Friday, June 20 16 17, which is a memorable day. On this day, two emails came quietly in my personal QQ mailbox. At 2: 04, the editor of China Teachers' Daily Growth Weekly sent an email, replying to my article "Painting the Sun" for submission: I intend to use it. At 4: 57 pm, Li Jie, editor of Jiangxi Education Growth Column, replied to me: Your article "Planting the seeds of expectation on the classroom land" has been approved and will be published in 8 issues. On the same day, I received two notices that I would be hired. This is my dream and extremely difficult newspaper and magazine. The news was so exciting that I couldn't help sending screenshots to my circle of friends twice to share the good news. I have liked it countless times and commented a lot. One of my colleagues left a message: luck comes from your efforts. This sentence, more or less hit my heart. After writing for so many years, how many sleepless nights have been spent and how many brain cells have died, in exchange for the publication of articles and the payment of manuscripts again and again.
In 2003, I tasted loneliness and endured emptiness and boredom in the countryside, so I thought of picking up a pen, smearing my feelings on paper and telling the past. There were no computers at that time. I just used a table with a piece of white paper on it, writing one by one. Although the pen is immature, I wrote that "teenagers don't know the taste of worry, but they are worried about adding new words", but I still can't help printing it out on the school computer and reading it to students. Just like a hen laying eggs, it crows everywhere for fear that the world will not know. Slowly, I accumulated dozens of papers, and I also consumed the papers in the school, printed them and bound them, just like nailing three books and hanging them on the wall of the classroom for students to enjoy. Those days, I was a little complacent, and I couldn't help standing in front of the bound books, staring for a long time and daydreaming comfortably.
In 2004, I was not satisfied with tinkering and didn't want to be a frog on campus. I try to make some contribution to the outside world. The number of computers in school is not enough to support my dream. To this end, I also specially brought back a computer worth 4000 yuan from Hangzhou. You know, the salary at that time was only a few hundred yuan, and my investment was huge, but my harvest was very weak. Because all my articles were thrown out, none of them got a reply from the editor. My heart sank to the bottom. How did this happen? I have an IQ problem, but I still don't work hard enough. Give yourself a step so that you can sit down calmly. I have the right to believe the latter. In order to change the status quo, I gave myself a dead order: one article a day, one of which is not less than 1000 words. In this way, I endured countless times of talent exhaustion, my pen was pale and weak, and I still stubbornly sat in front of the computer and typed one word after another. It's just that luck is still like a cloud on the horizon. He has written nearly 200 articles, and the Chinese manuscript is zero.
Maybe at the beginning, I shouldn't have picked big, red and sweet peaches on high places. I should lower myself, jump up and pick a short one. It may not be delicious enough, but it is enough to solve the problem of food and clothing. My colleague reminded me that I might as well contribute to the station. I patted my thigh, put my arm around his shoulder and shouted "Great". From then on, I changed my position, from the fairy bird station to the original power, under the banyan tree, to Jiangshan, constantly changing my family and seeking greater power. The website has no manuscript fee, low requirements and a large number of employees. My articles were published one by one, and many words that were moldy in the computer were also published. Slowly, there are also recommendations from editors, associations, fine products and peerless fine products. At that time, my confidence rose from the soles of my feet to my waist like a puff of gas.
In May 2005, suddenly one day, I entered my name in Baidu box, and unexpectedly found that this issue of children's literature actually hired my article "My head teacher's old list". For a time, my heart was like a strong wind, huge waves and turbulent sea water, which could not be calm for a long time. Because the editor didn't inform me or send me a sample magazine, I went online for help, and finally got the help of two netizens and bought a book on children's literature and mailed it to me. 10 days later, I got a sample magazine with ink smell. This is great, beautiful and exciting. It was early summer, with thick green and mottled sunshine. I sat in a chair, stroking the book over and over again, turning it over and over again, but I couldn't bear to put it down.
