Taishi, a radiant light source, shines on the knowledge world of my innocent childhood.
Especially, it was the spring when grass decorated the earth, and it was the season when willow branches swayed and full of green. When I was six years old, I carried a flower bag sewn by my mother on my back. I was sublimated from a street urchin to a child studying.
As soon as I entered the school, I was attracted by the teacher's "A, O, E, B, P, F". The founder of Tian Zi Grid, with round and clear fonts, shines above the podium, and the sound of the pointer clicking on the blackboard jingles like raindrops and blue tiles. Her sweet reading sound, like flowing spring water, gurgles; Standard Mandarin, like the echo of an empty valley, is beautiful. The waist-long braid is like a flowing willow; That beautiful smile is like a blooming flower. ...
Later, I learned that any teacher in the county had just graduated from Taigu Normal School and had our Chinese class. From then on, Mr. Ren was like a rake plow, sowing seeds in my heart, like a breeze, slowly awakening my ignorant thoughts. I remember Ren, the leader of knowledge, and I also remember Taigu Normal School, which trained lovely teachers. From that moment on, Tai Shi ignited my desire to learn and became the object of my worship. Swear, I want to be a teacher and watch the good times in my youth with you.
1984, step onto the platform and become a teacher. Although I missed the opportunity to enter the arms of the Taishi and become its adopted son, I lost its cultivation in the most beautiful youth, but I was also fortunate to be a student of the Taishi and won its seal in the most beautiful years.
1993, autumn September, a mature season, I am about to turn 30, and I am fortunate to be transferred to the Taishi and step into my dream home. Since then, we have known each other and held hands together. Only the identity of promoting interests came to an abrupt end and became the "image beautician" of the school.
Stepping into the school gate of Taishi made my heart beat. I am very excited by the feeling of past lives. Clear campus, reflected in clear eyes, look up. Watch this. Pour out your heart and feel comfortable.
The wide playground has a panoramic view. The cement pavement that runs straight from north to south is facing the wall of the office building, and the seven red characters "Be a teacher today" are warmly written on the gray wall. Like an honest elder, it bears the responsibility of school motto, warns every student with silent language and vigorous fonts, and inspires two generations of teachers to move forward forever. "How can the canal be so clear because there is running water at the source?" Find the answer here ...
Kong Xiangxi House, with a strong ancient charm, is deeply renovated. It is located in the north of Taishi, with spacious space. The towering white tower, separated by only one wall, is simple and elegant and has a long history. They stood upright and watched, becoming the symbol of the Taishi. Blue bricks and gray tiles, moss growing with time, white mottled face, full of the coolness of time.
Taishi, human landscape and historical origin are integrated. Cultural heritage, scroll breath, one share, like spring breeze, warm and comfortable.
There are many beautiful and practical teaching buildings, music buildings and experimental buildings. Pavilion sculptures, fountains and rockeries, and flower lawns are dotted among them.
Taishi, classical and modern set each other off, and practicality and poetry coexist. The campus with flowers in three seasons and green in four seasons accepted me and made me happy. Beautiful campus environment, advanced teaching facilities, rich learning atmosphere, immersed in the heart, let me deeply intoxicated.
Master, spiritual home, childhood obsession. If I slack off the work of maintaining its image, my conscience will be unbearable, which is a blasphemy against the heart of watching.
So, all year round, I arrive at the campus every day when the stars are full and the lights are blurred. Open its texture with your eyes, measure its area with your feet, and pay more attention to corners and bumps. Just to present a clean and tidy campus in the eyes of teachers and students before going to work at eight in the morning.
The cleaning sound of "brush, rustle and wipe" is the morning song that the students on duty in each class sing to the campus. Weeding in spring, sweeping leaves in Qiu Lai, sweeping snow in winter, this is the description of the campus by every Tai Shi student.
Because of my work, let my footprints sing in the space of a teacher. The dormitory, classroom, toilet, environment, playground, cave house, festival to class, responsibility to people, supervision and inspection, evaluation publicity, semester reward and other systems have achieved remarkable results, making the campus beautiful every day.
I was intoxicated in the neat Taishi and wandered around the sunny campus countless times. Looking up at the white tower, elegant tower clock, setting the direction of the wind, cheerful bells, students' cleaning sound, campus radio sound, students' reading sound, all of which converge into a beautiful movement. Thanks to the students' careful care for the living space, thanks to these youthful and exciting smiling faces, it is difficult to find lost pieces of paper on the ground, no white pollution flying in the air, no traces of lawn ... The school will always look like a married bride, fresh and beautiful. The image of the school will always be young and attractive.
