The teacher asked me: Do you feel safe at work? There are some expectations in humor.

My friend asked me: Is the job safe? There is banter in care.

Colleagues asked me: Do you feel safe at work? There is a lot of helplessness in the inquiry.

I feel very at ease. I love education.

I love education, and this love was born in my happy childhood. In those years when "education needs revolution", it was the teacher who led me into the magical school from the mountain road where I played and copied the text for me stroke by stroke. From the beginning of "Flowers are Red, Heart is Redder, Laugh at the East Wind", every article has injected the teacher's hard work, and every sentence has placed high hopes on the teacher. When the teacher stood on the podium and taught me to read word by word, I looked up at the teacher's gentle smiling face and muttered: Teacher, is your heart redder and more beautiful than flowers? !

I love education, and this love was shaped in my youth. Ten years of cold window, under the wing of the teacher, I read a letter to Comrade Xu Teli and understood the true meaning of "where the Tao is, the teacher is there". When I also have the title of "teacher", I open my youthful mind, stretch out my youthful arms and embrace this gift wholeheartedly.

When the wave of market economy swept across the land of China and hit everyone's heart, I was still a teacher, content with teaching and willing to educate people. I love education, and this love rises in people's trust. Students who have been studying at night under kerosene lamps have sent college admission notices in all directions; Students who have been helped by my poor family have sent holiday wishes; My classmates who came back to school because of my night visit in the snow snuggled up under my knees to tell the teacher-student relationship; On the street, my parents' warm greetings and inner gratitude ... one after another recorded my love for education and released my persistent feelings for education.

I love education, and this love shines with the brilliance of human civilization. "Engineers of the human soul" and "the most glorious occupation under the sun" are the golden license plates embedded in our foreheads by history. It shines with the innocence of childlike innocence, the brilliance of teachers' professional ethics and the brilliance of the image of being a teacher.

Time flies, cold and summer are easy, and I suddenly look back. After 30 years of teaching, I am still obsessed with education, and this love is extended in my unremitting cultivation. Thousands of students were sent to the teaching forum to write Spring and Autumn Annals. Those innocent smiling faces, those vivid lives, those childish and ridiculous arguments, and those heartbreaking stories are deeply imprinted in my heart, lasting forever. And the greetings from "good teachers" are like a flowing spring, echoing in my ears and infiltrating in my heart.

I love education, which has been integrated into my life. Education is a science, and science needs to seek truth; Education is an art, and art is innovation. Educational reform is sublimated by science, and scientific innovation is possible by education. Looking back on life, the vicissitudes in the eyes, the wrinkles on the forehead and the white hair on the head are all history books of love and witness of love. My heart for poverty and happiness remains unchanged, and my love for education remains unchanged. Time and tide wait for no man. I love the principle of education: melt into a deep feeling in silence, build a warm and pure altar for myself, such as spring silkworm, carefree, spit silver silk, weave jade silk, and throw all troubles and grievances into the sky; My belief in loving education is: sowing two sleeves of spring breeze in the vast distance, sending people a clear blue sky, like a candle, emitting heat and light, burning the soul, cultivating talents and contributing light and heat to the world.