A wonderful parenting style; please follow this story of a young couple with children.

One morning, the father made two bowls of noodles with poached eggs. One bowl had an egg on top, the other had no egg. He placed them on the table and asked his son which bowl he wanted. "The one with the egg," the son said, pointing to his bowl. The father said, "Let me have it! Kong Rong could share pears at seven! You're ten!" The son said, "He's him! I'm me! I won't share!" The father tentatively asked, "Really not?" "Really not!" the son answered firmly, and with lightning speed, bit off half the egg, as if registering a trademark for that bowl of noodles. "No regrets?" The father was quite surprised by his son's actions and astonishing speed, but couldn't help asking one last time. "No regrets!" To show his unwavering determination, the son ate the last bit. The father silently watched his son finish, then picked up the bowl without the egg and began to eat with gusto. The son clearly saw two eggs hidden in the father's bowl. The father pointed to the two eggs in the bowl and warned his son, "Remember! Those who try to take advantage often end up losing." The son looked helpless. One Sunday morning, the father made two bowls of noodles with poached eggs. The scene repeated itself: one bowl had an egg on top, the other had none. The father casually asked, "Which bowl do you want?" "I'm ten years old, I'll give you the egg!" the son said, taking the bowl without the egg. "No regrets?" the father asked. "No regrets!" the son answered firmly. The son ate quickly, finishing the noodles without seeing the egg. The father picked up the remaining bowl with the egg and started eating. The son saw an egg on top, but even more surprisingly, there was another egg underneath. The father pointed to the eggs and said, "Remember this: those who try to take advantage may suffer a great loss!" The third time, several months later, the props were the same. The father asked, "Which bowl do you want?" "Kong Rong gave away the pear, I'll give you the noodles. Dad is the elder! You eat first!" "Then I won't be polite." "The father, without hesitation, picked up the bowl of noodles with the egg. The son calmly picked up the bowl without the egg, and the bowl was quickly emptied. The son was surprised to find an egg hidden in his own bowl. The father said meaningfully to his son, 'Those who don't try to take advantage will not be taken advantage of in life.'"
This article is fantastic, worth keeping for fifteen years.
First story: My son was two years old. One day, he bumped his head on the corner of the table, got a bump, and cried loudly. After a minute or so, I went to the table and asked loudly, "Table, who bumped you and hurt you? Why are you crying so sadly?" My son stopped crying and looked at me with teary eyes. I stroked the table and asked my son, "Who? Who bumped the table and hurt you?" "Me, Dad, I bumped it!" "Oh, you bumped it. Then quickly bow to the table and say sorry!" My son, with tears in his eyes, bowed and said, "I'm sorry." From then on, my son learned responsibility and accountability!
Second story: My son was three years old. He cried loudly for no reason. I asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, I'm not feeling unwell." "Then why are you crying!" "I just want to cry!" Clearly, he was whining. "Okay, we don't mind if you cry, but it's not appropriate for you to cry here. It'll disturb our conversation. Daddy will find you a place where you can cry by yourself. Call us when you're done." He then locked his son in the bathroom: "Knock when you're done crying." Two minutes later, the son knocked on the door: "Daddy, Daddy, I'm done crying!" "Good, done crying? Come out when you're done." To this day, the son is 18 and still hasn't learned to manipulate or take his anger out on others!
Thirdly: When the son was 5. In the evening, I took him for a walk across a small bridge. The water under the bridge was clear, but the current was strong. The son looked up at me: "Daddy, the river is so beautiful, I want to jump in and swim." I was taken aback: "Okay, Daddy will jump in with you. But let's go home first and change our clothes." Back home, the son changed his clothes and saw a basin of water in front of him, looking confused. "Son, when you go swimming, you have to put your face in the water, you know that, right?" "My son nodded. "Then let's practice now and see how long you can stay submerged." I checked my watch. "Okay!" My son put his face in the water, full of bravado, but only for 10 seconds: "Ptooey, Dad, I choked on water, it hurts so much." "Really? It might hurt even more if you jump into the river later." "Dad, can we not jump?" "Okay, if we don't want to, we won't." From then on, my son learned to be cautious and not reckless, to think thrice before acting.
