我想分享一些感受或某种心得体会,这些都源于我在传统三班所渡过的这些时光。对我来说,真不知道用什么样的语言去表达我的内心,也许这一切都太新鲜。我只是想要试试。
功夫的学习,给与了我们强健的体魄,这是毋庸置疑的。看着人来人往,只是去谈论功夫花的精力越多能练功夫花的时间和精力就越少。所以,我会保存我精力以功夫为最要紧的事。
我要感谢我的同学他们所教给我的一切。五年前,朋友我觉得就是有一个人能够陪着你一起玩,玩的很开心,会很有趣。随着时间的蔓延,我们一起奋斗、拼搏的时光,那些简单的友情转换为兄弟姐妹情,我无法想象友情、兄弟姐妹情会如此的深厚。现在想起来是会汗颜的,记得第一次有我的同学惹恼了我,让我很生气。我不喜欢他们扰乱到我的思绪、心情和生活。我不想接受他们。
但现在我已经学会了,即使在当初你再怎么不喜欢一个人,但当你了解了他们,接受了他们,你会慢慢爱上他们。爱与被爱的唯一方法是卸下心里的堡垒,敞开心扉。忠诚和信任,接受他们进入你的生活。现在,我知道,你也可以接受那些曾经激怒过你的人,把他当做家人,不要在最初就评判、定位一个人。如果我有耐心,我会成为像他们一样的人,类似的人,可以接纳的人。
当我回家了,我也会牢记这些经验教训、生活哲理。我希望朋友们他们能够把我当成家人,家人会把我当做更优秀的儿子,侄子,堂兄;丈夫,在某一天成为一名合格的父亲。
我要感谢师父教会我的一切,他时刻激励着我。从我第一次看到他的功夫,我跟随着他,希望有一天我可以学得有点像他。从他的言谈中,我记着他的思想、态度。他指导我的训练数月或数年后。即使他什么都不说,我想看看他那赞许的眼神和点头,对我来说是一种肯定,是动力,促使我前行的步伐更加坚定。
他教给我的其他课程。有时我不明白,但我按照师父的指点,我已经学会了更好地入睡,享受晨跑,和汗水的价值。跟着他我也学会了耐心和为人处世的灵活多变,尊严和谦卑。
现在,当我和同学准备离开武馆,最有用的东西是师父教会我们什么是责任、什么是担当。无论多么伟大的老师,学生的进步更多的是靠学生自己的努力来获得。老师更多的是用正确的方法来指引学生前行,也许在学海之涯、漫漫求学之路上,老师或者学生都会遇到波折,这时候我们更多的是要多总结成功和失败的原因。但是也有学生,觉得失败了,就一蹶不振,这是内部的自我防卫,不想再受到外部的刺激和伤害。我们不能掌控生活和处境,但是我们必须把握好我们自己。
传统三班的毕业,我感到伤心至极。我无法一一列举出他们的姓名,多年以后我会思念谁、记挂着谁。我思念的人会是师父、师父的家人、在武馆曾经给我帮助的人、其他的学生和教练。他们中很多都是我学习的榜样、效仿的典范。我要对你们所有的人说“谢谢”。真的很希望下次还会有机会再见到你们。最后请再次接受我最诚挚的敬意和谢意。谢谢大家!
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I want to share some feelings or some kind of wisdom that have come from my time with the traditional class. It's a little easier said than done: maybe it's all just too fresh. But here goes.
The physical lessons I've learned aren't really anything it would do anyone any good to hear in words. Watching people come and go, it seems that the more energy one spends talking about kungfu, the less is left for actual practice. So I'll save my energy and yours for what matters.
I want to thank my classmates for all they have taught me. Five years ago, a friend was just someone played with when it was fun. Before time and shared struggle made my classmates into my brothers and sisters, I did not know how strong friendship could be. It is embarrassing, but when I first met my classmates some of them annoyed me and made me angry. I did not like what they made me feel about myself. I did not want to accept them.
