Zhihu Zan: How to make children understand the importance of learning? A child told the story.

Indulge children blindly and let nature take its course, but they are afraid that children will miss the best train.

Life is like this, when we know everything, most of it is too late!

Some things really can't wait!

/kloc-When I was 0/5 years old in high school in new york, I was under great psychological pressure. My friends (about 4 or 5) all "tacitly" chose to drop out of school together (I don't know why they didn't like studying) and chose to enter the society in advance. Once, I was thinking about joining them.

Some are really not reading materials at all, and some people think that society is more exciting than school.

I'm neither. I admit that some of my ideas were really influenced by them. It seems that life is quite good to see someone find a moving job outside and take some salary back from time to time to invite them to dinner.

But in fact, it is more because I have just immigrated to the United States, and my body and mind are very uncomfortable. Hamburg is too bad, and it is too difficult for foreign students to integrate, which has caused extremely serious rejection to completely unfamiliar schools and lifestyles.

At that time, I struggled with my thoughts for a whole semester. The specific performance is that I have been absent from class for a long time and failed in all subjects. The whole person's state is very depressed, and the teacher has to have a small meeting with my father from time to time.

Although I didn't express my intention to drop out of school, my father must know that I have encountered a bottleneck.

After barely finishing that semester, during the summer vacation, one day my father suddenly told me that you can't go back to China this summer vacation, stay at home, and you have to go out to work.

I was very confused after listening to it. I am only 15 years old. You want me to go out to work alone? How dare you accept underage child labor?

Don't tell me, there is. Where is it? China restaurant. But what can a boy of 15 years old do? handyman

I asked my dad, is our family short of money? He said no. I asked again, then why should I do this kind of work? That was done by illegal immigrants and low-income people.

My dad said I know, but you must go. I don't want to go and say, you're unreasonable. Why?

My dad said, I'm your dad.

Then my dad took me to an agency in Chinatown and lied that I was 18. Soon I found a job as a novice handyman in a sparsely populated town in Maryland, with a monthly salary of $ 1500, more than four hours away from new york.

On a sunny day, I went to my first job in my life by long-distance bus with the feeling of going to the grave.

The days that followed were simply hot and dark.

The restaurant owner is so demanding that all the dirty work is thrown at me (nonsense, all the odd jobs are done). My main tasks are washing dishes, mopping the floor, cutting vegetables, moving drinks and frying rice frequently. For a time, I even dreamed that I was frying rice.

Of course, I have to obey the orders of other shop assistants. Where to take out the garbage? The toilet is blocked. I have to solve it as soon as their upper lip touches their lower lip.

The people who work in the shop are vulgar, uneducated, have no green card and can't speak English, and I am new here, with the lowest position, so naturally I have no position.

After work at night, a group of people share a room, and there is no privacy at all.

They snore during sleep, which is another kind of torture for me who has a shallow sleep. I often can't sleep all night, and I will be scolded if I get up and work the next day without energy.

When I think of the school environment in my spare time, I seem to miss it vaguely.

The worst thing about working abroad is that you only have one day off a week, so you can't go back to new york at all, and you can only stay alone in a strange place until the end of the summer vacation.

One night after work, I took a bath and thought about my "life". I am the pillar of the future country. I have status, can speak English and have a bright future. Why did I end up being bossed around by a group of rude people who didn't even have identity? !

On second thought, is it not suffering? Why can't I stand it? Another thought, why should I look at people here for no reason? Remembering that I was helpless outside alone, suddenly I was sad and angry, and I began to cry, but I couldn't stop.

One night after more than a month's persistence, the boss stopped me after work and gave me my salary, so that I didn't have to go to work tomorrow.

I'm confused again: I'm fired?

The boss went on to say that you can't do the job. This is not the place for you. I knew it.

I am sad and happy. Sadly, I am so arrogant that I can't even do odd jobs well, but fortunately, I am finally out of the misery.

Holding a heavy salary in hand, braving the thick lampblack, I got on the long-distance bus back to new york. Opening the window and smelling the free air in the Empire State Building, I feel alive again.

When I opened my hands, I saw that I had never done rough work before. Now because my handyman's hands are cracked and rotted, I have grown a new pink skin and even my fingerprints have been worn off. You don't have to wear gloves to commit crimes now. I counted my salary, nearly 2000 dollars, and suddenly understood what hard-earned money is.

When I got home, I felt uneasy, thinking that my father was going to tidy up me, saying that I had to work all summer, and then I came back despondently halfway. Unexpectedly, instead of blaming him, he seemed to appreciate it: "Well, it lasted longer than I expected."

When I was stupid, he meaningfully said something that gave me the willies:

Some people have no conditions and no way, they can only do rough work and have nothing to say; But some people will regret it in the future if they give up willfully and miss good conditions and opportunities.

Of course, if someone has the talent of reading music at the age of 3, arranging music at the age of 5 or playing NBA at the age of 18, these words do not apply to him. Otherwise, studying hard will never make people suffer.

Now, of course, I know that I belong to the kind of person who can't do rough work, can't read music and can't play NBA.

After the new semester begins, I will never be depressed again. It is customary that hamburgers are not good and classmates are not easy to get along with. After such hardships, I ate incense and slept sweetly from now on. My classmates are very cute and naive, and my teachers are very kind.

I made up the lessons left by high school, and then successfully finished college. When I feel depressed and want to give up, I recall the painful experience of working at that time in my mind, and I can bite my teeth and stick to it. Until now, I have become a relatively relaxed little white-collar worker.

Because of that experience, I feel that my tolerance for things has improved a lot. If I want to move a box and a table in the company, I will be happy to help, and I will never put on a high profile and say, "This is not my job."

But the premise of all this is that I can successfully complete my studies before I can find a relatively good job.

I can't imagine that if I really dropped out of school, I would now work in a restaurant or kill fish in a vegetable market. At that time, it was not a matter of "experiencing life" to stop whenever you wanted.

That kind of day will be my real life day after day, year after year. From opening my eyes every morning to closing my eyes every night, there is no end to this life.

Of course, I'm not saying that these jobs are inferior, but I clearly realize that I can do nothing but work as an office worker after school.

As a matter of fact, I enjoy my present work and life. There was a time when I despised this handyman experience very much. I have never dared to mention it in front of my classmates and friends, and I seem to be ashamed of what I have done.

But in retrospect, I am glad that my "painful" experience made me not take a detour at the crossroads of life.

Of course, the confusion of identity and anxiety about the future when I first arrived in a foreign country did not disappear immediately. But I realized something more urgent than getting rid of confusion, that is, if I really drop out of school, how can I survive? I thought I only saw through life once in my young mind, and now I know that life is not easy. This is the whole meaning of this matter.

If I give birth to a son in the future and say that I don't want to go to school, I won't reason with him at all, and let him experience the life he might lead besides going to school.

If he is happy, then I have nothing to say; If he feels that he can't do it after the experience, he will naturally go back to school as I did then.