After 80s, most of them were beaten when they were children, and childhood without being beaten by their parents is incomplete. The older generation advocated "filial son under the stick"!

When I recall my childhood in the countryside, more than half of the scenes were chased by my father, and I have a deep memory.

Scene 1:

Once I stole money from my family, bought toys, was hanged and beaten! Really hung up. There is a ceiling fan in the rural house, tied to it with a rope, tied to one of my hands and feet below, and pumped with rattan!

Scenario 2:

When I was a child, I liked to be a bomb maker. Once, my cousin and I found a very thin wire. They tried to clamp it in a vise, but it didn't move. Later, I felt that one person held it with pliers and the other person hit it with a hammer, which was effective. When it was almost finished, something sad happened: the pliers broke and split in half, and we were all dumbfounded. What a coincidence! Unfortunately, dad came back from work. As soon as I saw it, I immediately came to my senses, crossed my legs and ran out without stopping. I was about to run to the corner when something flew behind my head and my pliers broke in half. Fortunately, I ran fast, turned into a turning alley and the pliers hit someone else's wall. This scene scared the aunt next door! Just in case. ......

Scenario 3:

I never went to the county seat when I was a child. Once my father went to the county to sell sweet potatoes. I begged for a long time before my father took me to the county seat. When I got home, someone asked my dad how much is a catty of sweet potatoes. I used my quick wits and said a price. At this time, a slap in the face sounded: Don't talk nonsense if you don't know! I have always been stupid. What did I do wrong? It was not until I grew up and became sensible that I realized that I had suffered a lot in order to get a good price!

Once I forgot what I did wrong and climbed a tree to hide. I didn't know the passage of time, so I fell asleep in the tree and fell down. Fortunately, there used to be straw under trees in the countryside. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable!

Another time, during the summer vacation, I took a sip and went to the well to fetch water with a kettle. There used to be two large wells in the countryside, one for drinking water and the other for storing washing supplies. There are some friends bathing in the well with water, and the surroundings are wet. When I was walking back with water, I accidentally dropped my kettle. When I got up, I saw that the kettle was empty and the inner container was broken, all broken glass! I was afraid at that time, afraid of being beaten in the back. Go 1 more hours, go to grandma's house to take refuge!

The above scenes, even before junior high school, are red in my eyes now.

These scenes are now memories. Now he's a father himself. I can beat my son myself, but the scene turns into a child doing homework. Now my son is over 7 years old, and his homework is too inky. I urged him to move, with a pen in one hand and something else in the other. What I taught, but my brain, immediately forgot, and then it won't. I guess I haven't learned to think yet, but I still remember to play. It's no use saying that it's useless to beat and scold. You can only control your temper and persuade patiently! As long as you stick to some good habits, you won't force him to do anything excessive. I won't be as hard-hearted as my parents. The mentality has changed, the children are safe, healthy and healthy, and it is a blessing to take the right path!