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A pseudonymous little author from a fourth grade
Do children in single-parent families necessarily lack love?
Maybe not
The small author's brush strokes are warm and healing
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On March 14, the whole network of "Learning to Strengthen the Country" released the "My Family's "Human World" Story" essay collection activity. The Chucai Competition Committee launched an essay contest for the majority of young students and parents on the same topic, and welcomes to actively participate.
The WeChat public account of the "Chucai Competition" will select some works from time to time, and at the same time recommend them to the Hubei platform of "Learning to Strengthen the Country".
Special reminder: The selected works are intended to be displayed and encouraged, and do not represent the final selection results.
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Love that has never been missing
Yang Yang (pseudonym), a fourth-grade student at The Primary School of Donghu High-tech Zone in Wuhan
Before the age of 3, I didn't know that the lack of a father at home was different from other families, and I was protected by my mother, grandmother and other people in the family under their wings without heart and lungs, innocent and cheerful, and grew up carefree and carefree.
When I was 4 years old, I often saw children in the community with their fathers playing and running wildly, and I heard my friends shouting "Daddy", and I found that I really did not shout these two words. One night in the shower, I asked my mom, "Mom, do I have a dad, and why isn't he at our house?" I had never seen my mother cry before, and this time she was in tears in front of me, but soon she smiled with tears in her eyes and said, "Of course there is, otherwise you are Sun Wukong, drilled out of the stone crevice?" Your dad was teaching in the countryside far away, and he was going to do the greatest and kindest thing in the world. I held out my little chubby hand and gently brushed away my mother's tears, and childishly shouted: "Wow, I have a father, my father is the kindest, the best!" ”
Since then, the seeds of kindness have been slowly planted in my heart. My mother told me, "At the beginning of man, nature is good, sex is close, and habits are far away." With such seeds in mind, I walked through the door of elementary school at the age of 6. Slowly, I began my learning path, and I did not go easily. It was this year that my mother, who never got angry with me, started throwing a tantrum at me because I was doing things too slowly. One day, I saw her crying in the living room, tears falling like broken beads, I panicked, the deer in my heart bumped against my chest, I felt sorry for my mother, because I had never seen her cry like this. Mom gently pulled me into her arms and said to me, "Baby, Mommy admitted your mistake to you, Daddy didn't actually go to the countryside to support teaching, we weren't good friends when you were very young, Mom lost her temper with you today, murdered you, yelled at you and apologized!" "Mom pulled me along to tell their stories for a long, long time.
But when she told these stories, Mom didn't say a single bad word about Dad. And I, too, accepted the fact that I didn't have my dad to accompany me. For a long time to come, I occasionally thought of my father in my dreams, and when my companions were accompanied by my father, I would also have a trace of envy, not that I was strong or indifferent, but that I had the only treasure mother in the world, the kindest grandmother in the world, the dry father and mother who treated me like my own parents in the world, the most beautiful aunt in the world, and the love they gave me made up for the lack of father.
Over the years, there have been many, many unpleasantnesses between mothers, aunts, grandmothers, and uncles, many quarrels, and even years of no contact. These, little I saw in my eyes, but did not understand. However, when the epidemic was in 2020, my mother couldn't take care of me at work, and my aunt drove to pick me up to her new home, taking care of me, counseling me, and accompanying me in every detail; my grandmother returned to Wuhan from Beijing from Beijing to accompany me during the winter and summer vacations and new year's holidays; my father and mother drove me out to play as long as they rested...
During the Spring Festival, I watched "The World of Man" with my grandmother, and some of the quarrel scenes in the play made me unforgettable, every quarrel was so real, so natural, and many of them happened in my family. My grandmother told me that all relationships that can be quarreled are saved, and the family is in tears and hugs to help each other to go forward.
These people who love me are kind, brave, strong, people who will never say bad things about others, and in the matter of Dad, what they told me was that Dad loved you far away, but he was not by your side, you just need to bless him, wait for him, and live a good life in front of you.
Kindness, let the world be full of endless vigorous power, grew up in love, I have never lacked love, the future will be gentle and firm walk in the world. May all the good people in the world remember to love the world like fire, and like a seed, they will shine in this soil all their lives and grow with all things. (End)
Reading this special "human world" story, I can't help but have tears swirling in my eyes. Not sadness and grievances, but moved by the strength, optimism and kindness of the little boy. Life may have been unfair to him, but what he saw was more of the love and kindness of the world. Although the father's love is missing, the family will quarrel and quarrel, but as Grandma said, everyone has always been "in tears and hugs to each other to go forward"!
There is a saying that children nowadays study all day long, saying that they "have no life" and therefore cannot write good articles. In fact, this is a great misunderstanding. On the contrary, the lives of today's children are much more complex and colorful than those of the previous generation or two generations. They have a fast pace of life, a lot of interpersonal communication, high competitive pressure, a wide range of knowledge, a wide field of vision, many children are only children, or live in single-parent families... These are the lives unique to this generation of children. If parents and teachers realize this and encourage children to boldly write their joys and sorrows with their own pens, they will find that there is so much they can write. This piece is a good example. Before reading this article, I didn't think that writing such a story could be brilliant.
