A child was two years old. One day, he hit his head on the corner of the table, grew a bag and cried out. After a minute, I went to the table and asked loudly: “Table, who hurt you? You are crying so much?” The child stopped crying and looked at me with teary eyes. I caressed the table and asked my child, “Who is it? Who hurt the table?” “Me, Daddy, I hit it!” “Oh, you hit it, so why don’t you bow to the table and say you’re sorry!” With tears in his eyes, the child bowed and said, “I’m sorry.” Since then, the child has learned responsibility and commitment! Secondly, my son was three years old. When he cried for no reason, I asked, “What’s wrong, where is it?” “I’m not uncomfortable.” “Then why are you crying?” “I just want to cry! “Obviously pouting. “Well, you want to cry we are fine, but you cry here is not appropriate, will disturb us to talk, Dad found you a place, you cry alone, cry enough and then call us.” He said, “Knock on the door when you’re done crying.” 2 minutes, the child tapped on the door: “Dad, Dad, I’m done crying!” . “Okay, done crying? Come out when you’re done crying.” To this day, the child is 18 years old and still has not learned to manipulate and relent! The third child is 5 years old. In the evening, I was walking with my son by a small bridge, and the water under the bridge was dark and turbulent. The child looked up at me: “Dad, the river is so beautiful, I want to jump in and swim. ” I was stunned: “Well, Dad jumped with you. But let’s go home first, change clothes.” Go home, son change clothes after, see a basin of water in front of, confused. “Son, swim in the water to bury your face in the water, you understand this, right?” The child nods. “Then let’s practice now and see how long you can bury.” I look at my watch. “Good!” The child buried his face in the water, bravado? Only 10 seconds: “Blah blah blah, Dad, choke on the water, it’s so hard.” “Yeah? Wait and jump into the river, it might be a little more uncomfortable.” “Daddy, can we not go jump?” “Okay, if you don’t go, you don’t go.” From then on, the child learned to be cautious without taking any risks and to think twice before acting. Four: The child is 6 years old and delicious. One night, after school by McDonald’s, stop: “Dad, McDonald’s!” Drooling. “Well, McDonald’s! Want to eat?” “Want to eat!” “Son, a man who wants to eat is called a bear; want to eat and can not eat it, called a hero.” Then ask: “Son, do you want to be a hero or a bear?” “Dad, of course I want to be a hero!” “Good! Then hero, when you want to eat McDonald’s what will happen?” “I can not eat!” Very firm! “That’s great, hero! Go home.” The child drooled and followed me back. Since then, the child has learned to do something and not to do something, to withstand temptation. Five children are 8 years old, naughty, and fight with older students. Bruised and bruised, back, crying out. “Aggrieved?” “Aggrieved!” The child replied sobbing. “Angry?” “Anger!” The child howled. “What are you going to do? “Ask again, “What do you need Daddy to do for you?” “Daddy, I’m going to get a brick and go hit him from behind tomorrow!” “Well, I think that’s OK! Daddy will prepare the brick for you tomorrow. “Keep asking, “What else?” “Daddy, you get me a knife and I’ll go stab him from behind tomorrow!” “Good! This one is more relieving, Daddy will go and prepare it now. “I went upstairs. Understanding support, the child gradually calm. About 20 minutes, I carry a large pile of clothes and quilts from upstairs? “Son, have you decided? Is it with bricks, or with a knife ah?” “But, Dad, why are you moving so many clothes and quilts?” The son was confused. “Son, here’s the thing: if you hit him with a brick, then the police will take us away, in prison for about just a month, we will bring some short clothes and quilts on it; if you stab him with a knife, then we can’t come back in prison for at least 3 years, we can bring more clothes and quilts, all four seasons to bring all?” “So, have you decided son? Dad is willing to support you!” “To this?” The son was shocked. “Yes, that’s what the law says!” I took the opportunity to popularize the law. “Dad, let’s quit then, shall we?!” “Son, aren’t you outraged?” “Hi Hi Dad, I’m not angry anymore, in fact I’m at fault.” The son blushed. “Good, Daddy supports you!” Since then, the child has learned about choices and costs. Sixth Child is 9 years old, 4th grade, failing math and sulking. “What’s wrong? Failing a test and giving us looks.” “Because the math teacher is annoying and she doesn’t like her class.” Justified. “Oh, how is that annoying?” I was interested. “??? ,???? ” child said a lot, “in short, she does not like me either.” “Oh, others like you, you like her; others do not like you, you hate her. Does that mean you are an active or passive person?” “A