How many parents who hope to become Jackie Chan are just worried about labor to promote growth

Last night to go to the old friend's house to chat, did not start to hear the tinkling piano sound, is very familiar, like "Christmas bells", beginners are more used to practice.

It just sounds more blunt, can't find much sense of rhythm, not to mention the mood and tone, although I am a layman, but I have heard a lot of piano music, the basic appreciation ability is still there.

When I entered the living room and saw that it was my old friend's nine-year-old granddaughter playing, I wondered in my heart, as if this little princess who looked very clever and clever began to learn the piano from a teacher last year, why did she play for such a long time and play like a jerky?

After the narration, I learned that this little girl had no interest at all, but was forced by her grandmother and mother's desire to accompany a small nobleman to drive the ducks to the shelves, and she did not want to play the piano several times a day without drinking.

It is no wonder that her parents played chess, calligraphy, painting, danced and swam, and reported to her how many classes, no one asked her if she was happy or not, whether she could insist.

Old friends are people in the circle of the rich, do not care about the training fee of these tens of thousands of yuan, but also understand their efforts to seek nobility after they are rich, and pursue a higher spiritual level, but this method of pulling up seedlings and promoting growth, this kind of psychology of mutual comparison, can cultivate a generation of aristocrats?

Because of my personal relationship with my old friend, I expressed my views directly, and my old friend thought it was deeply satisfied, but he could not help the two generations of hostesses in the family, "I said it was not useful", the old friend smiled bitterly.

I thought of my granddaughter, who was probably dancing at home at the moment with a knife and a gun, making a big fuss in the sky, and her grandmother, her mother must have looked at her, laughing and bending over again.

I suddenly felt pity for this little girl who played the piano, and in such a well-clothed family, she lost the infinite happiness of childhood that should have belonged to her.

At some point, the piano stopped, and it turned out that the child was asleep on the piano, and the old friend gently picked her up and sent her to the upstairs bedroom.

And the little girl's grandmother went to the neighbor's house to play cards, and her mother had not yet returned from practicing yoga.