My mother was not a culture reader, but one of the first books I read was a children‘s book about the sea that my mother bought for me. I liked it at the time, and the content of the book was different from everyday conversation, always asked my mother to read to me, repeated reading behavior for her is boring, the text of the book became her dry daily conversation, during repeated questions: “understand? ”

After, I learned to read, primary school composition, mother always likes to guide in the side, always say I write bad, as for the bad, she can not say, simply think, criticism will have a better article.

As I got older, my homework mom couldn’t read it anymore. She tried critical therapy and even clawed her way through my homework to write down what she thought was the right answer, unhelpful “mothering” ends with the teacher‘s Big Red Cross.

I don’t know, since when, what used to be very good knowledge is always struggling to cope, and the education level of the teachers in the school doesn‘t know when it becomes the level of temper tantrums, no speaking in class, no stopping in the corridor after class, no “talking back” , only do as the teacher tells you, and only have as much knowledge as the teacher tells you. More complicated, the teacher can’t speak for himself, and always ends with tantrums and criticism. If tantrums and criticism can reflect an individual‘s ability level, my mom must be outnumbered 100 to one.

When I grew up, I had a relatively clear understanding. Unfortunately, my education level did not keep up with my age. The school began to emphasize that to learn to communicate, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books; it is better to read countless people than to travel thousands of miles; it is worse to read countless people than to be guided by famous teachers, so you have to talk to people like the master, and you get more.

Very happy, reflection has always been my strength, plus a little patience and energy, belongs to my master is now neatly arranged on the desk, a book has been opened, is the page I read.