? What is your educational life like? Is it holding a pen in one hand and chin in the other, looking at the problem in front of you and thinking hard with a frown? Have you ever stretched yourself under the night light, thumped your back, picked up a glass and drank two mouthfuls of water, and then buried yourself in correcting piles of homework? Is it a gentle breeze and drizzle or a ferocious face? Is it calm or chicken feathers? Are you in high spirits every morning or tired at night? This may be the normal state of our education, but today I can tell you firmly that our life is not just a struggle, but also poetry and distance. Please enjoy our teacher's poetic education with me.
? Spring, summer, autumn and winter have been the favorite of poets for thousands of years. "I want apricot flowers to get wet and my face is not cold." "Rain shuts the door on pear blossoms, forgetting youth and missing youth." Spring breeze is a sharp weapon to drive away the cold, spring rain is a wonderful hand to green the earth, and spring is the growth of life and the playground of flowers. Spring is changeable and short-lived, but in the eyes of teacher Qin Siming of Wulian Experimental Primary School, spring is 10,000 kinds of warmth.
warmth
There is warmth
The mountains are calling him? Birds and insects call him.
Rivers called him? He is singing in the sky.
In the dazzling temperature? Go straight to the vast land
That's the temperature of the sun.
There is a kind of warmth,
Bright night sky? Mottled blue sky
Through the forest of time and space? At an unexpected speed,
Straight to the atrium
That's the warmth of the stars and the moon.
There is warmth
Draw a huge picture with a giant.
Splash ink with love.
Create the world with strength? Sing a hymn with wisdom
Two bombs and one star like a dragonfly?
Shenzhou spaceship polishes science and technology starry sky
Hongqi Piaopiao Cai Juan Huaxia
It was the warmth of the party.
There is warmth
As high as a mountain? As wide as the sea.
Life has diluted their flesh and blood.
They always wipe away our tears with their own pain.
Years have bent their backs, and they always let us sit on our shoulders.
Looking at the distant scenery, they used to run hand in hand.
Crossing the mountains and rivers of life, I fell down again and again and picked it up again and again.
That is the warmth of parents.
Is it warm?
Cultivate miracles with love and water the soul with thoughts? They made the stars into necklaces. They hang spring on their chests? They write down their expectations and dye them green? Let's watch the clouds roll, let's listen to the mountains and rivers, and let's spread our arms and wings in the blue sky.
Let's ride the wind and waves sometimes
That is the teacher's warmth.
There is warmth
Hold it through time and space? Put it down, it will be unforgettable.
Boil our minds and surprise our time.
Pick a perfume? Our trip was wonderful.
Ode and Song —— Four Forms of Poetry
In my heart, I write freely in Tibetan.
There is a strong ink fragrance in the charming place.
That is the warmth of books.
Warmth is a landscape? Warmth is a kind of beauty.
Warmth is a kind of compassion? Warmth is a beam of sunshine.
How many hearts have been opened by warmth?
? How much life power does warmth give?
Embrace warmth? We join hands with towards the distant.
? "Crystal curtains fluttered in the breeze, and the roses were fragrant." "Wind-driven rainstorm sprinkled the high city, and the clouds were lighter than thunder." Although summer is fragrant and cool, it is more about scorching sun, lightning, showers, and mania in people's hearts. Therefore, it is more suitable for us to walk into the mountains in the hot summer and seek that silence.
Deep and quiet
Away from the world, the air is dissolute from the mountain.
Just to reassure you.
The wind on the tall and straight hills climbed happily with the photos.
Just to grow taller.
The fragrance in the yard is everywhere.
I just want to live.
People's footprints go too far and too deep.
Can't lock too many fetters.
In my dream, I have been to that place, my body is empty, and my light shines in my dream.
I have been to that place.
Looking forward to the cave, I took a closer look and took a photo.
But it's hard to leave.
Shadows are illusory, climbing mountains and talking.
Don't be greedy.
Floating on the water in Iraq is not important. I haven't seen through it yet.
Autumn: The sky is clear, refreshing and fruitful, but in the poet's mind, it is Qiu Si. "A sound of autumn leaves, a little banana, a little sorrow, dreamed for three nights." Thousands of people worry about dreams for thousands of years.
The sunset on the horizon is beautiful.
The glow of the seaside is gentle and charming.
The fishermen at the foot of the mountain are brightly lit.
I don't know whether the lamp illuminates the sea.
Or is the sea brightly lit?
I sat alone in the boat.
Drift with the tide
? Gone with the Wind
? Drift from the south to the north
? Call your name on someone's boat.
? Dream of trestle bridge
? Tears flow into the sea
? Heartbroken all over the floor
? But I forgot the way I came.
Look up at the sunset glow
? Continue to pursue your dreams
? Snow is the spirit of winter. "The wind blows snow like a flower", "Blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" and "It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside?" ... come and have a glass of winter dew with Mr. Mouleishan.
People look forward to snow, and dragons blow north and south;
Lu people look at the winter scenery, which is ethereal.
In the winter months, the weather is crisp, the epidemic situation is frequent, and tears are about to come out;
There is no heavy snow on the moon of Qi, which makes CoCo Lee sigh.
Even at the beginning of dusk, the curtains are open, and all night;
Ruiqi is surrounded by auspicious places, surrounded by mountains and rivers.
