What kind of coincidence do you need to know someone, take the same car, eat at the same table, have classes in the same room or even play games together?
The space distance from my hometown to Chaoyang Yishu is not far, no more than 200 kilometers, but the actual route is quite tortuous: first take a three-hour bus to Shanghai; Then transfer to Line 7 subway 16 to Dishui Lake; It takes more than 20 kilometers to get to the destination by taxi.
"I'm on the 16 line. Is there anyone traveling with me? " In the group, I was a little hesitant to see such news. That person is also surnamed Wang, and his name is one word short of that of the head teacher in my normal school. I replied, "We will arrive at the station right away." My partner and I waited on the platform and watched the direction of the car. This is the terminal of 16 line, and there are not many people. Soon Mr. Wang came out, of medium build and thin. Smiling and greeting, he said that he sent himself to attend, and we knew that he was probably the principal or something. Hala was embarrassed and speechless. Everyone sat quietly on the platform, waiting for an appointed companion, my teacher (a very special surname).
There are four people in the party, and President Wang is the only male. I said, "if there are no men in the company, then we women can be independent;" If there is a man, we will involuntarily feel dependent. " He is very familiar with the car on the "Drip Taxi" and calculates the fare on the grounds that "I am training at public expense".
In the ice-breaking activity in the evening, we introduced ourselves, and four people in the same car formed a group, which was euphemistically called "Wen Ya Gang of Four". Seeing the singing, dancing or birdsong-like hometown dialect in the previous groups, President Wang said, "I can't play like that, just introduce it directly." We discussed and explored the elements that can be used. It turns out that we are of the same age and our children are of the same age. I was recommended as a speaker by three people and made a brief introduction on the grounds that "speaking is better than singing". When I saw his daily diary and heard his "real library", I couldn't help feeling weak. How dare I speak for him? Let's not talk about it for the time being.
It was after nine o'clock on the first day. I went back to the dormitory to wash my face and lie flat, brushed the WeChat circle of friends, and suddenly saw a message he sent: "Pudong training (1) set out: looking for a runway to take off", which was full of two thousand words. He used two poems 20 years ago to introduce the original intention of taking part in this training during the busy holiday: "I am a lost child, looking for a runway to take off in my dream." He wrote down three reasons for participating in the training: to Mr. Mao Weidong, the convener, to Yishu, a remote Chaoyang, and to "meet a group of like-minded educational partners." I know that he will have a training diary in the future. Two, three, four ...
The second day's training was rich in content, and in the morning, President Qiu's real-life library; Depart at 1 pm and visit CSSC Mitsui Company. In the evening, I also listened to teacher Mao Weidong's introduction in Congjiang Education Survey. The lecture is very long, with a nap and a rest after dinner. It's past 9: 30 when Li Qing and I returned to the dormitory, and it's not even 10. President Wang's training diary for this day was indeed sent out-"Pudong Training (II) Story: Warming up Education". I wonder: just after dinner, he went to the canteen with us; Sit around with us in the evening and listen to Mr. Mao's experience in Congjiang. When did he write it? The diary of this day is richer than yesterday, with four chapters and about 2000 words. There are stories I heard during the day, and there are also stories about my usual work and feelings:
I read his words and imagined that he took the time to write. The man gradually became vivid and plump. I praised him for the first time.
On the third day, I began to pay attention to his class. I wonder when he wrote these contents. There are only more than forty people attending the training class, and the views are clear. He sat on the table next to us without bringing his computer into the classroom. It seems that sometimes I don't listen carefully, and I can still pull my cell phone or something. But every day, what he recorded, he felt that he had listened. The content of this day is very interesting. In the morning, Qing Yang gave a lecture on "Children's Center Game Therapy", and in the afternoon, Lin Xiyuan gave a lecture on "Children's Sex Education". In the evening activities, Teacher Mao said that we should choose freely and rest in the dormitory, so Li Qing and I skipped classes. Talking about the harvest of two days in the dormitory, I made a WeChat puzzle and briefly introduced the first day's trip and what I saw and heard in two days, so time slipped away. Soon, President Wang's diary was sent out. I found that he has a center every day, not casually writing. "There are people in the study tour in Pudong (3): the only way for us", all the lectures during the day are women, and the content conveyed is sympathy for children who need care. That's great!
On the fourth day, there were two lectures in the evening after the lectures given by the writer Ye Kai and the freelance teacher Shi Jinxia. One is the reality library of President Wang. I can't wait. I came to the restaurant early and took advantage of the favorable terrain, waiting for him to open the door. On the third floor, Sister Lu's "Words If Stars Have True Meaning", I forgot the fun of Chinese characters. President Wang told his story fluently: He was from Hebei, graduated from technical secondary school (like me, with the earliest education), took up the post of teacher at the age of 20, became the youngest regional teaching and research staff, became the longest vice principal, and then applied for the post of reserve principal of the primary school affiliated to Beijing Normal University. He was accepted into thousands of troops in an unusual way. Last year, on behalf of Beijing Normal University, he came to Changzhou to expand its territory and establish a new cooperative school. He also introduced his school-running philosophy and management methods. The case of "No one can be less" made me feel his respect for every life. On this day, he still posted his journal "The Transformation of Pudong Research Institute (Part IV): Occurring in Silent Accumulation" on time at 10: 30. Just now he said, where does the writing time come from? He will refine his ideas in class, write some at noon and after dinner, and then revise and polish them at the end of the day before publishing them.
After years of hard work, he not only accumulated rich experience in education and management, but also published ten books, including two novels. He smiled and said, "I can't walk 10 thousand steps today, so I will give the pedometer to Xiao Zhang and ask him to help me walk some." It turns out that after intense work, he is still the captain of the 10,000-step charity team every day. He was too busy to cheat today. Xiao Zhang and his roommate, a young man from Shandong, took out the pedometer in their pockets and said, "Being with President Wang is very stressful. He writes so many things every day, but I haven't written anything. Please help him. " After the training, Xiao Zhang immediately applied for the official WeChat account and vowed to plant flowers and grass in the "small yard". This is the influence of enterprising spirit.
Later, after listening to President Sun Yuanyuan's lecture, I wrote an article entitled "Looking at Pudong Research Institute (V): Being a Noble Person in Children's Life". Getting along with President Wang, as a bystander, not only admires his diligence and persistence, but also complains about this tension. If there is only diligence, life is too boring. However, on the last day, on the way home, I saw his sixth diary, Idle Time of Pudong Research Institute (VI): Let's go and find a happy life. He knows the truth of combining work and rest. However, in my eyes, those tense days are "if life is a diary, then writing a page in the book in five days is a kind of relaxation and happiness." We are probably people from two different worlds, and our outlook on life and values are completely different!
Our intersection ends here, but the modern network is developed, so we can still pay attention to the distance. My diary, he will boast "great", and I also read his poems and materials for teaching his mother to surf the Internet.
He calls himself an educational idealist. In my eyes, he is kind and peaceful, and he is a modern gentleman with warm breath. He is also my contemporaries.