I have worked for more than ten years, and I have tasted the ups and downs. When my efforts have paid off, and when my efforts have won the respect and love of my classmates, I feel more and more inseparable from this profession. Every time I see a child, I often realize the importance of my responsibility. The ancients said: "A year's plan is nothing like a tree valley; The ten-year plan is nothing more than a tree; A lifelong plan is nothing more than a tree. "Sowing with language, cultivating with thoughts, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts is an ordinary and great job for a teacher.

Among so many students, I was particularly impressed by one of them. Once in class, I saw him playing mobile games. I was so angry that I called him outside the classroom and severely criticized him. However, this method is useless. The student is somewhat dissatisfied and still reads novels, listens to music and plays games in class. At ordinary times, he also seems a little unsociable, and he is not very close to other students. One day, he skipped class. I found some classmates and got to know him from the side. I understand that this student's parents are divorced, and he has been living in a neglected family environment.

I know that at this time, love is a good medicine to solve all his puzzles.

Later, when talking to him, I tried to adjust my tone and way of speaking, and tried to talk to him as a friend and walk into his world. Slowly, he opened his heart and told me about his life, his family, his melancholy ... One day, he choked up when he spoke.

I made a cup of tea and handed it to him, saying, "For some people, the experience of suffering will only make their hearts stronger. I hope you become such a person! "

His mood gradually calmed down. "This tea smells delicious." He said.

"If you like to drink, take some to soak." I stuffed him with the rest of the tea.

Slowly, the student became more active. He often reads a programming book in his hand. "In the future, I want to work in this area." He looked at me and said confidently. Hearing this, I was relieved that he was all right.

Three years later, I received a letter from this student, which said, "Teacher, I have been away from you for almost three years, but I have never forgotten your teaching and influence on me. Now, I am studying in Singapore, and the tuition is provided by the company ... I am doing very well. " Perhaps, this is just an ordinary letter, but for me, it is an inspiration and encouragement, from which I see my influence on students. As the famous American educator Bruner said, "Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also models." This ordinary letter made me feel the joy of harvest. The seeds planted intentionally or unintentionally have been growing slowly. One day, it will become a towering tree, and it is so gratifying to think of my efforts for it.

The skill of education lies in loving every student. Love is not only care, worry and nourishment, but also respect and care for every life. The miracle of education is often created by love and tolerance, and the wisdom of education is also produced in love and tolerance. Education needs sunshine full of love.

(Liu is responsible for editing and proofreading)