whose youth has not experienced several psychological crises
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received a strange landline call and I hung up. The phone just got in my pocket and rang again. When I saw it, it was still the phone number! "These are selling people!" I hung up again. The phone rang stubbornly again. I'm afraid it's an urgent matter, so I'll take it.
"Dad!" the son shouted on the other end of the phone.
"Why is it you? Son!" I was surprised.
"I called on the school's public phone." My son said with his throat.
"What's wrong? Call this time?" Three o'clock in the afternoon is the time for class.
"Dad, my mental breakdown..." I clearly heard that my son was dragging his crying voice. My head blew, and it seemed like a mountain had just exploded in the depths of my ears. I bit my lips habitually, and I calmed down to comfort my son: "Son, what's wrong?"
"After lunch break, I suddenly wanted to cry. I couldn't help it and went to the bathroom to cry for half an hour. Who knew that the more I cried, the more sad he became. When I still couldn't stop crying in the classroom, I came out to cry."
"What happened, child?" With my understanding of Zhang Kuo, he, who had relatively mature rational thinking, would not be unable to control his emotions if he had not encountered unconventional blows.
"I didn't encounter anything, I just felt sad and wanted to cry!" Zhang Kuo said, and started to sob again. Whose youth has not experienced several psychological crises
"Child, stop crying. You are waiting in school, I'll go there right away!"
While stabilizing the child's emotions, I called my lover and asked her to come out of the unit to go to school together. My lover came with a panic look on his face. Just as he was about to say something, the head teacher Zhang Kuo's phone number came in. The head teacher is a very good young teacher and has always taken special care of Zhang Kuo.
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"Zhang Kuo Dad, Zhang Kuo has been under too much pressure recently and his emotions are fluctuating. Come to school!"
"Well, I'm rushing to school!"
"How could my son get mentally broken?" In the car, my lover asked me anxiously.
"It's not a mental breakdown, it's an emotional out of control!" I corrected my lover.
"I'm going to school well, and I shouldn't be out of control!"
"Does emotions make sense?" I know that the more I say to my lover at this time, the more worried she is. The taxi driver is also very tactful and has no opportunity to find some topics to solve the problem.
"Master, you are waiting for me here and come back within five minutes." The driver of
swerved the car and waited properly. The gatekeeper of of No. 7 Middle School thought I was a teacher at the school and had not registered for the first time. I hurried in. My son had just come out of the first-grade Doctor Academy with a few books in his arms. His eyes were crying like peaches. When he saw me, he smiled embarrassedly.
"Son, is it okay?" the lover asked anxiously.
"It's okay, I just feel uncomfortable." Zhang Kuo said, his eyes turning red again.
"Normal, tigers still doze." I said lightly, winking at my lover.
class teacher opened a fake note in advance, and our son and we successfully left the school gate and took the waiting taxi. My lover couldn't help it: "Son, why can't I control my emotions suddenly?"
"Start, the teacher told me a speech. Now I have been saying it three times, but it has not ended yet."Zhang Kuo's grades are good. The teacher hopes that Zhang Kuo will tell his younger classmates about his learning methods, review experience and personal growth experience during the "100-day sprint". Zhang Kuo went to talk, although he was reluctant. Zhang Kuo started learning piano at the age of seven and won the second piano competition's special prize. He had certain stage experience and naturally performed well. What he did not expect was that two schools invited him to give a speech. "I feel wronged! I came to school, not to give speeches. Doing these things every day will delay your study! "Zhang Kuo said, his eyes turned red again.
"If you don't want to talk, you can't go! "My lover said bluntly.
"I am currently in this school, can I say that! "Zhang Kuo is not a reckless person who does things, and he can't say anything rude.
" The atmosphere of the piano competition is so tense, you have performed your best on the spot. It won't be so stressful to teach your juniors some learning experience. "I like to communicate with children through guidance.
" This kind of thing that is unwilling to do and has to do is atrocious! "The emotions have not yet been relieved, and you can hear them from Zhang Kuo's tone.
