Text/Drunken Beauty Xinxing Ping Special Writer Wei Fei
Friends who know me well know that I am a person with a wide range of hobbies, and because of this, I often run out of time, which is also reflected in my relationship with my children. On weekdays, the child's life, tutoring and learning, basically his mother is in charge, even if I am idle on holidays, I want to accompany them, but because the child has almost no habit of relying on me, always with a little estrangement in the kindness, the parent-child relationship is like a veil of invisible veil, a little subtle. I'm a bit of a macho person, and I don't quite examine this estrangement, always blaming it on the Chinese father-son relationship, the kind of love and pain that loves and kills each other. As children grow up, this kind of emotion is especially true!
Since December, the epidemic situation in Xi'an has been grim, and Xianyang is not optimistic. As a satellite city of Xianyang Xingping City, more than 40 kilometers away from Xi'an, sixteen kilometers away from Xianyang, there are a large number of people working and studying in Xixian and Xianyang, forced by the epidemic prevention situation, Xingping refers to the implementation of Xianyang's control level, in addition to the anti-epidemic must, all personnel are prohibited from going out, we must fight the epidemic at home. Although my daughter-in-law has been chanting all day long, "When will the epidemic end, if it doesn't end, I should have an affair with my husband." "But after all, our years of comrade-in-arms and brotherhood are placed here." Looking at my son, who was expecting to get along with me and was slightly jerky, I decided to take this opportunity to make up for our relationship.
The children who are suspended from class are really nervous and busy, one link after another of the online classes, I am a freshman, how can not operate a piece, the supervision is not strict, the success rate of the homework submitted by the child is low, the recess exercise can not keep up with the rhythm, the angry child comes back to the air and the number of meals fall: I will go out of the yard to buy a vegetable kung fu, you will stagger the homework, I will pull you into the group, the teacher will criticize by name, you will explain. The son shrugged his head, I was speechless, the two people stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and neither of them had any glory on their faces. Dad was not as strong as Mom, and when the son's, of course, he wouldn't be convinced of me, and he threw me in the face, and on the first day, we was hastily collected troops in the Cold War.
The next day, life had to go on, and when you couldn't get out, a harmonious family atmosphere was crucial. When I was hesitating how to break the ice with this boy, the childish singing outside the bedroom door interrupted my train of thought: "I heard that there should be light, I tried to go up, long life we are on the road, to be our own sun ..." Sure enough, the father and son did not have an overnight vendetta, this song that I and my friends cooperated to cheer for the "Fourteen Luck" athletes was just finished, because I wanted to conceive a video, I played it repeatedly at home in the previous paragraph, I didn't expect the little guy to learn it. "How did you sing this song?" "Oh, you play every day, of course I can sing, in fact, you are quite good." The worship of children has given me great encouragement, and it is often said that "words and deeds are taught", parents want to educate their children well, they must first do the right thing. This little episode inspired me that to live in peace with the child, it is necessary to have an equal dialogue, rather than grinding away the child's patience in things that are not good at, it is better to use his own advantages to drive him. I took my son's hand and asked, "This will make you finish your homework, what do you want me to do with you?" The son's eyes widened and he said, "Or will you accompany me to play chess?" This boy reported to the Go class this semester, just finished the exam, this is to bully the weak, her mother is busy laughing to break the siege: "Your teacher said, if the parents are not good at chess, it is best not to play with the child, so that it cannot be improved, if you want to play, your father will play, backgammon, chess can be, so as to exercise thinking." "Set up a position, I used the homework book to draw a circle fork in the middle school self-study class to train the backgammon skills, invincible to win five consecutive sets, in the face of overwhelming advantages, the son did not hum as usual to lose to his mother, calmly accepted the fate of failure, and reopened another set, let me see his tenacity to meet the strong. On the road of children's growth, the mother is always more loving than tempered, and the strong man must rely on the guidance of the father to be inspired, in the son's view, this is a contest between two men.
