Garan Oct. 29, 2007 20:44 in
"Helen Keller" in Jingtian, Shenzhen . right. I see here, stop, and type these words.
When I first watched it, my mother passed me and asked what I was watching. I said Helen Keller, and she said oh, that's the girl who can't speak and listen, and I said yes. She said her teacher was amazing, and without her, there was nothing.
The black-and-white film, the performance is very past, but it is very real, and the teacher seems to be a face I am very familiar with, but I can't remember it for the time being. She said, let Helen share everything in this world, even if she dies, the joy will not disappear.
This film should be many years old, right? It is estimated that I was afraid of being "educated" before, so I haven't watched it. Now it's finished. Nearly tears came out at the end. Am I about to become a person who can't cry.
I don't know what people in this world cherish, or what else they cherish. Of course, everyone cares about different things, and cherishes things differently. I'm just saying, where are the things that people cared about in the past, those I specifically refer to, now?
I have talked about these things in many texts, and they are in so many books, movies, and music. Why can't you see them in your life? What's wrong with this world. When I read these books when I was a child, I was full of good feelings for the world, and I did realize that these things really exist in the process of growing up, but why are these things gradually being lost now?
In the community where the workshop is located, no less than 10 children have been trained by me, and no less than 5 children have been trained by me. Xiao Xun means a few words, and Da Xun is "treatment". Make a record:
Anyone who passes by our door, or is seen by me, throws things away, we must catch them and pick them up and throw them in the trash can. In my impression, there is no second child who commits the crime again.
The little girl upstairs of us looks very nice, but there is a big problem. She likes to be eye-catching very much. I think because of her growth, she hopes to make others notice her through very high and high frequency calls. All the laughter and the volume were raised by an octave, and other people could not touch her. There was a little conflict, and she began to cry hysterically, and crying loudly. Once when I was playing with other children, it was like this again. A bunch of parents gathered around and said good things, but she got worse. I am not only sensitive to all high-frequency sounds but also extremely abandon it. Once I couldn’t help it. I went out and told her that you would call me and others, and you would speak well next time. If you call again, I’m right. You are welcome. From then on, when she called, she aimed her eyes in our direction, as long as she saw my eyes looking at her, she stopped abruptly. I'm currently thinking about talking to her mother once. It would not be a good thing to indulge her so much in the future. Such a pretty little girl, what good would it be if she grew up to be a savage woman?
One of the big training sessions: There is a little girl who often comes to our workshop to help. She has a very cute sister and a mushroom head with very smooth and shiny hair. Everyone calls her "little mushroom". She is a very typical lawless coquettish type, who can lose her temper unscrupulously. Once I beat my sister in our workshop, was trained by us, and then grabbed kaka and bit me. Now I was on fire, and Kaka grabbed hands and feet, and pressed them on the sofa not to move. She started crying, kicking, biting and catching everything. We held it down until she was weak. I told her, when did you admit your mistakes and apologize, when did you stop crying, and when did you go home, otherwise you would be there? Cry well here. I will never sympathize with you.
Little Mushroom cried for about ten minutes, and kept calling "Sister Sister, I want to go home, I want to go home, I want my mother." The little sister said to the side, "Don't cry, go home if you don't cry, but Don't dare to pull my sister up. Little Mushroom was crying, leaning down and looking at me. When her foot was about to touch the ground, I took a look at her. She immediately retracted her foot and cried loudly. Finally she found that all the tricks were of no use, so she slowly stopped crying, and apologized, saying that she would never bully her sister again next time, not bullying her mother, not bullying others, or biting others. I asked her to take a tissue to dry her tears, and then go home with her sister.
Little Mushroom's friendship with us was pretty good, but she didn't ask us to settle accounts after this happened. Said Little Mushroom seemed to be obedient a lot. But Little Mushroom dared not approach us for nearly a year. If you pass by our workshop, you will take a big circle far away, and if you meet on the road, you will hide in her mother's clothes. But she often hides outside our workshop to look at us and smiles at us. Until last week, when I worked at 66 nights, she dared to come in for the first time. But still dare not touch me, :) She actually likes us very much.
The second time of
Daxun : Our door is a children's playground with various plastic facilities for children to play. But the whole community has no place to play basketball. There are two little boys who like to play basketball very much. They often play in the children's playground. As a result, the ball often falls into the flowerbed next to each other, one time and one small tree in the flowerbed. I have talked about it several times and it hasn't changed. Once, the princess Lulu, whom I moved from home and bought at SAM'S for ten years, had just grown three new buds. They dropped one bud at a time and dropped them three times, and they were all finished. I went out and took that basketball in.
The two little boys froze, wondering what I meant. After rubbing at the door for a long time, said, can we get the ball? I said no. They rubbed it for a while, saying they didn't mean it. I went out to show them the broken tree and broken buds, and said that they could get the ball back by restoring them. They froze and continued to rub. After a while, come and tell me, they can't recover, can they get the ball? I asked them, what do you say? They were silent. Keep rubbing. Then I went out and told them that if it is broken, it cannot be restored. You apologize and promise not to do it again, otherwise the ball will be missed by you. I do what I say, you can try. You can go to your parents to ask for it. If I get caught next time, hehe. Then I went back to work.
They rubbed for a while and left. Came back after a while, began to apologize, and promised that it will never be again next time. I returned the ball to them. A person from the management office came over and told me that they went to the management office to call their parents and were scolded by their parents.
Since then, the two little boys have been fine, except that they don’t play in this place. They switched to the flower stand in front. If there are other children playing like this and they encounter flowers and trees, they will also say that they can’t play here. , The aunt over there will scold.
Hey-hey.
I think it’s nothing more than a small training. A few times of a big training is my luck. If the parents are a little bit, I will be choked. When adults throw things, I pick them up and let them pick them up. Their faces are very ugly.
I will catch every time I meet. But I don’t know how many times I can catch this way, and what effect can I get? Remember when they grow up in the future? Does it work?
Where are the beautiful things in this world?
Where are our hearts, our souls, our attitudes to life, and our principles?
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