Nowadays, MLM-style "gratitude education" has entered the campus. What do you think of this kind of education?

First of all, I think childlike innocence is sacred and cannot be deceived.

I remember that my son and I just moved to the city that year. My son is in grade one, and our window faces the museum downstairs. There are often some meetings or flag-raising ceremonies. People stand in rows or rows with fireworks on their chests. When holding a ceremony, the national anthem is usually played first, then the flag is raised, then the leader speaks and then applauds. At this time, my son sat at the window and looked down. He saluted when people saluted, applauded when people applauded. The whole process is solemn.

One Friday, my son wanted me to take him to the museum on Saturday, and I agreed. I just want to buy a bed, and the museum will hold a furniture exhibition on Saturday and Sunday.

The next day, my son got up early to brush his teeth and wash his face, put on his clothes and wiped his face white. Most importantly, he wore a red scarf in front of the mirror and was meticulous. That solemn expression is no less than rushing to attend a major banquet or celebration.

He took my hand and walked into the museum carefully and a little embarrassed. Facing the furniture and messy yard everywhere, my son blushed and said nothing until he finished reading the last corner. The son said, mom, let's go. He blushed, took off the red scarf around his neck and put it in his trouser pocket. Then he said it was hot and took off his coat, leaving only a small vest.

I only know that he was ashamed of his solemn preparation before coming and looked at his son's disappointed expression. At the same time, I also know that the sacred place in his heart has-no longer exists, and his heart is faintly painful. I squeezed my son's hand and went out for the sake of his lost sacredness.

Since then, my son has never sat by the window and looked down. Of course, he never salutes when people salute, and he never applauds when people applaud. He seems to have completely forgotten them.

In fact, there is a sacred place in everyone's heart, which is pure and beautiful and can't stand any touch. Just like his son, he has a sacred and solemn reverence for the museum, but a furniture exhibition destroyed all the sacredness and beauty in his heart.

Secondly, education should not be contaminated with copper.

Actually, I don't object to the school giving a Thanksgiving speech. I am opposed to selling books in the name of speech, gratitude and fraternity. You know, what they sell is not books, but the innocence of children.

I was really busy that day. My son said there would be a parent-teacher conference at school. I said no, my son said no, it was held by the whole school, so I had to go. Oh, the music is slow, colorful flags are flying, and the classes are holding up slogans. I won't describe that warm and grand occasion. Led by a student, I went to the conference room. The more I listen to it, the more I feel something is wrong. This seems to be a sales promotion. This is not a parent-teacher conference. That's the rhythm of selling books! Sure enough, the last thing is to sell books. A set of books seems to be more than 3000. The staff blocked the registration at the door with a small notebook. It's hard for me. Is this a buy or not? What if you don't buy teachers' shoes? You know, most of the books that can be sold in the school now eat with the school, and the school has to get a commission, otherwise how can I get into the campus? But buy it. More than 3,000 is too dark. Just then, the news that the head teacher wouldn't let you buy it quietly came from the front. Oh, what a relief! Looking around and looking at everyone, it turns out that they are all in the same mood as me.

Nowadays, we often feel that people's hearts are unpredictable, there are too many tricks and human feelings are too thin, and schools seem to be the only place that is not polluted by the world. So, what is the rhythm now? Is it true that our "great god" has finally made a move, and even children are not spared?

Finally, I want to tell those "great gods" who sell books and write books to put away your dirty hands and leave a clean and sacred corner for our campus! Don't let the children feel cheated after several years, leave them a innocence and leave them a innocence.

I hesitate to come and go, and finally I want to ask, how did those "great gods" who sell books enter the campus?

Text: jsjteacher

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