When I was eighteen, during my freshman year and the summer vacation when I was about to enter the sophomore year, I had a fight with my father at home. Because of a trivial matter, it seemed to be a gas tank. He thought I hadn’t turned off the switch, but I insisted on turning it off. Suddenly I yelled at my father, and his father’s eyes dimmed immediately. He went to the kitchen to take a look, and then slowly Stomped slowly back to the bedroom. I didn't feel that I was right at all. On the contrary, I felt that I owed a lot to my father who raised me for eighteen years. My father had never hit me, and he rarely spoke, but as long as he looked at me, I knew I had done something wrong. Last year, I finally got a job and went home for the last summer vacation. One day, my mother said to me that I was going to work and it was time to find someone. In her mind, I am a good son. I studied hard in high school and did not spend much in college. I found a job very smoothly. In the year of the college entrance examination, after I got my grades, I went home to discuss with my father and mother about volunteering. My father wanted me to learn machinery, but I wanted to learn English. I didn't insist on my opinion. The last volunteer of each school was filled in English, and then I submitted the volunteer without telling my parents. Later, my mother told me that you should study English, and I said that I had already reported it. Mother is anxious: can't it be changed? At that time, I could still change my volunteers, but I thought about it and said: No. It’s been a year since I graduated, and I’m still very interested in listening to music every day, watching movies, experiencing the accents and intonations of the actors, and sometimes talking to myself and imitating the lines and expressions of the characters. One day after that, I watched "Death Poetry Society". I couldn't see the kind of heartfelt publicity and joy that we had when we were young, or the passion and distress that we should have at that time. In high school, studying was not a pain, it was just a pressure. In the film, I didn't see the joy of overcoming difficult problems. When I was at the same table in the third year of high school, I liked to study physics and mathematics very much. Sometimes he would create his own questions to make me want to break my scalp. And I listened to the radio at night, trying to practice listening at the speed of VOA from across the ocean. My Chinese teacher in the second and third year of high school often said something unrelated to the textbook in class, but he would say every time: if you think you can accept it, accept it, and if you don't accept it, you will treat it as if you didn't hear it. Sometimes he would also talk about his views on some sensitive topics, but every time he joked: I said these in this classroom, and I didn't admit anything when I got out of the classroom. Speaking of the understanding of some articles, he often said: These are all understood by the people who compiled this book. Why would those who write the article think so much? Every sentence of Lu Xun's article thinks about how others understand and what they can understand. Kind of meaning , Lu Xun was exhausted. So every time he doesn't explain, just copy the blackboard so that we can write down to prepare for the exam. I think doing this will allow students to see things in a new light than having them tear up the preface. Seize The Day, appeared countless times in the film, cherish time, but how to cherish it? Can I get what I want to do? Teacher Keating just asked them to cherish, but didn't let them "think" how to cherish. It is as if Lu Ban only gave me a set of tools and asked me to build a ship. Picking up girls with poetry, gathering in the cave to smoke and drink, do you really love poetry or is it just a tool for pastime? Regarding death, do you have no chance to realize your dreams after you graduate from college? Why must you let your talents go with the wind instead of discussing it with your father or patience until you can dominate your own destiny? Why don't you think that you will have a deeper understanding of life in the future, so as to better reflect your talents? When a person is suddenly trapped in a cage when he let go of his wings to fly, is there really no chance to fly again? "You are just a child, and you don't know what you are talking about. So when you ask about art, you might come up with the rough arguments in art books. You know a lot about Michelangelo, his political passion, and his fellowship with the Pope. Mo Ni, indulge in sex, do you know him well? But you don't even know the smell of the Sistine Chapel? Haven't you tried standing there and looking up at the famous painting on the ceiling? Surely you haven't seen it? If I asked about women. You can tell me as much as you can. You may have been in bed several times, but you can’t tell the true joy of waking up beside a woman. You are young and sturdy, if I Talking about war with you, you will throw Shakespeare at me, recite "Go to the battle together, dear friend", but you have never been in battle, you have never tried to hold your close friend’s head in your arms and watch him suck the last one. Tone, staring at you and asking for help. I asked you what love is, you may only sing the wind and make the moon, but you have not tried to be fully committed and sincerely fall in love, and understand each other’s heart when you exchange your eyes, just like God Arrange for an angel to go down to the world and only dedicated to you, to save you from the abyss of hell, you have never tried to feel her all kinds of care, you have never tried to stay together for her affectionate money, knowing she is terminally ill Don't hesitate, you have never tried to feel the feeling of losing your beloved..." As young, we should hear this kind of words from the soul catcher. Poetry is to be experienced with life, not singing.
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