There are roads in the wide and narrow roads, and the impressions are hard to count.
Warm shoes and down jackets;
Looking at the vast territory from a distance, you can enjoy the scenery behind you.
The winding branches are like veins, and the silver eyebrows and white beards just sit.
It is also strange to stand at the top of the forest when the insects are sleeping peacefully;
Wings flapping, branches flapping and dancing.
The cold wind shakes and the powder jade floats;
The rain all over the sky is so hazy.
The silver is far away, the warm sun shines obliquely and silently.
Snow is a flower, but dry is a fairy.
The essence of heaven came down one after another.
Kun, Zhang Huaixi, raised his arm, and the people on the land were very happy.
Everything in the world is like this, and the world of yin and yang is too late.
When will this snow come back?
And look at the veils in the mountains, and you can write poems slowly.
We should integrate the spiritual platform with the outside world.
There is always a hole in the world.
? There are "Two Trees" written by Zhang Yanhong, a teacher in Tai 'an High School Attached to Tai 'an, and "Songs of the Four Seasons" written by Wuhai ... The teachers' affectionate recitation brought us into the ocean of poetry, which made us sigh at the teacher's talent and made us reluctant to wake up from the ocean of poetry.
? "Look at the picture and talk"-the beginning of the type in the deep memory and the beginning of the first frown in learning, but today's "Look at the picture and talk" is a five-minute proposition poem. What kind of expression will you have? Look at the smiling faces of poetry lovers in these teachers, which shows the charm of poetic education life. The five-minute proposition of reading pictures and writing poems made the group of "Ming Xia Alliance Qingdao March Love" suddenly explode, and poems were introduced into the group one after another. Now, let's choose a few songs to enjoy:
magnificent
? Geng yumiao
The clouds are in the blue sky.
The grass is in the embrace of the earth.
The breeze and the bright moon are in my arms.
You and hope are in my arms.
Lu blooms on the shore of the years.
Aromatic. Spend four seasons with you.
you and I
No words are needed.
The sunset has been polished.
Every steaming day sparkles.
In the direction away from the sea.
Where are you from?
Where are you going?
What does it matter?
Just holding hands.
Walking on a long beach
go ahead
Nothing matters.
With you; have you
Is happiness.
? meet with
? Qin Siming
spring breeze
Shake the fragrance
bud
Li Ao Zhi Zhi
I don't belong to you.
I wish song for you.
Heart, stirring in this quaint hut.
Dream cloud
Obsessed with heaven and earth,
Green mountain range
Unwilling to leave
Meet again and again
Green lights red.
? With a dream-chasing heart, I met Mingxia Studio in beautiful Qingdao. After a day and a half of study, I learned about the vitality of Mingxia people and appreciated their talents. The atmosphere of the preheating activity held in the restaurant that night made you dumbfounded. Teachers are not afraid of hardships thousands of miles away, and still wait until 8: 40 to start family reunion. At this gathering, the teachers either sang passionately or splashed ink and wrote, "You can't understand God until you read thousands of books." Everyone's laughter made the chill brought by the spring rain quietly fade away. As teacher Xin Wei said, "When a group of people are warm, the world is warm". Mingxia people are like Mingxia people's own songs: your name has its own light. Everyone has his own light, and these lights illuminate you, me and him together.
? Acquaintance has broadened my horizons, knowing that it blows twice a year in Wuhai, Inner Mongolia, once from spring to autumn and once from autumn to spring. However, the enthusiasm of the teachers there has not been blown away by the wind, and I admire their spirit of learning thousands of miles away. Teacher Zhang Wenzhi's report "The Core of Family Education is Life Education", what is the origin of education? It is life education, and the core of life education is family education. In today's society, it seems that "score" is the first, and everything is more important than score. But teacher Zhang realized the importance of life education, which really shocked me. Only by correctly understanding one's country name, destiny and local destiny can one correctly understand oneself. Just as Mr. Zhang correctly views his short stature, he has not fallen into the abyss of inferiority. Only when our parents and teachers pay enough companionship can children grow up healthily, and there will be no various educational problems caused by the reality of "grandparents bringing up".
? Acquaintance once again made me realize my ignorance. Only reading can enrich myself and let me write beautiful poems in five minutes. Only reading can make my educational life full of poetry rather than boring. Recently, I made an agreement with my daughter to write a poem every day, but it was always intermittent. Maybe it's all kinds of conflicts, maybe I can't see the effect of reading poetry, and there is no reason to insist gradually. But Zhang Wenzhi's "education is a slow art" gave me a new understanding, and reading is also a slow process. The book you read today, you won't see the result tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and it will be different after one year or two. Read a book with your child every night and enjoy family happiness; When you are happy or disappointed, find a corner, hold a book, let your heart calm down slowly, give your heart a time to return to zero, and let yourself start to be light. Tomorrow's trip to Qingdao has made me clear the future direction of education. It seems that my educational life is full of fragrance and poetry.
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? Maybe we lament that we are too old to study and study any more, but Su Shi told us, "Who says that life is not short, and running water in front of the door can still travel to the west?" As long as we keep a learning heart and stick to the habit of reading, I believe we will be a brand-new ourselves every day. Only by standing higher can you appreciate your more beautiful figure.