I saw a small child standing in front of me on the subway escalator, wearing a huge blue backpack. The three-finger-wide shoulder straps were digging into part of his trapezius muscles, the backpack reached near his butt, almost vertically the same height as half of him, and horizontally it completely covered him.

The child seems a bit tired, just like the office workers around who have just gotten off work. At such an age, it's hard to understand what there's to learn, reading Li Bai and Du Fu's poems at an age that is unlikely to comprehend them; additionally, studying some chaotic exam questions, wasting more than half of the time before adulthood.

In high school, you are prohibited from dating, playing games, and participating in sports. Then after graduation, you can't find a job, and they urge you to go exercise, find a woman, and get some kind of job.

I don't know what the significance of this kind of education is.