The main task of a teacher is not only to teach, but also to instill knowledge into students. But the teacher's personality style is the textbook.
As the saying goes, learning to be excellent is an official.
The essence of education is that one soul inspires another.
My junior high school Chinese teacher's surname is Sun, and I have only one word for her-"beauty".
She also taught me what beauty is.
Teacher Sun is beautiful, dignified and beautiful, and often wears a corsage on her skirt.
Wear clothes with the same theme in every class, which is very ceremonial every time. For example, if you talk about revolutionary themes, you should wear a red skirt and bring party emblem. In the Book of Songs, she will buy a bunch of flowers to school.
I think the teacher is integrating himself with the subject, and the beauty is dazzling.
The script written by the teacher is very good. On the desk of the office, there is a photo of her in the West Lake when she was young, surrounded by a stretch of lotus, and there are a lot of books beside the photo. The most conspicuous is the copybook.
We have done many romantic things together, and my romantic perception of literature also comes from this.
On snowy days, we go out to catch snow together. Touch, smell and even taste the snow.
When writing a composition in the evening, the teacher turns off the lights and plays Chopin's piano music. I can't remember exactly what I wrote. I remember that the Longshou Mountain, which stretched at that time, turned gray-blue, like paper-cutting, and stuck to the street lamp in the window.
We read the Book of Songs together in the sunset, while studying the Analects of Confucius, the teacher opened the window and the wind rolled the blue curtains. We turned the table upside down, two rows in front and two rows in the back, sitting face to face, reciting "bath and interpretation, wind and dance, singing back."
Later, I chose Chinese as my major, because when I was young, the background of this subject was dazzling, romantic and free. It was a red sunset, white snow, blue wind, countless beautiful poems, and the teacher's beautiful handwriting.
My head teacher in senior high school is a history teacher, and my view on education is inherited from him.
I wrote in Zhihu before that "happiness" is the key to success. Many people criticize me, but I stick to my point of view.
"Happiness" in the classroom is not laissez-faire, nor is it a "happy education" for western fools. But teachers' undifferentiated respect and interesting and solid teaching, which is related to students' spiritual guidance.
At that time, there was only our class, and for two years, we randomly selected seats, regardless of gender, and chose our seats according to the order of arrival in the classroom. Almost everyone is surrounded by people they like, and they are in a good mood after class.
He treats all students equally, respects, likes and cares about your growth, but he cares more about children's hearts and self-esteem.
There is a student with long hair. When talking in class, he brushed his hair and said with a smile, I can't see your eyes. The teacher in this class is a little lonely. Then this guy cut his hair short.
Girls are little sisters when they enter class. At first, she was not used to it. She is the big sister in the class and eats lollipops. Csi used to grab it with her hands, let her crush the sugar, and then throw away the stick. He said, it's not safe, and it will poke you in the throat. The little girl never ate lollipops in class again.
I like to walk into the classroom in class. Every morning reading, I enter the school almost at the same time as the teacher. Csi is not angry when he sees it. Sometimes he comes earlier than me. He stood at the door and watched me run over. He said with a smile, hey, be careful to slip and slow down. Later, I was embarrassed to accept the teacher's daily care, so I came early and walked slowly.
He likes to invite people to tea. If you have any questions, please go to the office for tea for an hour or two and have a long talk with you. There will be no angry accusations and no embarrassing sympathy. He will listen to you a little, then break the subject, objectively explain the truth, and attach a small gift when he leaves.
One of the students in the class is in trouble. He must take the student to the teacher to ask about the situation, and then he will solve the problem. If it is a problem of his own students, he will apologize first, and then let the students apologize and reflect.
Because of Lao He, the students in our class respect the teachers in all disciplines, so the teachers treat us with great diligence and seriousness. Our class is always the first in grade.
Everyone is respected and cared for, there is no good discrimination, everyone is very harmonious, and the whole class is working together. Except for the first grade, our school sports meeting and school cultural festival are also the first.
Perhaps the influence of Lao He on me lies in the way of education. Education is to truly make a person fundamentally better and make him the best of himself.
I can see with the naked eye that many boys and girls who have just entered the class, like thorns, are slowly integrating into the warm collective created by CSI and slowly becoming soft and happy. They are not poor students. They are very important members of our collective. They are the people who grab breakfast for the whole class. They may be the backbone of the sports meeting or the funny people in the cultural festival. They are not disabled, but also a person with complete personality and emotions.
Later, I became a teacher, and what I was good at was educating those so-called prickly students. No matter how naughty and picky the child is, he will gradually settle down when he comes to me.
In addition to trying to give children correct knowledge, interesting ways and broad horizons, I will also give them a stable and beautiful environment. With his good friends and teachers who respect him, he will not be unwilling to study here.
Even many so-called problem students, in fact, what he lacks is a stable little world, an adult who really guides him.
Writing here, I can only be grateful to think of these good teachers I met and benefited too much from them.
Mr. Sun and Mr. He are just two of them. Due to the limitation of literature and pen and ink, it is impossible to restore their elegance one by one.
I only hope to inherit the teacher's teachings and pass on this beauty.