Buying a school district house or traveling the world

I don't want to talk about whether we should buy a school district house or whether it makes sense to travel around the world with our children. I believe that every family is trying to give their children the best educational environment and resources possible.

When I was in second grade, I almost dropped out of school. Because the teacher assigns a lot of homework every day: copy this text ten times, copy that new word twenty times, and so on.

Did not finish the homework the students, the teacher will use the ruler in their hand heavily hit, and miss a few times, but also punished him for standing outside the classroom a class.

I grew up as a thin-skinned child and couldn't stand being punished in public. Therefore, every day after school came home, had to obediently copy, no time to play.

Day by day, I felt I was going to be a fool.

Dad can't stand it at first, he always said: "you go out to play, don't do this uncreative homework."

However, do not finish the homework will be beaten, I dare not.

One day, my father suddenly said seriously, don't go to school, he came home from work every day to teach me. He said to my mother, "A child with such spirit will be ruined by this kind of education."

School can be a ruin! That was the first time I had ever heard of such a "fallacy".

My father's proposal was strongly opposed by me. At that time, children who did not go to school would be regarded as different by their classmates. I did not dare to do so.

There was no alternative to public schools. My parents both have jobs, so if I don't go to school, I have nowhere to go during the day. So at my mom's and my mom's insistence, I stayed in school, but my dad and I made a deal:

Daily copy homework, I can only write again, the rest of the nine times or nineteen times or, my father will imitate my handwriting, all copy.

I was shocked when I heard the suggestion. I couldn't imagine what would happen if the teacher found out.

The first time I took the fake homework to the teacher, I was very nervous, the sweat on the palms of the exercise book are soft.

I think will be exposed on the spot, that scene is still in my mind - the teacher took the homework meaningfully looked at me, and at the end of the homework drew a big red hook, and was back to me.

That means yes! Surprised and pleased, I accepted Dad's offer. "No creative homework" was all done by my father, and I had a lot of time to play and read idle books.

Later, when I grew up, I realized that maybe it was my father who talked to the teacher about what conditions he had reached. He did not openly oppose the teacher's education method, but also allowed me to become a fish under this kind of education.

At that time, I regarded my father's behavior as a kind of indulgence, as if I asked for five dollars in pocket money, he always gave me ten dollars for general indulgence.

Only when I grew up did I understand his pains. In my dad's words, it's a struggle to protect the child's natural aura.

For me, I learned to think independently in the face of authority, the importance of "reiki", and the strategies and methods of resistance.

Remember a final exam, I muddled to take the primary school each subject first (only a hit lucky), there is a picture in the county evaluation won the first prize. Took a bunch of awards home, my mother's reaction light, also did not put the awards on the wall like my classmates, I was still a little lost.Maybe they did it on purpose, maybe they didn't care, but the result was that I realized that learning is not about achieving a certain goal. But also left a sequela, I have little thought of competing with others, after work is more, like to do, don't like to leave, won't do anything to win.

I learned this the hard way in the early years of my career. In the workplace where there is no competition, I am every fight will lose, because I think the fight is boring, not willing to spend a thought.

It was only later that the unwillingness to compete from the workplace zoo into the solitary primeval forest finally came into its own. Because there are no others and rivals in the heart, to maximize the enjoyment of doing things.

Under the powerful distortion field of The Times, I was lucky to find my own "gap" to survive. Also because not in the other people's arena, there is no success or failure.

When I was a child, there was a habit in my family that every morning before my mother served breakfast, my father would randomly pick a book from the shelf and read a paragraph from a page. He did not explain much, he did not ask us to recite, just want us to feel.

Poetry, he said, works on the heart, not on the mind. I'm supposed to stop analyzing and start feeling.

Those mornings, our family sat on the Kang, eating breakfast, the sparse sunshine of the northern morning from the Windows of the Kang, my father read the poem before dinner, still in my heart aftertaste, like the writer of poetry, now also with us.

It is a picture of the life that makes me happy when I think about it.

Some of the poems contained artistic conception, and also formed a kind of spiritual home:

A boat suoliweng, fishing alone cold river snow.

The morning I read this poem, it was snowing heavily outside my window, and the kitchen fire was burning. It seems that I am on that leaf boat, the cold silence between heaven and earth and the Qi of Kuangda enveloped the whole body, and there is a quiet that I am small but connected with this vast world.

Many years later, when I think of this sentence, I feel the dredge in my chest, and the breath is between the cold snow gas.

Desert smoke straight, long river falls yen.

The majestic scene, let me hear for the first time, on the frontier full of fantasy, so that when I grew up condition to run alone in the border zone, desert, Gobi, wilderness, glaciers, and snow-capped mountains, these images are a constant source of energy in the heart, enough to resist the reality of all kinds of pieces.

Also very love Su Shi, "ten years of life and death two boundless......" Life is a lot of this nowhere to tell the pain of the heart, no matter rich or poor, small or great, this sorrow and joy whoever let go?

Dad said, all said that reading poetry is useless is the most useful, without these useless interests, life is like a dry well, live a day more impatient, that kind of bitter is bitter.

I didn't understand when I was a kid, but I do now.

Now the trend of reading poetry is back again, and every home with children has at least one copy of Gold Meiling or Poems for Children.

Remembering the time when my father read poetry for us, it was the most useless time in literature and art in the nineties when the whole people went into the sea. I don't know where the concentration in his heart came from, but it has become my guidance now.

Do not compare, do not guide competition, education is not only used when such as spring weathering rain, is what I learned from my father.

Whether our child is a person who always feels happy in his life depends on whether he is always full of inner strength, satisfied with life, and in harmony with his desires.

These, outside can not see, only oneself know. Good education, is in the invisible heart, in the essence of a person.

In the end, the so-called education is just a never-ending practice of being a parent. Our repair is the arm that holds the child.

So what difference does it make to buy a school district house for $8 million or travel around the world for $8 million?

Accept and enjoy your choice whatever you are willing and capable of. It's always been how you spend the 24 hours and the minutes.