passive person!” The son replied. “Is it a strong person, or a weak person? Is it an adult, or a villain?” The question continued. “It’s a weak man, a little man!” The son was timid. “Then will you be a lord, or a villain?” “Be an adult! Dad, I know: whether the teacher likes me or not, I can go like her, respect her, take the initiative to influence her, and be a strong person.” The next day, happy to go to school and excellent in math from then on. And knew what is an adult and what is a villain. Seven: My son is 10 years old and plays games. Wife repeatedly taught him, but he did not change. “Son, I heard you play this every day?” I pointed to the computer. “Hmm.” Admit it, bow your head! “How do you feel after each game?” “Bewilderment, emptiness, lack of energy, self-doubt, despise yourself?” “Then why do you still play? You can’t hold yourself back, can you?” “Yes, Dad.” The child was helpless. “Good! Daddy help you! “I moved the computer and gave my son a small hammer, “Son, smash it!” “Daddy!” The son was shocked! “Smash it, Daddy can do without the computer, but not without the son!” The son shed tears and smashed the computer with his own hands! From then on, the child knew what principles meant. The eight children are 11 years old. My wife and I live in a foreign country for a long time, and we call our old mother every day to check in. One day, my son answered the phone: “Hello, Dad!” Very excited! “Well, good! Where’s Grandma? Please put Grandma on the phone.” “Dad, why do you only call Grandma every day?” “What’s so weird about that? Because that’s my mom!” “What about me? I miss you guys too!” “You go to your mom!” “Oh!” Since then, my wife has been able to receive greetings from my son every day at 6:00, rain or shine, for 8 years now! Nine children 12 years old, sixth grade, heavy homework, emotional agitation. In the evening, the child returned from school, just entered the door. “Brat, did you break my plate yesterday?” My sister started snapping. “No, Auntie, I didn’t!” A confused face. “I saw you break it, and you’re still cheating!” My mother was again ironclad. “I didn’t! Are you accusing me?” Crying, lying on the ground, emotional outburst? About 5 minutes later, I came out of the room and said in a stern voice: “What’s wrong? Crazy in here!” “Dad, my aunt and grandmother are accusing me!” “Accused? So what if they accuse you! Wrongly accused and you lie down? No good! Are you a man?” The child stopped crying, stood up and bowed his head: “Father, they have wronged me.” “A man can’t lie down even if the sky is falling! Not to mention a small plate? No good!” I continued, “people in this life, how many storms to go through, wronged, slandered, betrayed, betrayed? You get down? That’s cowardly!” The child stood up and looked up: “Dad, I understand, now what should I do?” “Now? Ask yourself, do you have a lot of time?” “No, I have a lot of homework to do.” “Then go do your homework! Remember, even if the landslide, ignore it and do your own thing first!” The child lifted his school bag, saluted his grandmother, his aunt, and walked calmly into the study. The three of us smiled heartily. “Favour and disgrace, see the flowers in front of the court; go to stay unintentional, look at the sky clouds rolling.” Son, when you grow up, when you see this pair, perhaps, you will think of today, think of grandmother, think of aunt, think of father’s good intentions! The tenth child is 13 years old, the first year of junior high school, average grades. One day he suddenly asked: “Dad, is it useful to study? Are test scores useful?” “Why ask this?” I was stunned. “These days, many uncles and aunts come to the house, you always tell them that modern education is the worst education in 5000 years?” Ha, my son sat in on my tall tales with my friends. “That’s right, reading, exams are really useless.” “Then why do I have to read, these useless things?” “That is because you are still young, first engage in something useless, try your skills. If you can’t even do these useless things well, then when you grow up, the useful things are definitely not good. So, reading is useless, but you still have to go and read it well.” “Oh, dad, I have the ability to read well!” From then on, my son got excellent grades. Son, in fact, life is also illusory and unreal, but the days still have to be lived seriously, and the spirit of the Middle Way needs to be experienced throughout our lives with false practice. Eleven years old, my son was 13 and a half years old when he returned from a visit to his relatives. He was dressed in a brand name, his hair was edgy, and he was proud of himself: “Mom, am I handsome? The second uncle’s brother gave clothes, shoes, XX brand, very expensive; Grandma, look at my hair, brother took me to cut, the front is particularly