Since then, the article is like water dripping from the eaves, with a drop from time to time. Send articles irregularly, send sample magazines irregularly, and enjoy the manuscript fee irregularly. This is a good thing. From 2005 to 2065438+July, he published nearly 200 articles in China Teachers' Daily, Shaanxi Teachers' Daily, Anhui Education, Family Education Guide, Shanghai Education, Good Parents, Shangrao Daily, Shangrao Evening News, Shangrao Teaching and Research Institute, Xingjiang and Original Power. All the sample magazines are bundled and packed, and they also weigh more than ten kilograms.
On the way forward, I also thought about giving up. I really don't know what these years of continuous writing have brought me: no money, no fame, no promotion ... on the contrary, I am as thin as a monkey and fragile. Many sleepless nights, I also said to myself: "Forget it, enjoy life, stop climbing the grid and fatten yourself up." My good friend solemnly said to me, "Writing is your specialty. Do not give up. Be prepared and there will be a bright future. " Looking back, yes, self-defense has its specialty, even if there is no end to it, there is still a way to go. Therefore, I persisted day by day, writing and writing for fifteen years. Fifteen years, more than 5,000 days and nights, whether long or short, have passed.
On the way forward, I thank many people. Thank your parents for their love but be silent; Thanks to my wife, it is her endless efforts behind me that make me feel at ease in writing; Thanks to my colleagues, their praise gave me motivation; Thanks to my friends, step by step support, prop up my writing building; Thank you for listening to my work; Thanks to the class, I have taught myself a lot while teaching students. Thanks to heaven and earth, their selfless hearts accommodate me ... thank you!
Perhaps, in the future, I will continue to walk, and I will continue to be in the mood. Dear friends, please try to tolerate me sending the official WeChat account over and over again, and forwarding it to the circle of friends, so that smelly words can stain your visual nerve; Maybe, in the future, I will stick to my efforts and moan without illness. Please tolerate a narcissistic silly little man. Perhaps, in the future, I will be silent for a period of time, please don't forget to encourage me, precipitation is for better thin hair.
Why are you old?
Unconsciously, the pen of the annual ring has been scratched 33 times, and it has reached what people call the year of "standing". Walking in the street, a beautiful girl smiled and said, "Uncle, how can I get to the road?" At this moment, I feel like I'm getting old.
Judging from the appearance, there are indeed signs of aging. There are wrinkles in the skin, and the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes are clear, especially when you close your eyes, just like a deep valley flowing through a thousand-year river. Every time I go to have my hair shaved, the barber will say, "You have a bad hair loss." Man Han people don't know if they are hungry. Maybe they are not familiar with the allusion "which pot can't be boiled" and have to touch my wound. I don't care if the prime minister can punt in his stomach. I can only sigh helplessly: "Alas." It is estimated that in four or five years, you will see a pencil necked in a straw hat on the street. Don't be surprised, it's just to cover up my shame. I remember that I never felt tired climbing mountains before, but now I can't, my bones are loose, and I often have backache and leg cramps. During the National Day Golden Week, I cut rice at home for a few days, and the whole person could hardly move. Even if I sit down, every inch of my skin feels sour. I'm really a one-year-old man, and old people can't help me!
Look inside, forgetfulness is great, and there is a precursor of Alzheimer's disease. A few weeks ago, I bought a story party at the gate of Wuyuan Middle School for four yuan. This is my hobby to kill time. Back home, sitting on the sofa, watching for a few minutes, my wife's adult crying. As soon as my adult gives the order, I will leave at once and leave the book behind. When I was busy, I was idle again, and then I went to look for a book, and I don't know where it is. Tossing and turning, I found the back of the house from the front of the hall and the second floor from the ground floor, but I still couldn't find it. Knocking my finger on my head, trying to find some clues, but I don't remember at all. Two days later, I found it on the small table, read a few more articles, and the result was gone. There are more than sixty children in the class, all of whom are so cute. After a month, they sat in their seats and many names could be called out. As soon as you leave the school gate, say "hello, teacher" from a distance. I took one look and smiled. My face is so familiar, my voice is so kind, but my name is so strange. As the owner of my own house, I have to do many things by myself. I thought about buying this and that before going to the supermarket. After walking for a few minutes, I couldn't remember what to buy at all, so I had to run for the second time, and sometimes I was scolded by my wife. I've been fooled a few times, and my memory is long. I used my notes on the paper before I left, but I forgot to take them. It's really at the end of its tether.
