In 2004, I was only 20 years old, and I was still childlike. Because of my love for my children, I enthusiastically returned to the land where I was born and raised. The sound of reading, singing and laughing at-X.X school deeply touched and infected me. At that moment, I secretly told myself to make a cup of green tea and spread the fragrance and love! Infected everyone around you.
If a person's life is just a small spray in the long river of history, then this spray is so (surging) because of love! So what is love? My child made the best interpretation with practical actions-(actually) love is never leaving, never leaving! Love is a hug, a simple greeting and an encouragement.
That was when I was in the sixth grade graduating class. One of the students in the class (Li) is unfortunate. Graduation is imminent, but her parents are divorced. This family dispute is like a bolt from the blue for (this) child (that). The former liveliness and happiness (she) seem to disappear in an instant, in pain (confusion). During the break, greeting cards will float into her drawer from time to time, condensing warm and intimate handwriting like an angel with wings, caring for her all the time, and sending her a caring message ... The care of classmates melted into the joy of playing games together, and slowly (in the care of classmates and society) came out of the shadow (gradually). And yearning) (perhaps for the eternal dream in her heart) She began to actively (actively) devote herself to learning (middle school). In the final graduation exam, (she) was admitted to the key junior high school with the first grade in her class.
That year, (that) a small classroom gathered not only many (students' expectations and eyes), but also countless sincerity and kindness (love); (That) a small (real) classroom with countless accessories; The small classroom is full of their pure love. "Don't abandon, don't give up", the children really taught me the first lesson in life with practical actions, which greatly influenced my future life.
Touching does not happen by accident, but can be seen everywhere. I remember one time I accidentally sprained my foot and it was very difficult to walk. When school is over, the children in the class don't know when to wait in front of my office. Opening the door, the children's simple words warmed my heart. "Teacher, I am older, let me help you." "Teacher, let me help you with your bag." "Teacher, I usually eat." Let me carry you. "... you know, their 8-year-old children are only my waist high, but they have the courage to carry this teacher who weighs almost three times as much as them. The children put my arm on their shoulders like adults, and they held my waist with their small arms. At that moment, every step is a kind of happiness (nagging, deleting); Every step is a kind of love.
In teaching, moving is everywhere. In class, I tell my children my feelings about life, the history of the Corps, my childhood, my joys and sorrows, my experiences and lessons. The children listened with their eyes wide open, and then wrote their feelings in their weekly diary to communicate with me. Some people say that "one bosom friend is enough in life", not to mention I have dozens. You said, life is so happy, what can you expect? What's more, in the children's world, I learned that worry and sadness are just much ado about nothing. In class, the children actively explored the history of the Corps, and they were shocked by the persistence of the Corps. Moved by the simplicity of the Corps; Moved by the hard work of the Corps; From their little faces flushed with excitement, I saw the hope of the Corps and was full of confidence in its future.
The feelings around us also permeate every festival. Every holiday, I received not gorgeous flowers, but paper flowers made by children. What I received was not a high-grade gift, but a small fish carved with chalk; I received not beautiful short messages, but small notes ... but I regard them as treasures. It is precisely because of these that some people's seemingly junk "boutique" tells me "sincerity".
Supplement to the question:
No, I will never forget it. I will never forget the children's encouragement to me, a teacher who just stepped onto the podium. I can't forget their strong arms when I was sick; I can't forget the gifts they made for themselves on holidays; I can't forget their spirit of "never giving up, never giving up" when they graduated. They gave me the courage to stand on the podium; They taught me that happiness is actually very simple; They let me know how happy I am to be a teacher. ...
If someone must talk to me about the feeling of being a teacher, I will say to you, "I am very moved and happy." Love is by my side.