? -Miracle reading experience in Room 56

? During this special Spring Festival, in order to "fight the epidemic", we all stayed at home. Having time to read dozens of pages easily every day has become the most important thing in my life.

? The Miracle of Room 56 is an ordinary primary school teacher in the United States, Rafe, who recorded the story of his hard work in Room 56 for more than 20 years and educated his children with his passionate heart. He used simple and effective educational methods to combine theory with practice perfectly, and the methods of "lifelong study" and "manual work" well reflected his educational thoughts. In particular, his love and trust for students, like a master key, has created one miracle after another.

? Usually we will encounter such a phenomenon that a child who has not done his homework is still pretending to look for it. In the face of such a child, many times, we may stare at him viciously, then reprimand him loudly, or punish him for writing, or find his parents, but Mr. Rafe told the child that he believed he must have written, and then gently criticized him for not tidying up his schoolbag. Such diluted criticism makes children secretly happy even if they make mistakes. Teachers trust themselves so much that they will definitely do their homework next time. This kind of education is an art, but this art is completely based on love and trust.

Reflecting on the previous work of the head teacher, it is common to "convict" a child at will, sometimes based on personal preference, which not only hurts the students' hearts, but also widens the spiritual distance between teachers and students. We often ignore that in fact, a teacher's casual kindness and a seemingly unintentional and intentional sentence will open a layer of ice and warm a child's life. The head teacher should make the students feel very dependent like their mothers. Love and trust can work miracles. With it, you have a master key to education.

Looking back, I once had a similar teaching experience as Rafe:

There is a classmate named Li in the class who lost a leg in a car accident when he was a child. A prosthetic leg became a permanent pain in his heart. In the third year of junior high school, the first two years were tangled and struggled in inferiority and contradiction. In the ninth grade, I used seemingly casual care and encouragement in daily life to get him out of the haze and let him find the sunshine and warmth in life again. He once recorded these trivial things in his composition:

? Feel the beauty of a word

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? The cool breeze in early summer finally brought some coolness to this hot night. Encouraged by the cool breeze, my brain temperature dropped a little. I took a sip of sweat from my head and prepared to go to the teacher.

"Let's go downstairs and run a few laps before writing!" She stood at the door and gave an unquestionable order in a calm tone.

? This sentence is like a stone, thrown into the calm lake. In an instant, those "fish" swimming in the ocean of knowledge, precisely, are students who are making up their homework, and they are rushing to the square. I looked at them and couldn't help laughing. I left my homework at home, but so many students didn't finish their Sunday homework. Who will believe me? The teacher won't believe it. Reluctantly, I went downstairs and tried to follow the army.

? The students ran in a neat line, and I followed them in the outer circle. One foot deep, one foot shallow, one lap, two laps, three laps ... I tried my best to measure the Little Square in front of the teaching building. Will she believe me? Should I go home or call my sister to deliver my homework?

Finally, after five rounds of ideological struggle, I got up the courage to walk towards her. Because of running, I lowered my head and looked at the teacher's mobile phone from time to time. Finally came the teacher: "Teacher, can I use your mobile phone?"

She didn't pass me the phone in a hurry, but asked calmly, "What can I do for you?"

"I left my homework at home and wanted my sister to send it." I feel a little empty, afraid of being criticized.

"If you bring homework, forget it! You have to pack your own things in the future. " I heaved a long sigh of relief, feeling the light in front of me.

After thanking the teacher, I dragged my stiff leg and was ready to leave. The teacher took my arm kindly and said, "In fact, your gait is no different from that of a normal person." Her tone remained calm.

"Is it true?" I got excited at once. Over the years, my prosthetic leg has been tormenting me. Recently, I finally got up the courage to walk out of the classroom and into the playground with my classmates. However, I feel inferior, and my mood is always entangled because I walk differently. Now who knows how excited I am to hear the teacher's seemingly understated words?

The teacher still nodded calmly, only seeing my excitement and smiling happily.

When I went upstairs, I felt that the steps seemed flat, so I easily stepped onto the third floor. It's a seemingly unintentional sentence from the teacher, which makes me feel warm. I feel that she has been paying attention to my changes and my growth. I really feel the beauty of this sentence.

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? On the journey of education, as long as we walk on the road with love and trust, we will have a master key and it is possible to create one miracle after another.