Later, the school was divided into rooms, and I was lucky enough to be assigned to a small room. On the campus of Taishi, Taishi became my eternal home and watch forever.
Indeed, the advantage of getting the moon first gives me more leisure. Understand the role of living near the school in Meng Mu in the past.
On the rest day, I often hold my son's hand and walk in the scenery of Taishi. Enjoy flowers in spring, enjoy the cool in summer, pick leaves in autumn ... distinguish plant species and identify plant appearance. Catch insects singing and listen to birds singing. ...
Tell him: Winter jasmine is the first to reveal the information of spring, and the lilacs made by Qian Qian are fragrant. Winding and climbing, green vines are like waterfalls, purple flowers are wisteria ... green is deep, pine and cypress are evergreen all the year round, tall and straight and cold, and tall and straight are poplars. This is also the future of you. What should you look like? ...
More often, we come to Confucius. Depart from the West Garden, cross the Diaohuamen, enter the study courtyard, enter the octagonal gate, and enter the Mozhuang courtyard. Touch the vicissitudes of stone carvings, stare at the carved beams and painted buildings on the roof, smell the calligraphy group, and see the creation of tabloids, which is elegant without losing elegance.
Parked in the cultural corridor, there are blackboard newspapers with distinct themes such as soldiers lined up on the iron fence. Warm chalk characters and pure illustrations, such as open kites, release the heart of hope.
On the small blackboard displayed against the wall, the horizontal and vertical square characters are seen one by one. The lines are soothing and concise, and the charm is vivid and vivid ... Every painting is spacious and quiet, with distant mountains and rivers, full and lovely. I let my son know that words are the image of people, and basic skills are the premise of self-reliance. Only by reading good books and writing good words can we calm down and be a good person.
Later, my job was adjusted, and I changed from an image "manager" to a guardian of Lantai. From clean and tidy surface work to rich connotation management.
If you want to be a history teacher, you will no longer be in a daze; Important documents, no more rummaging; Valuable references are no longer scattered pieces of paper We should abandon fame and fortune, enjoy loneliness, be content with the ordinary and enjoy loneliness. This is a tedious project, a test of patience and an ethical consideration. The old headmaster looked serious and spoke to hit the floor. I can't shirk, I can only obey.
I saw it. A surname with the same age as * * *, yellow paper in a sack, piled up in disorder. With the change of the surname, the vague handwriting on the page is littered with records of the past. Moldy pieces of paper, spread out and dried, broken charts, patchwork, fuzzy handwriting, look carefully. I am willing to watch, the responsibility makes me sweat like rain, and the responsibility makes me want to stop. The boring work gave me the sweetness of love at first sight, and the trivial and messy paper gave me a pair of eyes.
Infer carefully and give up carefully. Reasonable classification, determine the deadline. Constantly picking up, repeatedly scrutinizing, and working while studying are both processes and breathing. Is to pay, but also to gain. Because of love, I am not tired, because of scenery, I am not tired.
A year, a whole year, from spring to winter. Finally, the papers that have been dusty for decades have been reborn in my hands. Homeless papers are scattered page by page, returned in order, classified, catalogued, sorted, printed, bound, put on shelves, provided and used in the form of files ... The original disorderly stacking has a clear classification, and the previous "maybe" and "possible" have a strong answer. The words in the dark ushered in the spring in full bloom. The soul of words flourishes because of watchfulness, and the function of archives is highlighted because of watchfulness.
In this way, we can collect data, sort out history, record development and give feedback for reference. You have no proof. You have to find me to prove it.
Society is developing and teachers are growing. Tangible assets can't be moved out of the field, but they have accumulated the spirit of a teacher, engraved the style of a teacher, and displayed the archives of the school track. With my warm eyes and the temperature of my fingertips, I arrived at the new Taishi. The passion of watching the war, like evergreen vines, cast a shade in the soil of the new Taishi, lush and dense.
During the 60th anniversary of the school, I was responsible for compiling the first draft of Chronicle of the Development and Institutional Evolution of Taishi, which was praised by the leaders. At the end of the celebration, President Zhang Runxi gave me a thumbs-up and repeatedly praised me as "a hero who is loyal to China and records the development of the school". ...
I suddenly laughed, because I love the teacher, and I am not tainted with fame and fortune. Because I am guarding, like a clear stream, it will ring forever and ripple every day. ...
An eternal teacher will touch my eternal feelings. Ask how far, from 1949 to forever.