long, ha ha, cool?” Like a butterfly, flying all over the house. I turned a blind eye? Two days later, the child in front of the mirror, self-absorption. I quietly, standing behind him: “Are you tired, son?” “Dad, you scared me!” “Haha, tired or not, always have concerns; old worry, there is always something wrong; always guess, what others think. Why bother, big living people, subject to the burden of clothing and hair, foolish ah foolish, foolish ah fool?” “Dad, make fun of me.” The child blushed. “Daddy will give you back your ease, how is that?” “Yes.” When I put on my school uniform, my cool hair fell to the ground, “Daddy, it’s so easy, so solid!” Since then, the child knows what is beautiful and what is ugly. Twelve years ago, my son was 14 years old and in his second year of school. One day back, sullen. “What’s wrong? Something on your mind? Tell me.” “Nothing is wrong. Just strange, recently two students, usually quite good relationship, but in the past few days, the school group, openly slander attack me.” “Oh, you are hurt?” “This is not, Dad, I do not understand, I did not offend them ah, I recently quite good ah!” In the son’s eyes, there was a flash of complacency. “You’re fine? Come on, tell me how good you are.” “This semester’s results into the top 5, essay contest first prize, speech contest first place, basketball game team champion, personal was named the top ten athletes, excellent class cadres?” “Stop, son, you’re looking for death!” My palms were sweating and I was a little out of control. “What’s wrong, Dad?” “Son, you’ve committed the great taboo of life! Dad has never seen a stupid death in half his life, but he has seen too many that can die. Human disaster, not because you do something wrong, but because you take too much of what. Son, you take too much, take too much honor.” “Then what? Dad.” “For at least a year, forbid all competitions and forbid any selection; it’s called a double ban. People should have the ability to excel, and more importantly, the ability to make others excel! Honors are like roses, beautiful to look at, but they stick in your hand.” “One year, huh? Everything else can be, is basketball?” “Okay, the ball is banned for two months!” The child accepted. Laozi said, do not dare to be the first in the world. Honor the world, will destroy the world. Thirteen then the child is fourteen and a half years old, double ban for two months, back. “Dad, after the double ban, the classmates are much more cordial, but y8 still have a discussion.” “Talking about what?” “Many teachers and students think that I am so, too negative, not aggressive.” “Haha, of course, to be positive, the key is positive to take, or positive to give; is positive competition, or positive humility.” “Humble for everything?” “Yes, all can let, fame, profit, power can be let; only one thing absolutely not let.” “What?” “When the benevolence is not allowed!” “?” “That is: when no one sweeps the floor, you do not let; when a classmate is sick, you do not let; when others need help, you do not let? When the country is in danger, you don’t let it go; where the great benevolence and righteousness are, you never give in.” “When benevolence is not allowed! I get it, this is called active and aggressive!” Spilling, coping, advancing and retreating, this is the basis of establishing oneself. The fourteenth child was 15 years old, summer vacation. I was invited to a conference and took my son with me. On the way, my son looked anxious and apprehensive. At the end of the night, when the guests dispersed, I asked, “Son, what’s wrong with you, don’t you feel well?” “No, Dad, I’m just a little upset.” “Upset?” “Well, this morning went out: by plane, first class warehouse; off the plane, big Mercedes; live in the hotel, the presidential suite? Remember what Zhu Zi told me: if you don’t match your virtue, you will have a disaster.” “? “I was speechless for a moment. “Dad, you work for all beings, there is virtue, so uncles and aunts treat you this way, you can openly accept; and I am different, or a student, has not made any contribution to society, enjoy such treatment, called virtue is not worthy of the position, the future fear of disaster?” “Son, Dad is so happy!” I was excited and touched my son’s head, “Dad is relieved, grow up! With your words, you will not have a big disaster in this life!” I was so happy that I wept with joy: “Son, here’s the deal: how about you sleep on the floor tonight and apply to volunteer tomorrow?” “Great, Dad, now I can sleep soundly.” The sky is healthy, the gentleman is self-improvement; the earth is strong, the gentleman is generous with virtue. Fifteen children are fifteen and a half years old, with excellent grades, entered the key high school. One day, the family came idle, instigating the old mother to send red