Fourth story: My son is 6 years old and loves to eat. One evening, after school, he stopped at McDonald's: "Dad, McDonald's!" He looked drooling. "Hmm, McDonald's, do you want to eat it?" "Yes!" "Son, if someone wants to eat something and eats it all the time, they're called a bear; if someone wants to eat something but can resist, they're called a hero." Then I asked, "Son, do you want to be a hero or a bear?" "Dad, of course I want to be a hero!" "Good! What happens when a hero wants to eat McDonald's?" "I won't eat it!" he said firmly. "Great job, hero! Let's go home." My son, drooling, followed me home. From then on, he learned to know what to do and what not to do, and to resist temptation.
Fifth example: My son, 8 years old, was naughty and got into a fight with an older classmate. He came home covered in bruises, crying uncontrollably. "Are you upset?" "Yes!" he sobbed. "Are you angry?" "Yes!" he wailed. "What are you going to do?" I asked again, "Is there anything Dad can do for you?" "Dad, I'm going to find a brick and smash him from behind tomorrow!" "Hmm, I think that's a good idea! Dad will prepare a brick for you tomorrow." I continued to ask, "Anything else?" "Dad, get me a knife, I'm going to stab him from behind tomorrow!" "Good! That would be even more satisfying, Dad will go prepare it right away." I went upstairs, and my son gradually calmed down. About 20 minutes later, I brought back a large pile of clothes and blankets from upstairs. "Son, have you decided? Are you going to use a brick or a knife?" "But Dad, why are you carrying so many clothes and blankets?" the son asked, confused. "Son, it's like this: if you hit him with a brick, the police will take us away, and we'll probably only be in jail for a month, so we can just bring some light clothes and blankets; but if you stab him with a knife, we'll be in jail for at least three years, so we need to bring more clothes and blankets, enough for all four seasons." "So, son, have you decided? Dad is willing to support you!" "Like this?" the son asked, astonished. "Yes, that's how the law is!" I took the opportunity to explain the law. "Dad, then let's not do it?" "Son, weren't you very angry?" "Hey, Dad, I'm not angry anymore. Actually, I was wrong too." The son blushed. "Okay, Dad supports you!" From then on, the son learned about choices and consequences.
Sixth story: The son is 9 years old, in fourth grade, and failed math, feeling down. "What's wrong? You failed the test and gave us a hard time." "Because the math teacher is annoying, and I don't like her classes." "He said it with conviction." "Oh, how exactly does she dislike you?" I asked, intrigued. My son explained at length, "In short, she doesn't like me either." "Oh, if someone likes you, you like them; if someone doesn't like you, you dislike them. Does that mean you're an active or passive person?" "A passive person!" my son answered. "A strong person or a weak person? An adult or a child?" I continued. "A weak person, a child!" my son said timidly. "Then do you want to be an adult or a child?" "An adult! Dad, I understand: regardless of whether the teacher likes me or not, I can like her, respect her, actively influence her, and be a strong person." The next day, he went to school happily, excelled in math from then on, and learned what it means to be an adult and what it means to be a child.
Seventh: My son is 10 years old and plays games. My wife has repeatedly tried to correct him, but he hasn't changed. "Son, I heard you play this every day?" I pointed to the computer. "Yes." He admitted it, head down! "How do you feel after you finish playing?" "Confused, empty, listless, self-blaming, and looking down on myself." "Then why do you still play? You can't control yourself, can you?" "Yes, Dad." The son was helpless. "Okay! Dad will help you!" I brought over the computer and gave my son a small hammer. "Son, smash it!" "Dad!" The son was shocked! "Smash it. Dad can live without the computer, but I can't live without my son!" The son cried and smashed the computer with his own hands! From then on, the son understood what principles were. Like Mencius' mother, who chose her neighbors carefully, and when her son didn't study, she cut the threads of her loom.