On the third day, I was practicing in the living room, and my son was lying at the table tilting his head to watch. In the past, for fear of his interference, I always drove him to play on the side, and with the events of the previous two days, I had the heart to let him write and write. Last semester, I tried to tutor my children to write a couplet work, and through the unique innocence of children, I was exhibited in the school cultural festival, in fact, I have always been in awe of calligraphy, and I have not had full confidence and confidence to teach my son. Since interest is the best teacher and companionship is the best guidance, it may be a good time. With a wave of paper, I demonstrated a "mosquito coil map" to my son, taught him to use a pen in the center, required the line to be solid and steady, calmed down, the hand was familiar, and it was only a matter of time before he wrote well. Watching him practice the control pen, a moment the brush twisted into a twist, a moment the line melted into a knot, but always interested, never gave up, of which the line quality occasionally has a considerable, I smiled in my heart, this talent is much stronger than me. Drawing a piece of raw paper, Wu Na is still unfinished, I am afraid that I have practiced once to hurt his enthusiasm, and I agreed to accompany him tomorrow to practice again, and coaxed myself to read the storybook happily.
On the afternoon of the fourth day, after everything was packed up, my son's calligraphy class and I officially began. After reviewing yesterday's pen control exercises, I wrote the "horizontal and vertical skimming" on the paper with the Yan body brushwork, and the Yan body calligraphy is strong and simple, which is the most suitable for beginners. After explaining the essentials, I let him experience it himself, maybe he wanted to be fast, but he didn't reach it, he wrote it many times, and the four strokes were not written well, so I had to shout to stop. Thinking back to when I was enlightened, just teaching the writing, my grandmother let me practice for three days, and I was not only dumbfounded. Yes, the rice should be eaten bite by bite, and the words should be written with one stroke and one stroke! So we started practicing again from horizontal painting. My son's writing is very good, probably because he often watches me write, and he is very impressed, and he looks decent. I taught him long and horizontal reverse entry, astringency, and sudden harvesting. Let him observe the paving and gathering of the pen edge, how to pay attention to the top pen not to drag, how to feel the press, over and over again tireless correction, time slipped away from the finger slit. After writing one, I circled the good details, pointed out the bad points, and then changed to another one and started over. The son was small, lying on his stomach at the desk, appearing even weaker, and although he yawned, his hand never stopped. Intermittently, he smiled and said to me, "That's interesting." Seeing that he was very interested, his mother and I smiled happily. Soon, he mastered the long horizontal pen and line pen, but the pen has not been able to write well, in order to save time, I changed the long horizontal to the sharp horizontal so that he could concentrate on practicing the pen. Again, the process of going up to the right and then raising the pen to the right is explained. After Yomo wrote two more, he commented word by word, praised the good strokes, pointed out the bad places, and the son couldn't stop nodding and saying yes. I knew that calligraphy was not a day's work, and it was almost an hour to see the time, and I announced that I would stop writing and practice again in the next day. The little guy shouted that he had not practiced, and I pulled him to sit on his lap, patted his back, and said, "Do you know what you are most afraid of when you learn calligraphy?" The most afraid of a day of exposure to ten days of cold, as long as you master the method, the penmanship is correct, he follows the gradual day, after forming a muscle memory, you can't forget it. The son nodded thoughtfully in agreement and obediently collected the pen and paper.
In the evening, I held tea and discussed the epidemic with my mother, my son held my hand and walked away, and after a few days of high-quality companionship, we established an unbreakable relationship. At ten o'clock, my son was finally willing to go to bed, I helped him tuck the quilt, he returned me a sweet "good night", before this sentence was always said, in exchange for his naughty tongue or turn around and twist his ass.
Closing the door, I silently thanked my dear son in my heart, I only gave you a little care, you are so satisfied, and also sent a rich return. Children are only a part of life for their parents, and we are the whole world for our children. In the process of his growth, a shake of God, will miss a lot of beauty, some shortcomings can never be made up, take advantage of the fact that it is not too late, it is time to do their duty.
About author:Wei Fei, a native of Dali County, Shaanxi, is currently working for Yanchang Xinghua Group, a member of the Xianyang Poetry Society, a member of the Xianyang Qingshu Association, and a member of the Xingping Yanglian Society. Poetry, yanglian, prose, etc. are scattered on various online platforms and newspapers and magazines, and like to express emotions with words and use pen and ink to show temperament.
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