packets to the teacher. The mother was moved. “Grandma, I heard you want to give my teacher a red packet?” “Yes. I heard that this is now popular, there are manners for teachers.” “Courtesy? I’ve never heard of that!” “You kids don’t understand, your parents are not home, grandma is in charge, we can’t lose our manners.” “Grandma, you really want to send?” “Then there is a lie, the red envelope are ready, tomorrow grandma personally go.” “Grandma, if you really send it tomorrow, I will not go to school, you do so, to our teacher is a kind of insult, he will not accept, then, will only make me very humiliated, in front of my classmates can not hold up their heads?” “This kid, do not listen, grandma is for your own good, afraid that you will suffer?” A little angry. “Grandma, I know you love me. But you have to believe me, believe that your grandson has the strength, no gift, the teacher likes me just as much.” The old mother, amused by her grandson’s bravado? After, talking about it, I secretly praised my son. If you can’t do something, you should do something about it! A gentleman, when open and honest! Sixteen years old, the son is 16 years old, the first year of high school. Schoolwork is heavy, return on Sunday. “Dad, I want to resign as the head of the school’s broadcasting department.” “Why?” “High school students, with a very clear goal of getting into a prestigious school, are mostly reluctant to take on public affairs. As for me, I am the class president and class representative, especially the work of the broadcasting department is particularly tedious, and I am in charge, which looks silly to my classmates.” “Is this job important?” “Very important, there is no TV, no Internet access, and you can’t just walk out of the school, so radio is almost the only channel for nearly 10,000 students, to learn about current events and relax.” “Then you quit, there are suitable people willing to do?” “No, not yet. The teacher also thinks I am more suitable.” “Then you have to be a righteous person.” “But, Dad, this will take time away from your studies and affect your academic performance!” “Is that so? What if, when your family is sick, you can only have half the time to devote to your studies as other students?” “I would be rigorous about scheduling my time to improve focus and study efficiency?” “Haha, Daddy and Mommy are willing to go sick in order for you to be like that.” “No! Dad, my son understands, thank you for this job in the broadcasting department, thank you teacher?” Son, the notion of time and space dichotomy of caring for one another is a perpetual excuse for foolish people. Many people: when working, that family affects the career; at home, that the career delayed the family; this is shameless. It is wisdom and strength to take care of parents, wives, children, friends, bosses, and all beings in one’s life. “Oh, dinner is ready. After eating, go help your aunt wash the dishes.” “Okay, dad, chores should be done too!” To be knowledgeable, to be sincere and righteous, to cultivate one’s body and family, and to rule the country and the world. Seventeen years old, my son was sixteen and a half years old. My wife told me that my son had a crush on a female classmate. “Son, come here for a moment.” “Oh, Dad, what’s wrong?” “Recently, I see you, you seem to be happy and worried, look uncertain, something on your mind?” Head down, confess, blush. “Ha, this is a good thing, it means my son is interested in people, orientation is normal, Dad is relieved.” “Dad?” “Nowadays, many children, not interested in people, only interested in computers; not interested in the opposite sex, but interested in the same sex. If so, Dad will have to die of shame in front of the ancestors. Huh?” “Haha, dad, I thought you would scold me, tangled for many days.” The son was also happy and relaxed for a moment. “Son, dad quizzed you.” “Well, please ask the question.” “What is etiquette?” “Simply put, propriety is the most reasonable relationship between man and man and between man and all things in heaven and earth.” “Well said! So, what is your relationship with that female classmate?” “A classmate relationship!” “Good, classmate relationship! Then, if you maintain the relationship with your classmate, it is called proper, and if you transgress this relationship, it is called improper. Do you understand this, son?” “Yes, Father. It’s been 10 years since I was six years old, and if I don’t understand this truth, how can I live up to the painstaking teachings of my father and mother?” “It’s not enough to understand, how can you do it?” The tone of voice was stern. “Restore your manners, Dad!” The tone of voice was solemn. From then on, the son passed through his “adolescence” without any problems. He was born in poetry, established in manners, and became a musician.