On June 25th, after lunch, I lay on the sofa and read the newspaper as usual, while keeping an eye on the gate from the corner of my eye, so as to greet my daughter who came home from school. But suddenly my heart was shaken, I don't have to wait for my daughter today, because I sent her to a concentration camp more than 300 miles away from home the day before yesterday. It wasn't really a concentration camp, but the sixty-year-old "Meadowmount Music Summer Camp."Every summer, young people from all over the world receive devil training there; the world's top masters Itzhal Perlman, Yo-Yo Ma, Lin Zhaoliang, and Jian Mingyan all came out there.

The music camp covers an area of ​​more than 200 acres, among which dormitories converted from stables are scattered.The roof is made of iron. Since the stables were originally not high, they were forced to be converted into two floors, so you can touch the ceiling with your hands. In addition, the windows are surprisingly small, and the room can only be turned around. how hot.Even more frightening are the rules in the camp—— At 7 o'clock in the morning, the dormitory supervisor will knock on the door one after another like a "jail guard", and will not stop until the students open the door and come out.At 7:30, I have to go to a restaurant a few hundred feet away for dinner; at 8:30, I have to go back to my small room to start practicing the piano.

The dormitory supervisor patrols the corridor all day long, and knocks on the door to warn if there is no sound of the piano; I really don't understand why my spoiled daughter, who thinks she's a little princess, has to go in. Before I entered the camp, I asked her again and again, should I forget it? It’s so comfortable to be at home during the summer vacation, why go to suffer, I can’t go home for seven weeks, my family is not allowed to visit, the phone is not connected, and I am not even allowed to bring my computer. No one can tell, what a pity! The daughter didn't even think about it, she turned her head and said, "I'm going!"

On the day I entered the camp, it was thirty-five degrees Celsius. I sneaked into her room to take a look, and I was sweating profusely; when I came out, I asked her if she should just go home, but she still turned her head and said, "No. Home." When we left, my daughter was queuing up to hand in the medical examination form and waved us away.I secretly checked to see if she was crying, but her eyes were not red, and she said she was very excited. I got in the car and slowly drove away from the campus. I kept turning my head, but the baby girl who claimed to be reluctant to part with her parents turned her back to us.

In fact, there are many such "concentration camps" in the United States, including music, sports, literature, and science.But "one is willing to fight, one is willing to endure", there are so many young people who try their best to go in and accept abuse. From the fact that my daughter entered the camp, I often thought that "women can't stay in college", and "sons can't stay in college". When my son entered Harvard and sent him, I cried when I left. Watching" Do I leave? They are so ruthless because they are excited about leaving their parents; or because there are too many challenges to face in front of them, "people who suffer have no right to be pessimistic."

Just like when I left home and came to the United States alone; at the airport, even the students cried, but I did not shed tears, because I had to bear the suffering ahead alone.They stayed at home and lived a peaceful life, but I became a drifter. But why do every young man want to wander, dream of being a stranger, and feel that loneliness is a kind of coolness. Is this a kind of natural impulse? It is this impetus that enabled the ancestors of mankind to come out of the earliest Africa, travel to the whole world, and even land on the moon. It is believed that one day they will reach Mars.

It is also this momentum that makes the princes and princesses walk out of their father's castle, ignore their parents' shouts, jump on their horses, and run away. I often think: Parents want to stay, children want to go; parents want to make decisions for them, but they just don't listen.Does that mean they have young minds, or should they be called rebellious? A good card, what the parents say, walk the road paved by the adults, take over the family business, and be a "filial" and "obedient" child, isn't it good? I also often think: If I were the father of Bill Gates, would I support him if I knew that my son and daughter were going to drop out of Harvard in their sophomore year? Will it stop? If I stop, will there be today's Microsoft President Bill Gates and great director Ang Lee.

Is it because the child is young that we should let him go out and find what he is looking for, and let them find it themselves; .” When my son was young, I used to play the role of the powerful for a while and helped him arrange everything. But after so many years, I have seen the "free economy" and democratic spirit in the United States.I found that everyone has his own characteristics, his advantages, and his instinct to go out to the world and suffer by himself. The best education is to make full use of these strengths. This book is the product of my new education concept. On the surface it is the same as traditional education, but the underlying proposition is "free education".

I know that parents in China are forcing their children. I didn't sing the opposite and told them not to work hard. Instead, I taught them that "success requires self-success, just like growing up requires self-growth."Let them push themselves, instead of being a car without a battery, just waiting for their parents and teachers to push behind them. In the past two days, every time I walked through my daughter's room and saw her princess bed, I wanted to cry.But I know that my two and a half arms can no longer keep her journey of thousands of miles in life. I even thought, if every school could be like a "concentration camp" like Meadowmount, where there was no barbed wire, and the children were not forced to enter, but the children tried their best to get in and accepted the rigorous training willingly, how wonderful it would be it is good!