Mom (Dad):

Hello!

I have so many things to say to you, and I will take this opportunity to express my feelings to you today.

We are the builders of the 21st century. We should have a spirit of self-improvement, master skills, and cultivate abilities since childhood.

Look at the root carvings, or the tumbling dragons, or the phoenixes dancing in the sky; However, they are just a dead object that has been cruelly and carefully trimmed of its edges based on the original stump. They are not as crazy as chili peppers, nor are they like soda that boils when shaken lightly. They don't even know how to hide themselves like masks and reflect a strong metallic luster.

This group of "root carvings" only caused divergent opinions with their weird patterns, and then were quietly gnawed by moths in the darkness that they did not know: deformation, collapse, decay... This is the "post-90s" generation. sorrow.

Indeed, as a group of children, we have endured too much, and as the future, this red candle has been swaying in everyone's saliva. From the moment of birth, we let the idiom "hope that the child will succeed" shine brightly. Piano, calligraphy, painting... a child can reach the highest state of ancient Confucianism - learn the six arts, but we no longer have the hand to catch butterflies and can climb trees. His legs are gone, and even his eyes that can look up at the stars have long been blinded. We don't know what to do?

If the Qing Dynasty was the pinnacle of autocratic rule, and the Pericles era was the pinnacle of Athenian democracy, then the student years of the post-90s generation were the pinnacle of examination-oriented rule. In the place where we learned knowledge, we jumped into the sea of ??questions; in the place where we chatted, we recited words; even if we returned to the place that should be warm, the two closest people had become two stiff signatures on the test paper reply slip. We've had enough!

We find that we can no longer take back the soul that does not seem to belong to us. We are afraid!

We don’t know what to do? We've had enough! We are afraid! But even if we are confused, helpless, and afraid, we still want to be a living person of flesh and blood, not just a piece of wood.

We would like to be dragons and fly in the nine heavens; we would like to be phoenixes and live in the parasol trees; we would like to be immortals and travel freely; but, I want to ask: Do you understand us?

Mom (Dad), I hope that after listening to my words, your views on raising children will change.

Sincerely

Salute

Your son (daughter): XXX