The protagonist of Parent-child Composition is a special mother and son. They have experienced primary education in the United States and China, and have experienced the running-in and adaptation from Chinese to English and from English to Chinese. Start with the snow in my son's memory, and then enter a different learning process through my mother's meticulous and affectionate memories.
Snow in memory
Li Ruili, Class 5 (8), Xinghai Primary School, Suzhou Industrial Park, Jiangsu Province
I like snow best. The two snows that impressed me the most, one in Beijing and the other in America.
In Beijing in 2009, the first snow fell at the beginning of 165438+ 10. I was so excited that I didn't sleep well all night. I got up the next day and went to the window: Wow, I can have a snowball fight!
The battlefield was chosen in an open space with few people in the community. Me and Wang of Team A, Zhang of Team A, Sun of Team A.. Everyone used discarded cartons and wooden frames as defensive bunkers, and made snowballs as bullets.
"Three, two, one, go!" While speaking, I picked up the first snowball and threw it at Zhang. When he jumped up, the snowball hit the pine branch and fell with a bang. Sun also picked up a snowball and threw it at the king-really thank the broken table, or the king would be in full bloom. Awang began to fight back, throwing several snowballs in a row and flying over. Sun dodged once and again, and got a heavy blow on his calf. "ouch!" He grinned exaggeratedly. We are more excited, moving faster and faster, and still shouting "Look at the move!" "Ah-hey!" I don't know how long it took, but both teams ran out of bullets. On the F 1 track, we quickly snowballed to make bullets at the speed of changing wheels. I had a brainwave. While Sun and Zhang were concentrating on making bullets, I grabbed a snowball and slipped in. They were caught off guard, repeatedly shot and surrendered. We played with red faces one by one, and the whole body's hot air steamed out from our hair and neck, as if it could melt ice and snow. ...
I was so happy during the snowball fight that I can't help laughing now. If the snow in Beijing is an action film, then the snow experienced by the United States is a landscape film.
It happened to be Christmas Eve, New Year's Eve in the West. In the morning, I got up in the scream of my mother. When I ran downstairs, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh, my God, the door is blocked by heavy snow!" " "As you can see from the glass on the door, the door was blocked by a snowstorm overnight. Because the door is facing the wind, it is piled more than one meter high! Dad had never seen this scene before. He excitedly dragged me across the hall and ran to the garage. The shutter door won't close-we are still a little worried. " Hua-Hua-",as the garage door rolled up a little, dazzling snowflakes floated in, and the thick snow extended to the horizon, fluffy and soft, covering the vast land tightly and warmly. Every house with different shapes is not in the snow. From a distance, it looks like a beautiful toy house, with a dark green pine tree against a white coat, which is simply a fairy tale world.
In the evening, the bright and gorgeous Christmas decorations in each family yard shine for the second time, and the white is whiter and brighter. I was fascinated by it, and everything in front of me made me enter the real fairy tale world, just as written in the book and as I imagined the scene. It seems that the next moment, Santa Claus will appear in such a snowy world, riding a sleigh pulled by a deer and singing Christmas songs in front of me ... American snow is a white Christmas memory, a fairy tale memory.
I am intoxicated with good memories. Wake up, love snow more.
Happiness across the Pacific Ocean
Liu ruohong
Two snows in memory, what my son saw was snow, and what I saw was happiness.
Every afternoon, when I go to school to pick up Rare (my son's nickname), he is always as happy as a bird in the queue. Even in winter, he always sweats and blushes. I wonder how he got so hot. He told me that there was a free time from school to the whole team. I don't know how long it will take, but he plays well. In fact, he is not an extrovert, so this steaming happiness just conveys a message: campus life is very happy and he gets along well with teachers and classmates.
Speaking of it, rare happiness is particularly difficult because he has an "unusual" trajectory: in the first grade, he entered a primary school in Beijing. A few months later, his father was sent by the company. Our family lived in America, and he entered a local primary school. Two years later, my family settled in Suzhou because of my father's job change, so it is rare to reintegrate into domestic primary education. Behind the seemingly rich trajectory, it is not only the change and adaptation of the environment, but also the continuous running-in of cross-language and cross-culture. Since his first day in primary school, I have been worried: son, can you do it?
When I first arrived in the United States, Rarity's so-called English level, like most children of the same age in China, could sing alphabet songs and add some lonely words and sentences. Walking into the classroom in America, among the blond children, my son told me that he didn't understand a word. Just lucky, full of excitement and novelty prompted him to stare big eyes every day and concentrate on integrating into his classmates. Three or four months later, suddenly one day, he understood everything in the class. I am surprised at the speed at which he completed the transformation, and I also believe that there will be many twists and turns in this process. He thought for a moment, said no for sure, and came naturally.
After listening to his answer, I can't help thinking: every morning, he flies into the yellow school bus happily like a bird; Every day after school, boys and girls play together in the backyard connected to the lawn as soon as their schoolbags are thrown away. Baseball, football, basketball, hide-and-seek, swinging ... when the stars come out, the laughter ends, and then when my son comes back steaming, the excitement often lasts until he falls asleep. It seems that when I was still worried, my son had easily crossed the adaptation period of language and life, which really surprised and delighted me.
Unexpectedly, the same situation happened again two years later. When he first returned to China, the level of rare Chinese characters was only equivalent to the level of "half" grade, and this time he had to catch up with his classmates who had studied in key schools for two years. Before entering the school, the guidance office gave him a thorough paper, and his Chinese score was only 2 1. I am worried once again: will he be as happy as before in his future studies? If I tell him that the teaching level in China is very difficult, there is pressure from the Olympics, and ... he must have been deceived first, then intimidated, and lost confidence and happiness from then on. So I said to him as easily as possible: Just like when you first arrived in America, you learned English in three or four months. Now I'm in class with my classmates. I usually speak Chinese, and Chinese will naturally catch up soon! This kind of encouragement is not only a positive psychological suggestion to my son, but also a relaxed attitude towards myself, trying to let go of the anxiety caused by the score.
After taking the reassurance, Rare's daily study and life is step by step: going to school, leaving school, doing homework and playing games ... He is still very happy every day, and there seems to be no too much pressure. After a school year, surprisingly, his Chinese score in the final exam was the first in the class. Our whole family knows that one achievement doesn't mean everything. But there is no doubt that this is an encouraging start. Just like studying in the United States, when language is no longer a problem, mathematics, reading, painting ... rare things quickly run to the forefront, and all aspects are comfortable. My son's inner world is stronger than I thought, so I'm relieved.
Time has passed, and now Rare is a big boy in grade five. Sometimes I feel in a trance, so I cross the Pacific Ocean and easily adapt to everything? The only certainty is that he is a happy child, happy to study, happy to play and happy to live every day. In order to protect his happiness, after returning to China, I insisted on being an "unconventional" mother: I didn't learn the piano, didn't make up the Olympics, didn't go to composition classes ... just to satisfy my hobbies, he loved sports, participated in table tennis and basketball classes and enjoyed sports; He loves movies and goes to the cinema with him to watch Hollywood blockbusters. He likes snow, and I took him to the Alps to experience the quiet beauty of nature; He likes reading, whether English or Chinese books, he likes reading ... heartfelt love and happiness. Isn't this the best memory of his childhood?
When he had a snowball fight with his friends in the heavy snow in Beijing, when he stood in the snow on Christmas Eve and marveled at the fairy-tale Christmas world, I knew that he was extremely happy at such a moment. May these true happiness across the Pacific always accompany his growth and never be lost.