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"Mom, our teacher told us to learn from Lei Feng, be a good role model, do good deeds, and write reflections."
On Monday after school, Song Yanzhi picked up her son and heard him say something.
Seeing his furrowed brows, Song Yanzhi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Isn't this a good thing?"
"Mom, what exactly constitutes a good thing? Aren't the things I do usually good?"
Why do it on purpose? Xiao Bao didn't understand; he hated troublesome things.
The teacher also said to help strangers, but why should he help people he doesn't even know?
Xiao Bao doesn't like strangers; in fact, he's quite wary of strangers.
"The things you do are things you're used to doing, things that are part of your daily life, so of course they're not a bad thing."
"Learning from Lei Feng means being willing to help others, dedicating your love, and doing good deeds everywhere, so as to faithfully carry on the spirit of Lei Feng."
Song Yanzhi paused for a moment, then said, "Of course, while helping others, we can't be impulsive. We need to be good at observing whether the other person is good or bad, and think things through before helping them. Otherwise, we'll only bring trouble upon ourselves."
"Mom, what should I do?" Xiao Bao seemed to understand but not quite.
Song Yanzhi lifted him onto the back of the bicycle, saying, "For example, watering dry saplings, helping elderly people cross the street, picking up litter, giving up your seat on the bus for those in need... and many more."
Xiao Bao understood; so that's how it is.
If that's the case, it's not difficult.
As long as he's not asked to help others for no reason, that's fine.
"Mom, if I do this, I'm a good child, right?"
Song Yanzhi smiled and said, "Of course, Xiao Bao has always been a good child."
Xiao Bao was happy and hugged his mother's hand even tighter.
Song Yanzhi rode his bicycle and led him home.
After Xiaobao got home and finished his homework, he insisted on going out to see if there was anything he could help with.
Song Yanzhi not only had to grade homework but also review lessons, so he didn't have time to go with her. He told her not to go too far.
Xiao Bao agreed.
However, Xiao Bao couldn't find anything to do that day. There was a lot of trash on the street, and he frowned as soon as he saw it. He couldn't possibly pick it all up by himself.
No sooner had someone picked it up than someone else threw it on the ground, and yet another person was spitting everywhere – it was truly disgusting.
Xiao Bao returned home listlessly.
Song Yanzhi asked him what was wrong.
Xiao Bao said, "Mom, I don't want to do good deeds anymore. I can't control others; I can only control myself."
Song Yanzhi was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then smiled and said, "Isn't this good?"
"But then I won't be able to do good things."
"Xiao Bao, what you said is very true. We can't control others, we can only control ourselves, and that's the best we can do."
"The premise of doing good deeds is that it is within our own capabilities. If we do not do things beyond our capabilities, no one will blame us."
Xiao Bao said, "But if the teacher asks me tomorrow, I won't be able to hand in my homework."
"Xiaobao, we do good deeds not just to hand in our homework, but because we have the awareness and intention to do them. The teacher won't blame you."
She rubbed her son's head.
Xiao Bao thought about it and agreed.
Should it be within the scope of what I can do?
He suddenly remembered that during this time at school, Tiezhu had been bothering him, asking how to make his handwriting look so good.
Xiao Bao is so annoying, I don't want to talk to him.
I think Tiezhu is so stupid. If he just wrote properly, he could write well.
Why do you even need to ask this?
Now he wonders if teaching him to write would be a good thing.
The next morning, Xiao Bao saw Tie Zhu. Tie Zhu said happily, "Xiao Bao, I helped my dad pluck chicken feathers yesterday. Aren't I amazing?"
Xiao Bao: "......" Is this considered a good thing?
"Xiao Bao, what did you do? Tell me."
Xiao Bao paused for a moment and asked him, "Didn't you say you wanted to learn to write?"
Tie Zhu hummed and hawed for a while before finally saying, "Yes."
He had completely forgotten about it.
Xiao Bao actually remembered that; Xiao Bao has a really good memory.
"Let me teach you to write."
Xiao Bao said.
Tie Zhu blankly agreed.
Xiao Bao is the kind of person who acts on his ideas immediately. Last night, he had already figured out how to teach Tie Zhu to write.
He first asked Tiezhu to write it down for him, only to find that Tiezhu couldn't even hold the pen steadily, his posture was wrong, he couldn't sit up straight, and the characters he wrote were crooked and messy, simply unbearable to look at.
Xiao Bao said seriously, "That's not right. You need to sit up straight, or you'll develop a hunchback. You should maintain a distance of one foot, one fist, and one inch. Then, when you write, you should practice each stroke slowly. The more you practice, the better your handwriting will become."
Tie Zhu was confused. "Xiao Bao, I don't understand."
Xiao Bao felt a headache coming on, but remembering how gentle his mother was when she taught him, he took a breath, lowered his head, and grasped Tie Zhu's hand, imitating his mother's actions as she taught him to find the feeling.
Tie Zhu was stunned by his patience, as Xiao Bao was usually extremely impatient with him.
Little Bao is so gentle today. He's so cute with his round face.
His face turned red. Xiao Bao is so good. He wants to be his best friend for life.
Xiao Bao suddenly became willing to teach writing, and everyone gathered around, chattering and urging him to teach them.
The girl leading the group had her hair in pigtails, and her eyes were bright as she looked at Xiaobao.
"Xiao Bao, we want to learn to write with you too."
Xiao Bao glanced at the group, frowned, and refused, "I won't teach you."
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