(1) Please give me a dream god. When I was very young, I was probably not too young. I guess you were about the same age when you opened this book. For the first time in class, you learned that coal and oil were originally dark things made of dead animals and plants a long time ago. Just when I started my science class, this terrible knowledge followed! During that time, I had many nightmares! When I was ten years old, I hugged my grandmother tightly before going to bed every night, too scared to say a word.
If only I had met the dream teacher in this book!
How do you explain those incredible things in your mind to others? Others can't understand their own ideas, because every child is unique. In their minds, everything is possible, just like the world described by the great fairy tale poet Kenji Miyazawa-you can leap over ice cloud in an instant, travel to the north in the wind of great circulation, or lie under the red garland and talk to ants, and even your mistakes and unspeakable sadness will become holy here.
So, when I was ten years old, I fell into the pain and fear of not being able to talk to anyone for a long time, and I always felt that I was caught by the devil. As long as I think that my body will turn black oil in the future, I feel weak and afraid of the night arrival. Nightmares are like huge stones, weighing heavily on the chest.
I am really a strange and poor guy. No one has ever reminded me that those nightmares are nothing to be afraid of, but signals of "starting to grow", just like isolated flowers and grass in a greenhouse, and finally begin to appreciate the real sunshine, rain and dew and the wind and frost of nature.
When we were children, few adults thought of telling us these things. Isn't it? What they are more concerned about is: Have you finished your homework? Do you get along well with your classmates? Did you get the teacher's praise? How many points did you get in this exam? Another partial eclipse? How can you not like carrots and onions? How can clothes get dirty when playing? ...
How lonely! Lonely and poor childhood, poor and precious childhood, precious and short childhood. Then, as if in the blink of an eye, I suddenly grew up. Fear is forgotten, as is childhood.
There seems to be nothing sadder than this.
Those who grow up in the blink of an eye, because they forget their childhood, don't remember to remind those children who are still in childhood of those important things. Everyone rushed forward, vying for places and striving to enter a good school ... every magical dream and naive dream that should have existed in childhood have been forgotten, and even the happiness of sleeping may be abandoned.
Nothing is more regrettable than this.
People who walk in front always don't remember to look back at those who fall behind. Maybe everyone is too busy, or maybe everyone thinks there are more beautiful babies ahead and more ambitious goals, so they try their best to catch up. ...
But please remember, dear readers, there is no better future than what you have now.
When the German boy Einstein was ten years old, he imagined himself parallel to a beam of light. Later, he explained the existence law of everything in the universe with an extremely concise and elegant formula.
When the French boy Saint Exupery was six years old, he drew a terrible hat. He believed that it was a big snake, which had just swallowed an elephant and was lying on the ground with a belly and slowly digesting it. Later, adults and children all over the world were talking about his Little Prince.
The most wonderful seeds are hidden in the early childhood. They hide quickly and well. When we cry or laugh, when we are afraid or happy, they hide quietly. They are in no hurry. Even if you forget, they will never automatically jump out and remind us loudly: "Come and see, I am here!" " "
What can you do? You don't know anything! You are so lonely and pathetic! This precious and short childhood will soon be over and will never come back.
Maybe, you can pray like me: God, please give me a dream teacher in this book!
Apart from being humble, this dream teacher seems to be bullied everywhere, but she can read children's dreams, see their imagination and hear the sound of beautiful seeds sprouting.
He also said loudly: "Don't give up the happiness of sleeping and dreaming!"
Einstein and Saint Exupery were both humble or bullied. I suspect that this dream teacher is the joint effort of the two of them, who rushed back against the time tunnel to remind us! (Tao Yuanyuan)