Sunlight spilled from the finely divided branches and leaves, turned into thousands of shining strings, and stirred the hidden songs of the years. The children sit in the classroom and write, one roll at a time, meticulously. The little face is rosy, like a flower that blooms after rain, reflected in the shadow of time.

Time is so quiet.

The idle bird can't help flying in the branches.

Was there such an afternoon a thousand years ago when a group of young children came back from riding and shooting, and they settled down to study calligraphy, with no distractions and running youth? Whether their uncle Xie An is standing in the light and shadow, looking at them with expectation and trust, like teachers and friends, Jiang Zuo is romantic.

"The book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house". Since ancient times, influenced by the thought of learning to be an official, students have been studying hard for ten years in order to honor their ancestors in becoming the top scholar. However, every time they think about it, Confucianism always has mixed feelings.

Do we really work so hard every day for the so-called Yan Ruyu? If the ultimate goal of learning is only a tool to survive, make money and enjoy, isn't it blasphemy against reading?

For a gentry like Xie Jia, reading has already surpassed the level of promotion and wealth. Why study?

First, reading is to improve yourself.

Xie An asked the children: "What is the relationship between the learning quality of sons and nephews? Why do I always want to train you into an excellent talent? "

This is a difficult question to answer. The children looked at each other, and Xie Xuan replied, "It's like Yushu in Lan Zhi. People always want them to grow in their own yard! "

What a wonderful Yushu in Lan Zhi, hidden in the family order, is full of fragrance. It can become a pillar of the country, and it has the character of leading an honest and clean life, not pursuing fame and wealth, and not attaching to dignitaries. After listening to this subtle answer, Xie An was of course very happy.

"Fu was born in a deep forest, but he was not fragrant because there was no one." We work hard, not for fame, not for profit, but to improve ourselves. Yushu is in the breeze, and Lan Zhi is fragrant and self-sustaining. If you are poor, you will be immune to it, and if you reach it, you will help the world. Don't worry about the outside world, just practice by yourself. Let yourself become ideal and plump, and give this skinny world a tall and graceful back.

Inner peace and perfect personality are the basis of reading.

Second, pay equal attention to learning, spirituality and responsibility.

On a snowy day, Xie An, a famous Jin Dynasty star, gathered the children at home to talk about poems and papers with his nieces and nephews. A teacher said happily, "What is this heavy snow like?" His nephew Hu Er said, "It's like sprinkling salt in the air." His niece said, "It's better to compare snow to catkins, which are blown all over the sky by the wind." Xie An laughed with joy.

Uncle Xie An once asked his nephew, "What is the best sentence of Shi Mao?" Xie Daowen replied, "There are 300 poems of the Book of Songs, which are elegant as clouds and lofty. They are eulogized by Ji and quiet as the breeze. Zhongshan always comforts himself. " Xie An praised him for his elegance.

Xie An pays attention to the education of sons and nephews and the cultivation of self and spirituality. It is the belief that every educator should take responsibility and let children grow up in a better direction.

Third, respect is the cornerstone of education.

When Xie Xuan was young, he liked to carry a purple sachet and wear a gorgeous towel around his waist. Xie An hated his dude, but he didn't want to hurt his self-esteem, so he pretended to bet on these things with him and burned them face to face as if nothing had happened.

Xie An never played the role of a feudal parent, and often joked about it. One summer morning, he went to visit his nephew. Xie Xuan lay on his back in the cool bed, sleeping naked, and had no time to get dressed. He ran barefoot to the door, found a pair of clogs to put on, and then came in to meet him. Xie An looked at my nephew's embarrassment with great interest and quipped, "You are such a boy!"

Xie An's education has carried out the Taoist spirit of inaction and respected children's personality, just like the spring breeze moistens things silently.

Fourth, example is the best education.

Mrs Xie is clever and sharp. She is the sister of Liu Yi, a famous person. After scolding the child, she once complained to him, "How come I have never heard you teach the child a lesson?" Xie An smiled: "I often educate my children with my own behavior!"

Xie An combines Confucian benevolent demeanor with Taoist hermit elegance, respects children's personality, and pays equal attention to spirituality and responsibility. He often leads by example, follows good advice and trains a group of Xie's children into outstanding talents.

One person's accomplishment ultimately affects a group of people.

Someone once said to me: As a teacher, you should have a clear vision for your children's future. I know what he means. Look at the old at the age of three, and work hard where you should. However, how can you judge a person's infinite possibilities in the future prematurely? No matter what the child will achieve in the future, he will be cultivated into an ideal and perfect person when he is young.

I hope he will grow into Yushu in the end, regardless of the willow and Robinia pseudoacacia flowers, and I encourage him to express his fragrance regardless of the orchid, chrysanthemum and plantain. Education, like sunshine and rain, falls on all the educated fairly, and then the direction of their growth is determined by the initiative of the educated themselves.

See the child's stubbornness clearly, and then still love, this is for the teacher's courage.

Outside the window, the old elm tree shook its branches and leaves, and the branches and leaves were not dense, as if sighing and blessing.

With the passage of time, the change of time, Xie An won't expect me to look forward to building an overlapping and vague old dream in my heart through the yellowed annual rings after 1000 years.

At present, these ignorant urchins, like rows of small trees, thrive against the wind of the years.

Early summer. Everything is shining.