heart that gives them inspiration for poetry, and it is poetry that saves their loneliness.
After reading this issue, we found that not all children should grow up happily. But we hope that every parent can care more about their children and not let them "grow up secretly where mom and dad can't see them."