Food becomes delicious because of bittersweet taste, family becomes happier because of bittersweet things, and I (teacher) become mature because of bittersweet efforts.
People often say: Mr. Acid, Dr. Spicy. 1994 just graduated from high school. For various reasons, I chose the profession of teacher. Time flies, time flies, and I have been standing on the podium for 26 years in a blink of an eye. In the first few years of work, the salary is pitiful and the work pressure is great. Some of my colleagues are in politics, some are in business, and some have turned to deserters. I said sourly to them, "I think I am the most suitable teacher." Later, with the idea of "doing a job and loving a job", I gradually fell in love with this profession. Reading, thinking and writing, exchanging ideas and conveying feelings with children in the ocean of knowledge and weaving, also feel endless fun. However, acids are acidic. When I later struggled to get out of the teaching profession, I chose to stick to the three-foot platform because I felt sour and tasted the unique sweetness of this profession.
Every day, I praise the lush plants, bright flowers and sweet ringtones on campus ... Breathing the cool air, watching the children's bright smiles and listening to the children's crisp cries, my heart is warm and sweet.
This year's winter vacation is very special, and the sudden epidemic has disrupted our way of life and work. The school day is approaching, but the epidemic period is also pushed back day by day. With the introduction of the national policy of suspension of classes, the school uniformly informs every teacher to conduct online teaching. Doctors and nurses are soldiers in armor, fighting the virus. I am also a soldier, passing on the source and strength of knowledge to children. This special winter vacation has added a touch of bright color. Our teachers and students cheer for China and Wuhan every day!
Of course, the other side of sweetness is bitterness, but bitterness is a different kind of nutrition for me. I chew bitterness and taste sweetness. As the saying goes, "People who can't eat bitterness can't be good teachers." Teachers not only have to sweat in class, preach, teach and dispel doubts, but also constantly correct homework after class. They go out early and come home late. Dai Yue wears stars, dragging his tired body home in the dead of night, and he has to prepare lessons at his desk.
The most bitter thing is that for a long time, teachers have always been caught between quality education and exam-oriented education. The goal of quality education needs the efforts of several generations, and can't wait for teachers to finish it in front of them; Teachers are required to help students win grades that need to be studied hard for more than ten years before graduation. While digesting bitter taste, spicy taste comes quietly. Really: the podium makes people old, and chalk dyes white hair. Although teachers are often said to be the most glorious profession in the world, they can only refer to the whole group. As individuals, how many of us shine in the sun!
Although you work hard, although you are bitter, although you are exhausted, there is also a "spicy" taste that you don't understand.
Most children are only children now. Parents love them, can't stand any injustice, and are afraid of being bullied by others. As a result, many children are unruly and unruly. Although you are earnest, they are still indifferent. Some parents are even more helpless in their demands on teachers: in his view, from the day their children enter school, teachers should bear the students' growth, education, thinking, state and even safety, and learning well means that children are smart; If you don't learn well, it's because the teacher doesn't teach well ... alas! Not spicy comes from confusion, but sadness comes from the heart!
A tree shakes another tree, a cloud pushes another cloud, and one soul awakens another. This is education. After ups and downs, ups and downs, 26 years of tempering, I have matured: I use a mature life to cultivate a growing life, and another group of life is integrated into my life. "Mei" flower comes from the cold, I would like to be a proud plum blossom, standing in the cold winter, like my name, regardless of the snowstorm, enjoy it!
2020.3. 15