Eighth story: My son is 11 years old. My wife and I have been living far away from home for a long time, and we call my elderly mother every day to check on her. One day, my son answered the phone: "Dad, hello!" He was very excited! "Hmm, good! Where's Grandma? Please let Grandma answer the phone." "Dad, why do you only call Grandma every day?" "What's so strange about that? Because she's my mom!" "What about me?" "I miss you all too!" "Go find your mother!" "Okay!" From then on, my wife received a greeting from our son at 6 o'clock every day, rain or shine, for eight years now!
Nine: My son is 12 years old, in sixth grade, and has a heavy workload, making him irritable. In the evening, he came home from school and had just entered the door when my sister started to interrogate him, "You brat, did you break my plate yesterday?" "No, Auntie, I didn't!" he said, looking confused. "I saw you break it, and you're still denying it!" my mother retorted, presenting irrefutable evidence. "I didn't! You're framing me!" He cried loudly, lay on the floor, and his emotional outburst lasted for about five minutes. I came out of the room and said sternly, "What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?" "Dad, Aunt and Grandma are framing me!" "Fraudulent? So what if they're framing you! You just lie down because they're framing you? You're spineless! Are you even a man?" My son stopped crying, stood up, and lowered his head: "Dad, they're framing me." "A real man, even if the sky falls, he won't lie down! Let alone a small plate! You're spineless!" I continued, "In this life, how many storms will you go through? Being wronged, slandered, betrayed, and sold out, and you just give up? That's cowardly!" My son straightened his back and raised his head: "Dad, I understand. What should I do now?" "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 mountains collapse and the earth cracks, ignore it, do your own thing first!" My son picked up his schoolbag, bowed to Grandma and Aunt, and calmly walked into the study. The three of us smiled knowingly. Remain unmoved by favor or disgrace, watching the flowers bloom and fade in the courtyard; be indifferent to coming or going, gazing at the clouds drifting across the sky. Son, when you grow up and see this couplet, perhaps you will remember today, remember Grandma, remember Aunt, and remember your father's good intentions!
Tenth story: My son is 13 years old, in the first year of junior high school, and his grades are average. One day, he suddenly asked, "Dad, is studying useful? Are exam scores useful?" "Why do you ask this?" I was taken aback. "These past few days, many uncles and aunts have come to our house, and you keep telling them that modern education is the worst education in 5000 years." Haha, my son overheard my long-winded discussion with my friends. "That's right, studying and exams are indeed not very useful." "Then why should I study these useless things?" "That's because you're still young. Try some useless things first, test your abilities. If you can't even do these useless things well, then you certainly won't be able to do the useful things well when you grow up. So, although studying is not very useful, you still have to study it well." "Oh, Dad, I have the ability to study well!" From then on, my son's grades improved. Son, life is indeed an illusion, but we must still live it earnestly. The spirit of cultivating truth through illusion is something we need to experience throughout our lives.
Eleventh anecdote: My son, thirteen and a half, returned from visiting relatives. Dressed in designer clothes and sporting a trendy hairstyle, he proudly declared: "Mom, am I handsome? My second uncle's son gave me clothes and shoes, brand XX, very expensive; Grandma, look at my hair, my brother took me to get it cut, the front is especially long, haha, isn't it cool?" He fluttered around the room like a butterfly. I ignored him. Two days later, my son was admiring himself in the mirror. I quietly stood behind him: "Aren't you tired, son?" "Dad, you scared me!" "Haha, aren't you tired? Always worrying; always concerned, always wondering what others are thinking. What's the point? A grown man, burdened by clothes and hair, foolish, foolish, silly." "Dad, you're making fun of me," my son blushed. "Dad will give you back your ease and freedom, how about that?" "Mmm." He changed into his school uniform, his cool hair falling loose. "Dad, so easy, so reassuring!" From then on, my son knew what beauty and ugliness were.
