What short stories are suitable for 1 minute speech?

1, give children a chance to degenerate.

The school where I used to teach had an affiliated kindergarten. I often take my students to observe. There is a bunker in the kindergarten. There are some toys in it, such as shovels, empty bottles and funnels. Children like to put sand in the funnel and then put it in the bottle.

Because the school is very big, people from all ethnic groups have it. I saw a very interesting phenomenon: when foreign children put sand into the funnel with a small shovel, because the funnel will leak and the sand is not enough, the children put their fingers on the bottom of the funnel to block the leak. When the sand is full, they move it to the side of the bottle, let go of their fingers and put the hourglass in the bottle, but the hourglass is very fast. When they took it off their fingers and aimed it at the bottle mouth, the sand almost leaked out.

Suddenly, the child began to understand. He aimed the funnel directly at the bottle mouth and poured sand. The bottle will soon be full. At this time, the child will smile proudly and look back at his mother happily. Her mother will clap her hands to show encouragement. China's mother is different. When the child picked up the funnel and the sand was lost from the bottom, China's mother immediately squatted down and said, "Come on, mom will teach you to aim the funnel at the bottle mouth, and then pour the sand from here. China children learned to use funnels earlier than American children, but he soon stopped playing with funnels and climbed out of the bunker to ask his mother for a hug.

Here I see the differences between Chinese and western educational methods. We are willing to do anything for our children. If we do more for our children, our children will do less. We forget that the wrong path is actually one of the ways of learning. Some discoveries will only appear after going the wrong way, and the fruits of our efforts are particularly sweet, bringing children the joy of "knowing". The joy of "I see" will sweep away the previous frustration.

2. The boatman and his children

In cold weather, the boatman went boating, and he took his children with him. The boatman rowed hard and felt very hot, so he took off his coat and wore only a thin coat.

He ran into the hut and said to his children:

"It's too hot. Let me help you take off your coat!"

He took off the child's coat and let him wear only a thin coat.

The boatman rowed again, covered in sweat, and he simply took off his only thin coat.

"Oh, it's too hot! It's too hot! " He went into the hut again and stripped the child naked.

How hard the boatman rowed, steaming and sweating. However, his poor child froze to death in the cabin.

What's his surname and nationality?

There was a monk in the Tang Dynasty whose dharma name was Sangha. During the Longshuo period, the Sangha often wandered around the Yangtze River and Huaihe River. He has a profound practice, his heart is all over the world and his behavior is strange.

One day, the sangha walked to a beach and looked at the sails and white clouds in the distance, feeling very empty and detached. Walking alone, a local scholar came face to face. Seeing that the monk was virtuous and elegant, the scholar went forward to talk with him.

The scholar asked, "Dare you ask the monk what his surname is?"

The sangha folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and replied, "What's the monk's name?"

The scholar thought it was a coincidence that the monk was actually surnamed He. The scholar then asked, "What nationality does the monk know?"

The sangha twisted the beads in his hand and naturally blurted out, "What nationality?"

Hearing this, the scholar understood the monk's surname and nationality.

A few years later, the Sangha died of illness, and the great genius Yong wrote an inscription for the Sangha. Li Yong found a scholar who had talked with the Sangha, and the scholar told Li Yong what the Sangha had said. Li Yong didn't understand the true meaning of what the monk said to the scholar, and his understanding was the same as that of the scholar. Therefore, Li Yong wrote in the Sangha Biography: "The master's surname is He, and he is from China."

This inscription is a bit like talking in a dream with an idiot.

In fact, as a monk, the Sangha is at home all over the world, and it doesn't matter what his surname or hometown is. And Li Yong, a great talent, can only understand it in a simple way, but he can't understand its profound meaning. It can be seen that ordinary people are not as good as monks, making such jokes deviates from the original intention, and what is left behind is people's ridicule.

No one can own the world.

My son asked for a bottle, but I didn't give it. He cried, and no one was good. After half an hour, his crying stopped, and the first sentence was "bottle." I said, "The bottle has been thrown away." He cried again. Mother stood aside and said, "He is only two years old. Please coax him again. "

So, I told him many lies, such as the bottle evaporated like water and was eaten by me. The son said, "bottle, I want it." Everything I did was in vain. The boundary between maturity and immaturity is said to be compromise. When a person knows to give up, he grows up. At the beginning of life, all desires grow like weeds in the wild, because they don't know that small land, and they want to pick the moon in the sky to play. The tyrant's desire is far less intense than that of children, and every child's desire will make any tyrant feel ashamed.

Why should we educate our children? To a large extent, it is to let children not be insatiable and maintain the necessary vanity and desire.

I took my son to the streets to play. The street is very hot. My son asked me to stop the passing car and go home. I told him that it was someone else's car and dad couldn't stop it. Son? I saw his favorite steamed buns in front of the fast food restaurant. He reached for it, and I said, "This is someone else's. You can buy it with money if you want. " When my nephew was seven years old, he took a waxberry from someone else's fruit stand. His sister went home and told my sister. My sister beat him up. My nephew cried and said, "I just took one, and half of it is rotten." "

My sister said, "None, unless you make money to buy them yourself." Now, my nephew said to me, "I want to make a lot of money in the future." I want to open a fruit shop. I can eat whatever I want. " He still has a wish, but this wish has a premise that it will take ten years, twenty years or even longer to come true.

What we do to our children, sometimes, is to tell them that the world is not ours, we only have a small part of it, and we have to pay a big enough price to have it.