Middle school days│Inspirational speeches dominated by kneeling, kowtowing, and buying books in those years

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The first time I was persuaded to buy a book was after a man named Zhang Liyong came to give a speech.

He was an ordinary employee in the cafeteria of Tsinghua University. He became famous because he sold meals to his classmates in English. Later, he received many interviews in succession and started a road of motivational speeches across the country.

I found information on the Internet. He came to my junior high school in 2008. I was only 13 years old at that time. Apart from reading half of "How Steel Was Tempered", I had no idea what inspiration was. What's the meaning.

The principal made a long introduction and expressed his feelings. It took a long time to invite him up. Children in the countryside had never seen any big shots. When he saw him walking on the stage in a straight suit, everyone was excited. He began to applaud vigorously, as if welcoming a star.

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The speech seemed to last for two hours. I still vaguely remember talking about how he worked part-time, how he later entered Tsinghua University, and how he worked hard to practice English. He still has a sense of humor and is not as serious as the principal.

His background in rural areas aroused the screams of many people at the scene. When he talked about his hard work and hard days, I could clearly feel the hot energy rising around me. I think many people felt the same. I clenched my young fists and secretly determined to study hard, and even started to choose whether to go to Tsinghua University or Peking University.

When I was also confused about whether to choose Tsinghua University or Peking University, the speech was almost over. He spent the last half hour talking about his book and said that students who wanted to buy it could go to him in the lecture theater.

Of course I was going. I held on to my living expenses and spent more than thirty yuan. When I arrived at the lecture theater, there were so many people inside that I couldn’t move at all. I squeezed in front of him with the book and asked him to sign it. He asked me my name and wrote me a message, "I wish you progress in your studies and a bright future."

I held that book as if I was holding an admission ticket to Peking University or Tsinghua University. I felt extremely determined and proud. When I ran back to the classroom and excitedly removed the plastic wrapper from the book cover, , my deskmate leaned over and asked me what strange thing I bought.

He sneered at my behavior and said that people who bought this kind of book would not be able to get into Tsinghua University. I retorted to him, do you think you can get into Tsinghua University without buying it?

Later, this guy really went to Tsinghua University. I carefully recalled the books he read in junior high school, "Fights Break the Sphere" and "Douluo Dalu", and occasionally snatched the celebrity gossip I liked to read. It has nothing to do with inspiration.

I was not admitted to Tsinghua University. The book I regarded as a treasure at the beginning has long been thrown away. I only remember that when I bought the book, I studied hard like a chicken blood, but it only maintained It lasted only a week, and I couldn't find the strength to persevere at all. I had no ambition, and no matter how hard I tried, it was torture.

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The first time I encountered motivational speeches dominated by kneeling and kowtowing was when I was in high school.

The head teacher announced that there would be an inspirational speech the next afternoon, and asked everyone to bring their parents as much as possible. I didn’t expect that the speech would be updated so quickly. Not only the children must be educated, but the children’s parents must also be educated. .

I originally wanted to call my parents, but they were too busy at that time and couldn't. Looking back now, I am just thankful.

The speaker was a middle-aged man, wearing a suit, with the Mediterranean Sea on his head. He had been talking for almost three hours in front of him. The students below were chatting, eating melon seeds, and those who came with their parents. Many students sat upright unwillingly, trying to behave like a "good student". Many people who usually seemed to be carefree became serious. They usually don't take exams so seriously, which made me laugh.

The highlight came. Suddenly, the big speakers on both sides started playing music. It was a female voice humming. I remember when I was a child, I saw this as the soundtrack of the car accident scene on the TV. The Mediterranean painting style changed, and suddenly the His tone slowed down and he said to us: "Now, please turn around and take a look at your parents.

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"Look at your parents. Years of fatigue and hard work have added wrinkles to the corners of their eyes. Look at the white hair on their temples. They are the marks left by their hard work for you. Look at their hands, those rough calluses are the love that can never heal. Look at them, children, your parents are getting older! ”

Although I don’t understand the meaning of love that can never heal, I have lost myself in the mournful music. I cry as uncontrollably as a faucet, which keeps poking me. The friend in front asked her to pass some more paper to me. She didn’t look back, she just threw her hand back and threw some paper to me. She probably cried a lot at that time.

I just cried and cried. Ah, while I was crying and thinking about whether I should go to Tsinghua University or Peking University, those distant memories began to replay in my mind. It turns out that God has eyes and sent someone to tell me to stick to my dream. I thought of my mother and me again. Dad, how hard they worked. I would be an unfilial son if I didn't get into Tsinghua University.