But now I have learned that even if you do not like someone at first, you can love them when you get to know them and accept them. The only way to love people and be loved is by taking down boundaries, giving loyalty and trust, and accepting people into your life. Now that I know that you can become family with someone who used to make you angry, I hope that I do not judge people as quickly. I know I will grow to like them if I am patient.
These are lessons that I will take with me back to my friends and loved ones at home, and I hope they will make me a better friend, son, nephew, cousin; husband, and one day a better father.
I want to thank Shifu for everything he has taught me. He always inspires me. From the first time I saw his kungfu, I have followed him hoping that I might learn to be a little like him. When he talks I remember his ideas and they guide my training for months or years after. Even when he says nothing, I want to to see his nod of approval, and that helps me push myself harder.
He has taught me other lessons. Sometime I do not understand, but I follow Shifu's instructions and I have learned to sleep better, to enjoy early morning runs, and the value of sweat. Following him has taught me patience and flexibility, dignity and humility.
Right now, when my classmates and I are getting ready to leave the academy alone, the most useful thing Shifu has taught us is ultimate self-accountability. No matter how great the teacher, the student is responsible for his own progress. Whether the master places nurturing guidance or daunting tests in his student's path, it is the student who must learn correct lessons, and who experience the consequences of the lessons he learns. It is internal self-defense. We can not always master our circumstances, but we must master ourselves.
I am grieving very much for the end of 3ban. I can not name everyone in Wudang who I will miss: Shifu's family, the people who help us live at the school, the other students and coaches who are role models for me, the many friends who have made our community better. But to all of you: thank you. Until next time we meet, thank you.
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I want to share some feelings or some kind of wisdom that have come from my time with the traditional class. It's a little easier said than done: maybe it's all just too fresh. But here goes.
The physical lessons I've learned aren't really anything it would do anyone any good to hear in words. Watching people come and go, it seems that the more energy one spends talking about kungfu, the less is left for actual practice. So I'll save my energy and yours for what matters.
I'd very much like to acknowledge what I've learned from my classmates. Five years ago, a friend was someone I spent time with as far as it was pleasant, and no farther. Before time and shared struggle made them into my brothers and sisters, I would never have dreamed I could feel the depth of affection I feel for these guys now. I am embarrassed now to recall, but there was a time when some of the qualities I most prize in the characters of my classmates grated against my nerves, when the mirror they held up to my own weaknesses pissed me off such that I wanted to shut them out, to throw up distance and boundaries as the only way of keeping peace among us.
The knowledge that you can come to love someone so much after such a bad start as I made has taught me something. Deserved or not, taking down boundaries, giving your loyalty and trust to someone, accepting them as a part of your life, is the only key that opens the way to love. And the knowledge that patience and understanding can make treasured friendships out of the bitterest beginnings makes me a little less quick to judge than I was before.
These are lessons that I will take with me back to my long-neglected friends and loved ones at home, and I hope they will make me a better friend, son, nephew, and cousin; soon a better husband, and one day a better father, than I would have been otherwise.
I want to acknowledge all that Shifu has taught me. He always inspires me. From the first time I saw his kungfu, I have followed him praying that I might achieve some fraction of his grace. His spontaneous talks stay with me and guide my training for months or years after. Even when he says nothing, the desire to see his nod of approval drives me to push myself harder than I ever have in my life.
He has taught me other lessons. Though I have not understood them at first, following Shifu's directives taught me to sleep better, to enjoy early morning runs, and the value of sweat. Following him has taught me patience and flexibility, dignity and humility.
The lesson learned from Shifu that stands out the most at this moment, as my classmates and I prepare to take the next step alone, is ultimate self-accountability. No matter how great the teacher, the student is first and last responsible for his or her own progress. Whether the master places nurturing guidance or daunting tests in his student's path, it is the student who must learn the right lessons, and who has to live with the lessons learned. It is internal self-defense. We can not always master our circumstances, but we have no choice but to master ourselves.
If I am honest, I am, right now, grieving deeply for the end of 3ban. I can not name everyone who has touched my life in Wudang: Shifu's family, the people who make life here at the school possible, the other students and coaches who have been models and role models for me, the many friends who have enriched the community of the school while they stayed with us. But to all of you: thank you. Until next time we meet, thank you.