Adults will always only shout loudly: "Nemazadi, look at me!" "Ahamad, do your homework!" "Child, go!" "Throw that cloth up" "Come in the milk!" "Or threats: "If you don't do your homework in your workbook, you will be dropped out of school!" "Wait for your dad to come back and let him teach you a lesson!" And their most common answer to the question is "I don't know."
This is a simple but cute little story: Nezamadhi was told by the teacher that if he didn't do his homework in the workbook, he would be expelled from school, and Ahmad brought back Nezamadhi's workbook by mistake. home, so he went over the mountains and rivers to take the book back to his friend. His only clues are that Nezamad lives in Arkadi, his only means of transportation are his legs, he is confronted by a group of relatives who think they want to teach him to behave, and he is confronted by people who say "I don't Know" addicted passerby. But thinking of Nemazadi, who was pressed by his teacher step by step in front of the whole class until tears burst into his eyes, he ran and ran, hiding from his mother, contradicting his grandfather, and trying to refuse the stranger's request.
It's really strange, adults and children must not live in the same country, adults can't hear children talking, they automatically block children's clear pronunciation, or regard words as garbled. Only a child will take a child's question seriously and know how important it is to find a friend's home.
The structure of the story reminded me of "Five Golden Flowers" (Khan) for a moment. I kept missing it. The classmate who instructed Nezamadi's residence 5 minutes ago went out, and there were many Nemazadi with the same name. . One is looking for someone, the other is looking for a home.
Adults always underestimate many things about children, their ideals, their IQ. I heard a story before that there was a girl who was obsessed with Egypt when she was a child. Once, her father slapped her for delaying work and said, "You will never be able to go to Egypt in your life!" The girl grew up and went to Egypt to send it to her father in front of the pyramids. a postcard. When Eileen Chang was a child, she was always eager to tell everything she knew, to scare the adults. When I was a child, I would carefully guard some things that looked ridiculous when I grew up: the first tooth that was lost, a whistle made of bamboo. We care about things that would not have an impact on life, but can be seen from our narrow perspective, but can cover up the whole sky, such as whether my mother came to the kindergarten to pick me up earlier, such as running a long way to return the wrong homework book to classmates.
The people I meet either have no impression of childhood, or they have devastated memories and do not want to live that kind of childhood again. I think that's because we're all in a country where adults are used to saying "I don't know"
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