When I was crying hard, I saw Brother Ergou in the team next to him was crying uncontrollably.

When Mediterranean on the stage said that you should turn around and look at your parents, he really turned around and looked at his father, with tears in his eyes and a slit in his mouth. He lowered his head. Like a little woman who had been wronged, she did not cry out. She only saw his shoulders shaking all the time, and occasionally his whole body twitched along with him.

This guy is usually very domineering and likes to tease girls. He dared to quarrel with the teacher in class, and he always said some swear words and dirty jokes. He was always the first to rush out of the classroom and go to the cafeteria after class at noon. I was lucky enough to see him once, with a running man who had a look of spit on his face. The wild dog is exactly the same.

But at this time, he was crying. It felt so unreal to me. As a under-18-year-old, I was aroused with a trace of maternal feelings and really wanted to go up and hold him in my arms. On the chest, the music in the broken sound system gradually reached its climax, and the woman inside seemed to be singing on tiptoes on the edge of the cliff, which only made people's hearts itch.

"Children," Mediterranean began to speak again. "The parents in front of you have worried about you. How many times have we woke up from our sleep and seen our parents working hard? How many times have our parents given us money from their hands when we were too playful and unwilling to study?" Hand over the hard-earned living expenses. How many times when we played games all night in the Internet cafe, our parents may not have had a hot meal. This is the selfless parents and unfilial us. Dear children, if you realize that you are wrong If you have said that, please kneel down to your parents with a serious attitude now and thank them for their upbringing!

"Ah ah ah~" The woman on the speaker seemed to be ready to jump off the cliff. The tone had been raised to the highest level. If I had a glass in my hand, it would break in seconds.

As I listened to the words of the Mediterranean, I felt that something was wrong. I remember that when I woke up from my sleep in the middle of the night, I would always see my mother playing mahjong hard under the light. Her hands were calloused. They all play mahjong.

Brother Ergou seemed to be really sincere. His mouth finally opened a crack and he cried out. But after holding it in for a long time, the sound of spitting came out first. He raised his right hand to wipe it. I wiped my tears and knelt down with a plop. Even if it was a plastic playground, the continuous vibrations made people shake all over.

Brother Ergou raised his hands and hugged his father's neck. His father stiffly stretched out his hand and patted his back. One was kneeling, one was sitting, one was crying, and the other was silent. , like a statue.

My impression of Brother Ergou changed later because I saw him crying. Although it didn’t look good, it was at least real. I think people who can really cry are good people. .

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This is the speech I can remember from my student days. There are actually more, but I can’t remember them all.

However, these speeches in the name of "inspirational" did not inspire me at all. Teenagers are very easily moved, and they are also very easy to like the new and dislike the old. Only things that come naturally can last long and be strong. A twisted melon must not be sweet.

I remember there was a speech. The host asked the class teacher to stand in front of the team and face the students. Then he started to say some sensational words that are not easy for teachers. Then he asked everyone to raise their hands and applaud the teacher. I saw that I The head teacher's face was as dark as Bao Gong, but he still had to pretend to be very happy. In fact, the students and teachers were all fake, but the host was the only one who played it real.

At that time, I did not have basic logical analysis skills. I followed every punctuation mark spoken by the person on the podium as a guide. My emotions were like eggs broken into a bowl. The person holding chopsticks stirred them a few times. They dispersed. I believe everyone’s words, but I don’t believe what I say.

But the older you get, the more you hate others kidnapping you emotionally. If you take this kind of motivational speech to college, you may be thrown eggs and cabbage, because our consciousness is no longer just about With emotional sustenance, the deterrent effect of the word "responsibility" will be more lasting and profound.

I am very glad that my parents did not go. Firstly, I was embarrassed, and secondly, I dislike performance-like rituals from the bottom of my heart.

Whether it is announcing one's ideals in public or showing a certain emotion in public, it makes people feel uncomfortable. This kind of emotion is not worth sharing, otherwise it would be called a movie, not life.

However, teachers and parents love this kind of "education" very much. They think that if they admit their mistakes and shed a few tears, the children will repent. The fact is that the children have not done anything wrong at all, so why should they repent?

But in fact, teachers and parents are also the type of people who care least about our tears. It’s just that these inspirational speech masters know how to make a balance and realize this balance.

Is there still a need for motivational speeches? I think they are. Just like Brother Ergou, if it hadn’t been for that huge kneeling ceremony, he and his dad would have truly embraced each other. , I don’t know how long it will take.