" Alas! Nine out of ten things are unsatisfactory in life, so the ancients said that they always think about one or two. Moreover, it is not a bad thing to teach learning experience to the juniors. "Although my son is taller than me, I still like to pat him and comfort him like he did when he was a child. My son's emotions have calmed down, and the expression on his face has become warmer a little bit.
Zhengzhou traffic jams are the norm. Taxis go from Sanquan Road to Agricultural Road , I feel like I have walked for a long time.
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"Dad, your son did something very embarrassing! "Although Zhang Kuo is a high school student, patience is a child after all.
"What's the matter? Tell me! "I know in my heart that he will definitely feel so wronged not only because of the speech.
" It's very embarrassing! "Zhang Kuo is still laying the groundwork.
"Where can you do something embarrassing when you go to school every day? "The highest level of art is to grasp the degree, and so is conversation. In order to guide children, I often pretend to be stupid.
"I fell in love with a girl at first sight! "Zhang Kuo couldn't hold it in. After saying it, he looked at me embarrassedly, then looked at his lover, and looked out the car window.
"Son, you don't know how to go to high school..." When his lover was about to teach his son political thought classes, I stopped her with my eyes.
"Son, do you know what love is at first sight? "People's thinking is very limited, and emotions are restrained by thinking. At this time, we cannot tell children the big truth to create emotional opposition, nor can we complain to ourselves along the children's thinking, but we must continue the conversation in an interlaced manner.
"This girl looks average. "Zhang Kuo said tentatively again, and saw that we had no objection, he continued boldly. "I can't give a speech in the junior high school department alone! The teacher asked me to choose two more people. Our school participated in the simulation of the United Nations, and I chose Lai Zhenyu. The remaining quota is to choose a girl. Her grades and overall quality are good, so she was also selected. The three of us went to the junior high school to give a speech together. "
" Yes! Just give a speech. What does it have to do with love at first sight? "My lover is an impatient person.
"I like to see the expression of this girl when she listens to me. Thinking that the event was over, we were not in the same class, and high school life was so tense, it was very difficult to go back on it again. As I thought about it, I couldn't help it..." My son's sadness was beyond words.
"Son, all this is an illusion. You said just now that she looks average.More importantly, speech is something you are reluctant to do and you feel depressed. At this time, she happened to appear and she liked to listen to you. You like the look she looks when listening to you, so you feel in love with her at first sight. "I mobilized all my thoughts and tried my best to analyze them carefully. Zhang Kuo listened thoughtfully.
" The so-called fate is the relationship between time and space. In fact, at this time, Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Er, and Ma Zi appeared... As long as you can listen to you quietly, you will feel love at first sight..."
"Really? "Zhang Kuo looked at me suspiciously.
" Of course! When did Dad cheat on you! "The time is right, and decisively can turn faith into faith! What's more helpful is that the taxi arrived at the gate of our community. Looking at his son's quick figure when he got off the bus, I knew that his psychological crisis had cleared and the fog was dissipated...
04
Back home, my son took a nap and his lover proposed to go out for a good meal for dinner. The key was to go out for a walk. There is a "42-kilometer slow-boiled porridge shop" nearby, which was planned by marketing master Ye Maozhong . When I published the novel "Sealing - Crime and Punishment in the Chinese Marketing Industry", the recommendation he wrote to me was "A mess, very exciting." "I love the house and the wuwu, we often go to this store to drink porridge.
" Tonight, eat something light! "After asking for the child's advice, my wife decided to go to the "42-kilometer slow-boiled porridge shop" to drink porridge. My wife ordered three side dishes and ordered porridge. I looked at the slogan "42-kilometer, making porridge with the spirit of running a marathon" in the porridge shop, and was about to communicate with my son, Zhang Kuo suddenly started to cry again. My wife was so nervous that she was at a loss and incoherent. I looked at her with my eyes, stopped her consolation, and handed the paper to her son one by one. When Zhang Kuo wiped the pack of paper with tears and tears, she said sadly: "Now, I know why I feel so uncomfortable in the afternoon. Our generation of kids are so lonely! "
" Yes! "I know the loneliness of an only child. As a high school student, I should not feel so deeply.
