#中国式家庭教育 #
The work comes from life and is higher than life, which is really apt to use in his son's composition.
When I was sick, teaching my son to cook was the day before their final exams. The next day, they took the language test, and the title of the language composition was as follows:
Practice and Writing (35 points)
In the process of our growth, there is both the care of sunshine and rain, as well as the accompaniment of wind, frost, rain and snow, which are a great wealth of life. A happy and harmonious life allows us to taste sweetness and know how to cherish; the situation of suffering and hardship makes us ambitious and transcendent. Respect and care, let us learn to be tolerant, setbacks and tribulations, make us mature. In experience and experience, we gradually get rid of ignorance, selfishness, childishness------ we grow up.
Please write an essay of no less than 500 words under the title of "Growing up in __
When my son came home from his exams, I asked him what he had written in his essay, and he told me lightly that what he had written about was what happened last night.
As soon as I listened, I thought to myself: This boy, who really can learn and use it, actually wrote that thing in the composition so quickly, smiled and said to him: "Ha, I didn't expect that I also gave you inspiration!" In fact, I wanted to say, "I didn't expect it, your brain is really smart!" "But it was not spoken directly.
The son just smiled.
The results of the exam came out, my son's article scored 33 points, I read the article, written very witty, full of humor, the text is like a person, he is progressing, especially the thinking is progressing, this I am sincerely happy for him!
The following is his final essay "Growing up in tempering"
"Quick, come and cook!" Mom was talking to Dad with the phone, but it was addressed to me.
I didn't love to cook since I was a kid, as many people say: men never come into the kitchen. I have always resented the customs handed down from my ancestors, but this one alone I greatly admire.
However, my mother always gushed: "When I was your age, I went to pluck pig grass and burn firewood!" ”
No, mom has a fever and no one is cooking for her and is complaining to dad.
"Yes, yes!" I have a weak breath. Born with a sarcastic cell, I did not forget to show my skills at this time: "I will go to hoe the pig grass, where do you say the pig grass grows?" ”
"So much nonsense, come to the kitchen!" Mom said impatiently. Mom and dad, it's really old enough, menopause should be over, right?
As the scent wafted out, I couldn't help but slump in my chair.
My mother saw my tiredness and said slightly sarcastically, "Hmm, it's really nothing, isn't it?" ”
I was powerless to resist.
Cooking in the kitchen would have been so laborious!
I started cutting cabbage at first, but thankfully I knew where to put the kitchen knife.
Then I cut it, and my mother sternly said that the cabbage sticks could not be eaten, and my heart fell to the bottom.
Then there was the beating of eggs, and with my abundant brain inventory, I immediately searched out how to beat eggs, and without hesitation, I knocked the eggs through a hole and poured them into the bowl. The whole process of beating eggs is very skilled, almost the same as mom's, I really want to use wonderful to describe!
Next up is the stir-fry, which I thought was going to be like in the movie: pick up the pot, throw the dish in the air and catch it, and the truth tells me, no!
When I was about to learn the stunts in the movie, my mother grabbed my hand and taught me hand in hand, so that I learned that stir-frying should be practical.
I ate the fruits of my labor and didn't feel too good or too bad. Mom didn't say anything, just savored the noodles in the bowl, and I saw that Mom's face was ------
Hey, Mom, no matter how hard I do, don't laugh at me!
