The writer Zhang Wenliang once wrote a prose poem called "Leading a Snail for a Walk": "God gave me a task and told me to lead a snail for a walk." I can't go too fast, the snail already

Writer Zhang Wenliang once wrote a prose poem called "Leading a Snail for a Walk":

"God gave me a task,

Tell me to take a snail for a walk.

I can't go too fast,

The snail has tried its best to climb,

Always move a little bit at a time.

I urge it, I bluff it, I rebuke it,

The snail looked at me with apologetic eyes,

As if to say, "People have done their best!" ”

I pull it, I pull it, I even want to kick it,

The snail was wounded, it was sweating,

Gasping for breath, crawling forward..."

When I first read it, I couldn't help but sigh,

Isn't that like me and my son?

He's the slow snail,

And I am the one who urged him, frightened him, blamed him,

Many times,

It's not that he doesn't want to do it fast, to do it well.

But that's all he has.

I couldn't do my best to meet my requirements.

At the age of three, he undressed for ten minutes,

I hate him for being too slow,

But I don't know the delicate action of unbuttoning,

How difficult it was for him;

At the age of five, he always couldn't go to bed on time.

I reprimanded him for rubbing,

But I don't know in the heart of a child before the age of 6,

It is impossible to establish the concept of time at all;

At the age of seven, he focused on no more than 20 minutes at a time when he wrote his homework.

I was mad at me,

But I don't know the attention of a child of this age,

Hold for no more than ten minutes at most.

I used to yell at him a lot, "How are you like a snail?"

Now I know,

In fact, he is a "snail".

Because

This is the necessary stage of growth,

Because the degree of his brain development can only allow him to complete this thing.