When you have culture in your life, when you are old, you have a lot of troubles. When I was a child, I was carefree and happy all day, and I was a happy child everywhere. The sky is falling with a big shot, and there are things that teachers are afraid of in school. After marriage, it's not easy to take the children to fetch water, take the wife to support the elderly and carry the burden of the whole family on your shoulders. What's more, rising prices, hard-to-get housing prices, incomparable human prices and prices are all like the top of Mount Tai, which makes people breathless. Colleagues, neighbors, and even younger generations have all bought houses, and they still live in a shabby house. How can this work? Brothers, sisters, even classmates bought cars and measured their lives with one pair of feet. How can this work? Uncle and aunt, even widowed people are making up for it, and they are still receiving their parents' meals. What line of work is this? This won't work, that won't work, we can only agree with money. But where does the money come from, so there is more trouble. Life is worrying, work is not smooth, and family is also causing quarrels. There is more than one such trouble. I have a headache.
Old, how old?
What have I been busy with these years?
Many people say that I am diligent, know how to work hard, pursue, and don't waste time. Only I know that I am busy most of the time every day, and I don't even know what I am busy with.
Over the years, I have indeed written a lot of things, and there are nearly two thousand works stored in the computer. I discarded most of them in a folder called "Indifferent Work". The so-called messy work is a bad work and an unwanted work. There are only two or three hundred other folders in total, which is surprisingly small and the proportion is not coordinated enough. These have a lot to do with my writing habits. Every day when I write, I turn on the computer. I always look around, browse new websites and enjoy beautiful scenery. It was already half an hour when I started. Even on the way to writing, there are countless episodes, or going to the bathroom or eating snacks. You can never concentrate anyway. After writing it, throw it in the computer and don't want to modify it. Although I know the importance of reviewing, I don't even have the courage to read it once. Therefore, I have written many works in recent years, and published very few, with less than 200 articles.
Writing, I also lack a long-term goal. All my articles are short stories, but there are only 10,000 words for the elders, thousands of words for short stories, and no works with more than 20,000 words. I didn't write a long speech, but I wandered around thousands of words every day, feeling smug and impressed, which was extremely unfavorable to my writing.
When I was studying, I was partial to history. I read the books I am interested in with relish, bought one book after another, and sat in Xinhua Bookstore, or I could stay for an afternoon. I don't like reading educational books related to work. Even if you open it, you can't stop falling asleep again and again, you can only throw it away. The teachers in the office said that I had chosen the wrong direction. I shouldn't work hard for prose and novels, but should write more papers, which is of great significance to my teaching and professional title. It's true to think about it, but reality always does the opposite. A colleague, although writing less than me, only has a clear goal, only writes papers and delves into educational books, and is also famous.
Sometimes, I always complain that I have no time to write. I go to work every day and take care of my daughter at night. People can't work 24 hours a day. From time to time, I look forward to a holiday, looking forward to a rest, and I can show my skills. As a result, when I really had a holiday, I was thinking about mahjong and poker, but my mind was empty. I don't even want to lift the book, let alone turn on the computer.
I have been exercising for more than ten years. Every morning, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, no matter whether it is cold or hot, it doesn't stop me from moving forward. It's just that for so many years, I've been wandering on the Sanli Line for more than twenty minutes. Every time I run three kilometers, there is always a voice in my head: "Hold on a little longer, run a little longer." My feet stopped unconsciously and the pace went home. I am such an undisciplined person, always thinking about the good and going for the good.
Poor people carry on the family line, and parents have raised their children and made countless efforts. They are old, white-haired and ill. When crows feed back, every time I want to go home and spend more time with them, chat with them and help them with their work, but there are always some excuses to stop me from going home. Even if I go home, I will go back in a hurry, but I won't stay for a day or two. When I get to the county seat, I have enough time to play, surf and relax.
