当小儿子呱呱坠地时,我脑子里就产生了一个念头:希望他将来当一名作家。 作为家长,我不“望子成龙”,那纯粹是假话——至少我不属于那一类。我自幼酷爱文学,并立志当一名作家;笔耕20余载,可谓“硕果累累”,且各级文学组织的“理事”、“秘书长”头衔也挂了一大串,但毕竟是个“业余作家”。因为如此,我只好把希望寄托在儿子身上了,让他去圆这个“作家梦”。记得小儿子两岁多时,我就开始教他背诵唐诗宋词。他极认真地学,—个多月时间,他居然能背诵二三十首诗词了。我暗喜:长此下去,“好梦成真”矣!可惜,好景不长。后来他上幼儿园了,再后来,他上小学了,竟把先前背诵的几十首诗词全忘了。我依然耐心 When the younger son was born, I had a thought in my head: I hope he will be a writer in the future. As a parent, I do not “look like a dragon”, that’s purely false - at least I do not belong to that category. My childhood love of literature, and determined to be a writer; writing more than 20 years, can be described as “fruitful”, and literary organizations at all levels “director”, “Secretary-General” title also hung a long list, but after all, is a “amateur writer”. Because of this, I had to pin my hopes on my son and let him go round this “writer’s dream.” I remember the younger son two years old, I began to teach him to recite Tang and Song poems. He studied very earnestly - for more than a month, he could recite twenty or thirty poems. I am very happy: the long run, “a good dream come true!” Unfortunately, good not long. Later, he went to kindergarten, and later he went to primary school, forgetting the dozens of poems he had previously recited. I am still patient