It can be seen that writing must first open up the mind and not be too constrained. How colorful life in the world is, we look forward to more wonderful essays. As a reminder, adults can also participate in this essay, and I especially hope that parents will start writing and write a weighty masterpiece to demonstrate to children.
(Reviewer: Xiang Biying)
The "flowers" are still falling in spring
Changchun Street Elementary School Class IV (9) Li Shichen
Instructor Liu Fan
"Grandma, is this you?" Every time I finish my homework, I always like to point to the "Swan Lake" photo on the wall and ask my grandmother. An elegant black swan in the photo, with its arms outstretched, seems to be flying.
That day, after I finished my homework, I wanted to tease my grandmother again, and when I saw her staring at the "black swan" and seeing God, tears flowing down my cheeks, I piled the words into my stomach.
Grandpa told me that Grandma had rheumatoid arthritis and her bones were starting to deform, and the doctor said Grandma couldn't dance anymore and had to be treated. Don't let Grandma dance? This is not giving her yellow lotus!
Influenced by her family, Grandma loved dancing since childhood. When I was 7 years old, it was three years of natural disasters, I couldn't eat enough, my grandmother had to go to learn dance, and the family didn't have money to let her learn dance, and my grandmother often sneaked to the window of the rehearsal hall of the Wuhan Song and Dance Theater on Liberation Avenue after school to study, a practice was an hour or two, and sometimes I forgot to go home to eat, and I was scolded by my grandmother.
Dad told me that Grandma was a "dance maniac" and that in order to create a dance, she could not eat or sleep. In the 60th year of the founding of the People's Republic of China, my grandmother unfortunately had stomach cancer. The entire chest cavity is opened, the stomach is removed four-fifths, and three more chemotherapy treatments are performed. But just in time for the big celebration, Grandma gave up the next three chemotherapy treatments and went to work again, creating the dance "Happiness Like a Flower". Dad said that at that time, Grandma was weak and had to stop and catch her breath after walking 100 meters, and she had to endure the pain to complete this work.
Grandma often told me the story of her childhood, when she was 14 years old, the Second Artillery Literary and Technological Troupe recruited literary and artistic soldiers, Grandma signed up, she danced at that time called "Our People's Liberation Army Is Good", that was the first dance that Grandma wrote herself, praised by the examiners, and successfully passed the interview. Grandma was overjoyed, as if she had put on a military uniform and become a literary and artistic soldier, but in the end the political trial did not pass, it was brushed down, Grandma cried for a long time, and the hidden pain lasted for a long time.
Later, Grandma and the vast number of young people went to the countryside to receive re-education from poor and lower-middle-class peasants, and while she worked, she participated in the rehearsal program of the propaganda team and performed for the villagers.
Every time Grandma tells the story, she always expresses her nostalgia for the past and her feelings for the rapid development of today's China! Ben 70's grandmother, the artistic temperament and cultivation that permeates her bones, subtly infects me.
I remember that when I was 5 years old, I participated in the Asian Children's Model Contest held in Chengdu and the National Children's Model Contest held in Guangzhou. I didn't understand why my grandmother was taking me to this contest. I didn't learn the model steps, and looking at the 10m runway, my legs were shaking. Grandma encouraged me and said, "If you dare to walk 10 meters on the catwalk, you will be the best of yourself!" ”
When I was in kindergarten, the kindergarten asked my grandmother to give a public teaching activity to the children and parents, and my grandmother preferred music and dance activities, with the content of "Five-star Red Flag, I am proud of you". That was the first time I watched my grandmother dance in class, and she told us in dance language that the five-star red flag was dyed red with the blood of countless revolutionary martyrs, and today's prosperity is not easy to come by. Her every explanation, every action, was full of passion, every teacher and parent present was moved, and my eyes overflowed with tears.
In the past few years, my grandmother taught me the truth of being a person: to be a person, to stand up, life must dance, you must learn the skills, and be a well-rounded red scarf!
Under the influence of my grandmother, I studied piano, ukulele, painting, recitation, and Latin dance. Grandma said that now the literature and art are more open, the flowers are like scenery, and the dance is also full of flowers, and the Latin dance I learned has never been heard of in the past.
Yes, today's street dance, pole dance, square dance are all new products of the changes of the times, new dances!
Every time I see my grandmother immersed in her years that have never gone far, immersed in the beautiful and happy memories, I also feel as if I walk with my grandmother in the years.
The dance accompanied Grandma throughout her life, and the dance created by Grandma recorded the spring in Grandma's heart and recorded the changes of the times.
The yellowed and black-specked "Swan Lake" photo on the wall is so young, elegant, and beautiful that I can't connect it with my grandmother, only lamenting the thief of time, silent and traceless.
At this time, I remembered a sentence that my grandmother said to me: Flowers are always going to fall, and spring is still there! (End)
Comments:
Grandma loved dance and learned to dance since she was a child, and she was inseparable from dance all her life, and she also deeply influenced "me".
The author uses the red thread of "dance" to string together the warm family stories that have lasted for decades to tell, which can not only express the love and warmth between the family, but also reflect the great progress and development of the country.
That's the beauty of the story. The story is to move and infect people through wonderful plots and details, so that readers can subtly identify with the author's ideas and views. This work does this well and can be called a typical "story of my family's 'world'".
(Reviewer: Xiang Biying)
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