"没用"的事情才是真生活
I don't know when there was a popular saying that you should do more "useless" things and don't always do "useful" things. "Useless" things are the real life. This time I bought a ukulele on Double Twelve, thinking that I could practice it after work, which can not only combine work and rest, but also cure the lonely spiritual world of middle-aged people (suddenly I found that I still haven’t got rid of utilitarianism, and there is no way the realm is so big). I searched online to see if there were any cells in the brain that could be developed. I picked this beautiful-looking one out of Plan B considerations. I was afraid of giving up midway, and it is also a handicraft to display at home.
童年的音乐课创伤
When I was a child, I was the worst in music class. I remember that when I was transferred from Wuxi to Shanghai, I was in the second grade of elementary school and took music class. The music teacher was the youngest and most beautiful in the class, and I felt a deep admiration for her at that time. . . However, once I was learning a song in class, and after I was asked to teach it, everyone ran to the podium to sing one after another. I was nervous and sang out of tune several times, and the music teacher hit me hard on the head with a pointer and said, "You idiot!"
This scene has stayed with me for the rest of my life, and I still remember it after all these years. It was very sad at that time, and the young mind was hit hard. It was not because of being hit on the head by the pointer, but because of the words "big idiot" and the teacher's angry look at that time, which combined to strangle the self-esteem, the damage was extremely powerful. Then I was silent for several days when I went home to eat. My mother saw that I was unusual. I talked so much during meals and even fell off the floor. The cat squatted on the ground on time, so she asked me what was wrong. Did I get into a fight, was bullied, or failed the exam? After several questions, I burst into tears and poured out a sentence of grievance: The music teacher said I was stupid. My mother was happy and comforting me.
中年逆袭的小小愿望
Things that I thought were important and painful in my childhood are now funny when I talk about them. Maybe it’s the same in adult life. The size of things is just the weight you feel in your heart at the time. It will be just as calm afterward. Most things can be thought of like this. Now, let's see if a middle-aged person can make a small counterattack in music to make up for the "trauma" of childhood. By the way, after the epidemic is gone, you can also take it with you if you step on the accelerator and continue to watch China.