Twelve: My son is 14 years old, in the second year of junior high. One day he came home looking sullen. "What's wrong? Something on your mind? Tell me." "Nothing much. It's just strange, recently two classmates, who I usually get along with quite well, have been openly slandering and attacking me in the school group chat." "Oh, you're hurt?" "No, Dad, what I don't understand is, I didn't offend them, I've been doing great lately!" A hint of pride flashed in my son's eyes. "You're doing great? Come on, tell me how great you are." "This semester I'm in the top 5, first prize in the essay competition, first place in the speech competition, team championship in the basketball game, and I was named one of the top ten athletes and an outstanding class leader." "Stop, son, you're asking for trouble!" My palms were sweating, and I was losing control. "What's wrong, Dad?" "Son, you've committed a grave mistake! In my half-life, I've never seen anyone die from stupidity, but I've seen far too many die from being capable. A person's misfortune isn't because of what they did wrong, but because of what they took too much of. Son, you took too much—too much honor." "Then what should I do, Dad?" "For at least a year, you're banned from all competitions and all awards; that's called a double ban. A person should not only be capable of excellence, but also capable of helping others to excel! Honor is like a rose—beautiful to look at, but thorny in your hand." "A year? Everything else is fine, but basketball?" "Okay, basketball banned for two months!" The son accepted. Lao Tzu said, "One should not be the first in the world." Those who are praised throughout the world will surely be ruined throughout the world.
Thirteenth entry: The son is fourteen and a half years old, banned for two months, and returns. "Dad, since the double ban, my relationships with classmates have become much better, but there's still some gossip." "What are they gossiping about?" "Many teachers and classmates think I'm too passive and lack ambition." "Haha, of course you should be proactive, but the key is whether you actively seek or actively give; whether you actively compete or actively yield." "Yield to everything?" "Yes, you can yield to everything—fame, fortune, power—but there's one thing you absolutely won't yield to." "What?" "Unyielding in matters of principle!" "???" "That is: when no one is sweeping, you don't yield; when a classmate is sick, you don't yield; when someone needs help, you don't yield; when the country is in danger, you don't yield; for matters of great benevolence and righteousness, you will never back down." "Unyielding in matters of principle! I understand, that's what being proactive means!" Sweeping, responding, advancing and retreating—these are the foundations of one's character.
Fourteenth entry: My son is 15 years old, during summer vacation. I was invited to a conference and took my son with me. Along the way, my son looked anxious and uneasy. That evening, after the guests had left, I asked, "Son, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, Dad, I'm just a little uneasy." "Uneasy?" "Yes, this morning when I went out: I flew in first class; when I got off the plane, I rode in a Mercedes; and when I stayed at the hotel, I was in the presidential suite. I remembered what Master Jing told me: 'If one's virtue does not match one's position, disaster will surely follow.'" I was speechless for a moment. “Dad, you work tirelessly for all living beings, you are virtuous, so you can accept the hospitality from these uncles and aunts. But I am different; I am still a student, I haven't made any contribution to society yet, and to enjoy such treatment is unworthy of my position, and I fear it will bring misfortune in the future.” “Son, Dad is so happy!” I exclaimed excitedly, patting my son's head. “Dad is relieved, you've grown up! Based on your words, you will never suffer any major disasters in your life!” I was so happy that I cried: “Son, how about this: tonight you sleep on the floor, and tomorrow you apply to be a volunteer, okay?” “Great, Dad, now I can sleep soundly.” As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement; as earth's nature is receptive, a gentleman should cultivate virtue and bear all things.
