Twelve years ago, I remember that my child had just entered the third grade of elementary school, and it seemed like this was the evening of autumn. In the study, I sat in front of the window to surf the Internet. It was raining outside for no reason and it was very heavy underground. It was time for my daughter to finish school, so I went out to pick her up. As soon as she finished her homework, she picked up violin .
After signing up for the violin class during the summer vacation, my daughter seemed to be a little reluctant to stop. I really like playing the violin! A small piece of bruise was pressed on the spine because the melody stent was pressed, and several fingertips on the left hand were blisters, and I still picked up the piano and practiced almost when I was fine. I felt a little overwhelmed with the piano and music stand in my back every day during the summer vacation, but I couldn't stand it anymore, but she was happy.
Starting from the simplest song "The Twinkling Little Star", 16 songs were pulled down in one go, until "Long Ago". In the slightly immature sound of the piano, the daughter took her inconsistency and solemn expression of her age and pulled meticulously. Judging from the overly serious attitude she had never seen before, she was completely integrated into the piano sound.
The sound of rain kept ringing in my ears, and the wind wrapped in a hint of cool chill came into my window. The daughter played the song "Long Age" very skillfully. The ending was like a melancholy whisper, and it was like a sigh from the depths of the long time, wandering quietly: "Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...Long...L
Listening to the piano music, I looked back at my daughter. What was this little girl thinking when she played this song? In her short life, what kind of thought is passing by that beautiful and simple sea of care like a fairy tale? What kind of light illuminates the emptiness of my heart at this time? What kind of joy is it, or what kind of shallow sadness is it? I couldn't help but fall into deep thought...
I remember when I was only over four years old, she once came back from kindergarten and never asked us for anything. She suddenly told me, "Mom, I want to learn the violin."
How did you think of learning this? Children of her age took the initiative to sign up for classes, including those who learned to dance Latin dance , some learned to draw, and of course, some wanted to learn Guzheng , piano and violin. As far as I know, these three types of children as young as her have almost no voluntarily asked to learn. I asked her, "Do you know what a violin is?
She tilted her head and gestured to me seriously: "Mom, look, that's it, picking the piano in your left hand, holding the bow in your right hand, and holding the chin against the cushion, pulling it back and forth like this, that's it! "My daughter is quite similar to her studies. I was amused by her seriousness!
It seems that she really knows it. But looking at the miserable situation of children older than her being forced into miserable by their studies and study classes, I still don't agree with children starting to learn piano at such a young age. I think such a young child, as long as he is healthy and not sick, he will come home from school happily every day and play with children happily. That's fine. Learning should be a future thing.
Of course, there are many children's education experts who have studied what age children should learn and what kind of intelligence they should develop. I don't care about this. Maybe that's how many children prodigy they really have, but as mothers, All I want is a healthy child, not a learning machine. A dull and mature adult. I only know one thing, everything should be done with the flow. The result of pulling seedlings to grow will not only destroy the green seedlings, but also make the farmer have no harvest.
Unexpectedly, the little child was quite stubborn and insisted on learning, so I had to take her to the piano shop to choose the piano. When I arrived at the piano shop, the child completely gave up because even the youngest piano was too big for her. The four-year-old child's arms were not long enough to reach the neck, so how could he play it? So she had to give up.
This time I let go for four years, and I remembered this incident during this period, but with selfishness, I deliberately did not mention it.I just hope that the happiness of children can last longer and have a longer childhood. During the summer vacation, the child told me with an extremely envious expression: "The Shang Jiahui in our class plays the violin very well, and the program was performed at the Campus Art Festival!"
Then I remembered that at the Campus Art Festival, the child standing beside me looked at the obsessive expression of both envious and fascinated by the classmates performing on the stage. Han Han, the next door child who plays a Barbie doll with her, is another object of her admiration. Han Han's violin has passed several levels, and she reports it to me again and again.
It turns out that she has never forgotten the violin. It turns out that a beautiful dream can take root and sprout in a child's psychology, grow lushly and lushly, so that a child can maintain such a long yearning and joy. I began to regret my self-righteousness and regret not taking her to try again when she was five or six years old.
So, on that summer night, the evening breeze was blowing and beautiful stars were hanging all over the sky. On the way back with my child, I asked her, "Do you still want to learn the violin?" My daughter jumped up happily: "Think, mom!"
I still asked her calmly: "But learning the piano is very hard. You have to memorize the score. You have to carry the piano every day without any obstacles. Others can play after finishing their homework. You also have to practice the piano. Even if you are tired of practicing, you can't give up. Can you do all these?"
"You can do it, mom." My daughter answered very easily. But I know she doesn’t fully understand the hardships of learning the piano. No matter how much I tell her, I still have to experience many things myself and learn and grow slowly.
The next day I took her to sign up, and my daughter was really successful. The teacher repeatedly told me that this child is learning fast, smart, and has a down-to-earth attitude. Only then did I feel completely relieved. Later, my daughter obtained the Violin Level 10 Excellence Certificate in the fifth grade of elementary school. Before graduating from elementary school, she went to Beijing to participate in a children's art competition, and her group won a good result of the gold medal. When she came home and appeared in front of me when she walked a long journey, holding the huge golden trophy, she took the trophy at that moment, and she was filled with tears, and the child was already asleep quietly on the sofa.
A long time ago, when we were very young, we were all children with colorful dreams! Those beautiful wishes stir up the beautiful waves in the sea of our hearts, inspiring us to continue to work hard and make progress in the future journey of high mountains and distant waters until our lives reach a place with abundant water and grass, and our dreams bloom with flowers and bear fruit.
But for various reasons, some dreams will eventually drift away with the wind. Things go against our wishes. In a day-to-day cumbersome life, we have to do what we don’t want to do, say what we don’t want to say, and live a life we don’t want to live.
Dreaming back at midnight, many grievances and sorrows have grown on our hearts, entangled, entangled, and confused, making our hearts stagnant, just like the song "Long Age", leaving endless regrets and sighs, and hesitating.
But how can we linger because of this? The beauty of dreams lies in that it always has the brightness that shines on life. It is the star that will never be destroyed in your heart. Many meteors have fallen, but you can always find another light to illuminate your life journey instead.
Let our hearts go back to a long, long time ago, back to the childhood full of dreams, let the innocence and persistence of children burn our passion, and walk the last journey of life through wind and rain.
Original essay: People are idle and osmanthus fall
The west wind urges the sycamore fall
When will we go back? Be an idle person, build a hut in green mountains, and hide in white
Late autumn night, and speak alone