" The seventh in our dormitory calls me countless times every day, Brother Kuo, what should we eat for lunch? Brother Kuo, how did you learn it? You answer his voice, he has no head left after his words. You ignore him, you can clearly see the loss in his eyes! "
" Yes! Every generation has its own pain. Our generation is working hard to study hard in order to get out of the countryside. After entering the city, some living habits still retain traces of the countryside! "I want to persuade my son from the perspective of the characteristics of the times and face loneliness." Xiaoling (pseudonym) from our school wrote a letter to half of the boys in our class. Although, we are in the music specialty class and are very active. In fact, Xiaoling's eyes were empty, lonely and empty! "Behind my son's accurate words is a deep feeling. "The boss in our dormitory doesn't like to study, but he has to circle around in the class for more than ten hours a day. That kind of torture..." Sometimes it is easy to push up emotions. As he talks, my son sighs upwards, and tears fall...
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My lover also wipes his tears aside. I pondered for a while, and waited for Zhang Kuo's emotions to calm down a little bit before slowly saying to him: "Child, I'm sorry." This loneliness I passed on to you. "Zhang Kuo looked at me in surprise.
" When I was so old and I felt the same as you, loneliness, depression, and even bipolar. However, your grandma is illiterate and cannot communicate with me. Your grandfather has a bad temper and can't communicate with me. what to do? At your age, any psychological problems we have to digest on our own. Therefore, some of the classmates in their youth were inexplicably rebellious, while some dropped out of school and went to work long ago. Some people stay at home for two years to learn skills, which is a way to make a living. Also, because psychological problems are too serious, it becomes a problem teenager.When I was in school, there was a classmate named Junhua, who was not able to solve his psychological problems and went crazy and died of illness in a few years. I recorded it truthfully in the book "Hometown on Paper". Fortunately, I wrote poems and expressed this kind of adolescence emotions in words..." I am a person with very shallow eyes. As I talked, I felt my eyes burning.
"Ask your mother, we have lived together for nearly twenty years, and I am over forty years, and loneliness has been entangled with me. However, there are not many times when your emotions are out of control. The first time was in Thailand fifteen years ago. At night, I, who lived outside, went to see the sea alone. The sea at night is not blue, it is black. Black lives are all over. The stars above my head are shining, and the lights behind my back are dark, but in front of me is pitch black... I doubt this is life, and I can't help crying..." After saying that, I didn't pause or look at them, and then explained my mental journey.
"The second time was to take an international flight. The flight altitude of aircraft on domestic routes is generally seven or eight thousand meters. International flights are more than 13,000 meters. I sat on the plane and could see clouds wrapping the earth. Especially when the plane turns, you will suspect that the plane may be thrown out of the earth like a flying zither broken line. People were so small and helpless at that time! The feeling of emotion in the scene was revealed, and the sadness made my tears unable to be wiped clean, which made the flight attendant stand by me and hand over the paper..." I never hide the words about this experience, and at the same time, I also know that this is the reason why I engage in literary creation.
" Ask your mother. Now, why do I live so regularly: I must sleep before eleven o'clock and get up at half past five o'clock to study. Because after eleven o'clock, I couldn't sleep until four in the morning. At midnight, I can feel my hair floating, my skin seeping water, and loneliness soaks my heart... This feeling will be suffocated to death if I don’t write..." I come from the heart. Over the past few decades, loneliness has brought me a lot of inspiration, but it has also brought me endless torture.
"Ah! "The first time my son heard me talking about loneliness in sorrow, as if I was frightened, I became surprised in an instant, and then I felt a sense of sympathy. When his eyes became warm, the waiter brought the porridge...
After dinner, my son suggested walking in the park as usual. "Okay! As before, enter the east gate and exit the west gate. "The three of us integrated into the city that was still warm and cold, and walked in this torrent of life with questions and answers, like everyone in the city... There is a "ravaged team" organized by hundreds of people spontaneously by people. Every 7 o'clock in the evening, the leader hangs a small trumpet on his waist, followed by a long team. Everyone stood up and stepped on his chest and walked his legs and turned around in the park. When his son looked at the ravaged team in the park, his lover whispered to me: "Honey, it's a blessing that you are here." Otherwise, my son cries, and I can only cry with him..."
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