The world is so big, I want to see it, take the high-speed train, visit the Forbidden City, visit the Great Wall, and be a hero once. My bag is stretched and everything is zero.
I can't see where my success lies, because my wrinkles are as deep as the sea, and my life is almost beyond doubt. Perhaps, it is these years of busyness that have brought me rewards. I really eat my own fruit and don't complain.
The process of learning computer.
I was born in the countryside, and I feel very strange about this new thing-computer. Everyone has the instinct to pursue new trends, and I am no exception. I remember when I was in junior high school, a brother in the same village took a computer home during the summer vacation. At that time, I couldn't help but want to see it. The partners in the same village are psychologically similar. Everyone came to his house to watch his brother turn on and off the phone, open movies and play music, and they were envious.
During the Chinese New Year, Big Brother comes home from work. His salary is not high, but he is very kind to me. I said I wanted a computer, but he thought it over and bought me a bully learning machine. Connect the power supply, TV and study card, and you can learn typing. There is an outdated black-and-white TV at home, which is of good quality and has not broken down after several years of use. This will come in handy. With the learning machine, I can't wait to bite on it for 24 hours. If I don't have to eat or go to the toilet, I will. I learned five strokes of typing, first memorizing the roots, then practicing the keys, step by step, which is actually quite interesting. After playing for a few days, I will also insert a game card in the overlord machine, play a few games and fight Contra.
In technical secondary school, the school offers computer courses every Tuesday. This is our class's favorite course, and no other course is so popular, including physical education class. In this class, no one is late, no one leaves early and no one is absent. Before each class, everyone hurried to the toilet, squeezed into the door of the computer classroom and lined up. As soon as the teacher opened the door, everyone scrambled for the computer. In fact, the school configuration is not bad, everyone can get one, but everyone is still scrambling for fear of being late. In class, the teacher didn't teach much, just turned on the power and everyone was free to play. In order to prevent someone from going to the yellow website by mistake, the computer is not connected to the internet. We learn to type, program and entertain each other on the computer. Every computer has a data connection, so you can send messages to interfere. People sometimes joke, sometimes say sweet words, and sometimes complain, which are all very interesting.
After the teaching, the school has two computers, both of which are connected to the internet. They can find information and play games. This is the best resource. There are more than 20 teachers in the school, the number is small, but there are more monks and less meat, and the computer is often not empty. During this time, I fell in love with writing. If I have something to do, I like to knock on the computer. There is no doubt that it occupies most of the school time. I use the Internet to search for writing knowledge, surf the Internet and contribute to editors. Of course, I will also play games, fall in love with landlords and Jiangshan Mine. It also cost me a lot of life. Colleagues see that I often use the computer, and my face is hanging up. In order to avoid embarrassment, I asked my friend to spend more than 4,000 yuan on a computer. From then on, one person's computer, one person uses it, how to use it if you want, let alone how cool it is!
It is stipulated by the Personnel Bureau that teachers need computer certificates to evaluate their professional titles. I was a little nervous when I heard the news. At my level, can I pass? I didn't realize it was actually very simple until the last minute. I paid the money, stamped it, got the certificate, and even got rid of training.
After entering the city, the requirements are more stringent. The computer must be tested, you can't cheat in the city, you have to rely on real skills. Colleagues, like me, mostly have no certificates, so they meet to take the exam together. Before the exam, everyone went online and spent dozens of dollars to buy several sets of test questions to do repeatedly. I signed up for three courses: word, ppt and windows. After signing up, I began to practice hard. There are computers at school and computers at home. Practicing during the day, practicing at night, sitting in front of the computer, not talking about backache, can't sleep well. I didn't know until I checked on the Internet that the computer has a large radiation, so I shouldn't stay in front of the computer for too long. But what can I do? I can't let the registration fee go to waste. After practicing for a month, my level has been greatly improved. I have passed the exam, and I am much more comfortable with computers. I have also learned something I didn't know before.
My occupation is a teacher, and I don't have high requirements for computers, as long as I can master and use ordinary programs. This is doomed that I can't walk on the computer. How can there be motivation without pressure? The same is true of lifestyle.