Fifteenth anecdote: My son is fifteen and a half years old, with excellent grades, and has been admitted to a top high school. One day, some idle people came to our house and persuaded my mother to give a red envelope to the teacher. My mother was tempted. "Grandma, I heard you're going to give my teacher a red envelope?" "Yes. I heard it's fashionable to do that now; it's a matter of respect for teachers." "Respect for teachers? Never heard of that!" "You're just a kid, you don't understand. Your parents aren't home, so Grandma is in charge. We can't be impolite." "Grandma, are you really going to give it?" "Of course! The red envelope is already prepared. Grandma will go in person tomorrow." "Grandma, if you really give it to me tomorrow, I won't go to school. What you're doing is an insult to our teacher. He won't accept it. It will only make me feel very embarrassed, and I won't be able to hold my head up in front of my classmates." "This kid, so disobedient! Grandma is doing this for your own good, afraid you'll suffer." She was a little angry. "Grandma, I know you love me. But you have to believe me, believe that your grandson has the ability. Even without a gift, the teacher will still like me." The old mother was amused by her grandson's boldness. Later, when talking about this, I secretly praised my son. When things don't go as planned, reflect on your own actions! A gentleman should be upright and honest!
Sixteenth entry: My son is 16 years old and in his first year of high school. He has a heavy academic workload and only comes home on Sundays. "Dad, I want to resign from my position as head of the school's broadcasting department." "Why?" "High school students have a very clear goal: to get into a prestigious university. Most of them don't want to take on public duties. But I'm both class monitor and a student union cadre, and the broadcasting department's work is especially tedious. As the person in charge, I seem silly to my classmates." "Is this job important?" "Very important. There's no TV at school, no internet, and we can't just leave the school grounds. So, broadcasting is practically the only channel for nearly ten thousand students to stay informed and relax." "If you quit, is there a suitable person willing to take the job?" "Not yet. The teachers also think I'm quite suitable." "Then you should take it without hesitation and be a loyal person." "But, Dad, this will take up study time and affect my grades!" "Really? What if everyone in the family gets sick, and you only have half the time other students have to study?" "I will carefully manage my time, improve my focus, and increase my learning efficiency." "Haha, to make you that kind of person, Dad and Mom are willing to get sick." "No! Dad, I understand. Thank you for the job in the broadcasting department, thank you, teachers." Son, the contradictory concept of prioritizing one thing over another in time and space is the eternal excuse of fools. Many people say that family affects their career when they are at work; when they are at home, they say that career interferes with family affection; these are shameless. In this life, one must take care of parents, wife, children, friends, superiors, and all living beings; this is a kind of wisdom and strength. "Oh, dinner's ready. After you finish eating, go help Auntie wash the dishes." "Okay, Dad, I'll do the housework too!" Investigate things to gain knowledge, cultivate sincerity and rectify the mind, cultivate oneself and regulate one's family, govern the country and bring peace to the world.
Seventeenth story: My son is sixteen and a half years old, and his heart is beginning to stir with love. My wife told me that our son has a crush on a female classmate. "Son, come here for a moment." "Oh, Dad, is something wrong?" "Recently, I've noticed that you seem happy one moment and worried the next, your expression is uncertain, is something on your mind?" He lowered his head, confessed, and blushed. "Ha, that's a good thing. It means my son is interested in people and has a normal orientation. Dad is relieved." "Dad?" "These days, many kids aren't interested in people, only in computers; they're not interested in the opposite sex, but in the same sex. If that's the case, Dad would die of shame before our ancestors, haha." "Haha, Dad, I thought you were going to scold me. I've been agonizing over it for days." The son laughed and relaxed immediately. "Son, let Dad test you." "Okay, go ahead." "What is propriety?" "Simply put, propriety is the most reasonable relationship between people and between people and all things in the universe." "Well said! So, what's your relationship with that female classmate?" "A classmate relationship!" "Good, a classmate relationship! So, maintaining a classmate relationship is called propriety, and transgressing this relationship is called impropriety. Do you understand this principle, son?" "Yes, Dad. I've been studying the classics since I was six, for ten years now. If I don't understand this principle, how can I live up to your and Mom's painstaking teachings?" "Just understanding isn't enough. How can you put it into practice?" His tone was stern. "Restrain yourself and return to propriety, Dad!" His tone was solemn. From then on, his son smoothly navigated adolescence.
He found inspiration in poetry, established himself on propriety, and achieved success through music. Sharing this with my friends, hoping we can accurately seize every educational opportunity. Good parents are better than good teachers!

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