The yard where my grandparents live is separated from my uncle's house by a wall. On the second day of New Year's Day, I went to pay a New Year call to my uncle, but I unconsciously went in to have a look. The yard is beyond recognition and desolate. Trees and vines occupy the yard, which is as close as the main house, and the door is half open. I thought of my grandfather who had lost his voice for several years because of illness, and he opened and closed the door again and again with crutches. His eyes were sore and he dared not stay long, leaving some photos in a hurry. The story of grandparents will eventually flow out under my words. Looking back suddenly, the beginning of this year is so heavy.
After the Lantern Festival, due to the epidemic, I came back early. The east wind was full of affection, "spring flowers in the city", magnolia flowers on the way to work, and some nameless plum blossoms took the lead in giving me the brightest and warmest response. There were spring breeze to warm me, visiting relatives and friends, helping the elderly and taking care of the young, playing in the garden and picking strawberries by barbecue.
In the spring of March, I drove to Gongyi and experienced the "spirit of bamboo forest". Secretary Zhao Mingen and Deputy Secretary Li Shuzhuan, representatives of "Bamboo Forest Spirit", have cooperated in Zhu Lin Town for forty years. "For the benefit of the village, for the reform, development and innovation of the bamboo forest, I have worked hard and have no regrets. With my unique personality charm and exemplary actions of self-denial and dedication, I have brought out a good team and a team. Ask them why they can work together for 40 years and never give up.
Secretary Zhao replied: "The goal is the same, honest and mutual trust, regardless of details, and care for each other." Secretary Li Shuzhuan said: "There are * * * goals, based on the' bamboo forest spirit' and standardized by the' three evaluations' system." I remember these things clearly.
When it comes to "Bamboo Forest", I unconsciously jump out of "Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest", but I didn't know there was a bamboo forest town here, and my knowledge always surprised me, just like I was unfamiliar with "Du Fu's hometown". Du Fu's hometown is located in Nanyaowan Village, Zhan Jie Town, gongyi city, with his back to Bijia Mountain. It is the place where Du Fu was born and lived as a teenager. Although I often recite the poems of the poet sage with my students, I think I am familiar with his old man's house. However, when I stroll through the whole park, Liu Fei is soft in spring and the flowers are floating, but I can't really experience it. Maybe I still know very little about Shaoling Night Elder. It may be difficult for people to enter this country. Maybe it's a group mechanical watch. I can't think freely. When I walked out of the door, I only felt empty.
In Gongyi, Du Fu was a teenager with a good family and a relatively stable and prosperous society. This should be the most peaceful and happy time in Du Fu's life. At this time, Du Fu had a romantic style, as evidenced by poems such as "Looking at Yue" and "Painting Eagle", but it was far from forming Du Gongbu's unique creative style. As far as his life is concerned, Du Fu Caotang beside Huanhuaxi in Chengdu seems to make people have endless reverie.
After I returned from Gongyi, I shared my experience with my students, and suddenly felt that I was lacking in "taking the Wan Li Road". So many precious cultural relics are within my reach. As a teacher, I didn't swim or think deeply. How will it affect my students? ! If the new year permits, there will be more footprints in the Central Plains.
"In front of the court, a thousand pieces of blue oil leaked red beads." In early summer, we squeezed through the crowded market, crossed the path of nearly two miles, and reached the center of the scenic spot of Yingtaogou football town. At lunchtime, it is still difficult to find a restaurant that gathers all kinds of special snacks. The hawking sound from various shops, the singing on the stage and the frolicking sound of tourists are intertwined into an ugly "symphony".
This time, we entered another hall by mistake. As soon as we entered the door, we saw a group of people around a table. Through the seam, we can see an old man with gorgeous clothes standing in front of the case, splashing ink, watching his strength without losing, showing his posture without boasting, and writing in a flowing way. He is an expert. There is a calligrapher's profile and the price of a word (not expensive) on the stereo next to it. I am ignorant and have never heard of this calligrapher. It is understandable to charge a few cents for writing from the study to the downtown area. However, I always feel a little strange when I think of the elegance of calligraphy and the noise of this restaurant.
In the first half of the year, an elective course of calligraphy was opened in the school, focusing on the history of calligraphy and the basic writing of brush. I am deeply gratified and stressed to see the progress of students bit by bit. Because I have my own children, I have limited time and energy and can't practice often. Fortunately, at the end of this year, I met Miss Toby Lin and her "Xuan Tong Class" online. I hope that in the new year, I can follow in the footsteps of teacher Toby Lin and devote myself to writing and painting.
March to June is the intermission of the epidemic, so I took a break and went to Song Society to attend two lectures, one was a new book sharing meeting of Mr. Green Tea, and the other was Between the Yellow River in Liangzhuang with Mr. Hongliang and Mr. Shao Li as guests.
From time to time, the overflowing ink and the feast of thoughts are like the stars shining in the boundless night sky in 202 1.
After eight years of teaching, I have gradually admitted that I am a front-line teacher, and my mind is full. As far as I am concerned, teachers seem to be a natural profession and never have any unexpected ideas. I didn't expect the director to talk to me one day in late March and suggested that I transfer to the scientific research administrative post. In fact, I don't understand the difference between "pure front-line teachers", "administrative part-time courses" and "pure administrative posts", and the director has given me enough time to think.
Eight years later, I was so busy in class that I never really settled down to reflect, sort out and explore. Teaching scientific research may be a good opportunity, what's more, I never intend to leave the classroom, and I never want to leave the students. "Part-time administration" is not better, so I decided decisively. I believe everything is the best arrangement.
In mid-June, the chocolate blind box was opened again. In less than a week, the schedule was full, and there was no time and energy to digest what I saw and heard every day. Without the soul, the inspiration is avoided, and you can't write any travel notes anymore. I once suspected that I was suffering from separation of form and spirit.
Now that I think about it, there is nothing left except a pile of photos left in my mobile phone and half a box of Xinyang black tea left on the shelf. Looking at the photos at this time, I was deeply impressed by the scene of blowing on the bridge in the county town at night and the beautiful scenery of "this river spans the world and the mountains are both there and there" when I open my eyes through the window in the morning. Where the new year will take me, my heart is still full of expectations.
Whenever, "going home" is always two warm words. As soon as the summer vacation was over, I went back to my hometown to visit my parents. However, two days later, the once-in-a-century rainstorm unexpectedly raided Zhengzhou, causing heavy casualties and property losses. I pay attention to the news of Zhengzhou every day, and I can't sleep day and night. The people of Zhengzhou are United and work hard to tide over the difficulties. However, the rainstorm did not stop, and the epidemic came again. In July and August, the combination of waterlogging and epidemic situation became the normal life of Zhengzhou people. In the new year, I hope we can always be far-sighted, be prepared for danger in times of peace, and "be broad and profound."
Throughout the summer vacation, I was busy preparing for the game. The epidemic stopped and I came back as soon as possible. Although the start of school was delayed, all the work of teaching and scientific research was carried out normally on the Internet.
Half a month before the start of school, I was working overtime. I am familiar with teaching and scientific research while preparing for the teaching ability competition. On the empty campus, only a few osmanthus flowers in front of the office building opened and fell, falling and opening. I still remember that last year, when sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant, I told an article in which Zeng, Zeng and Gong Xihua were sitting. In the rich fragrance of flowers, I am discussing with my preschool classmates "What kind of kindergarten teacher do you want to be?" .
Only this year did I know that Osmanthus fragrans will bloom in an endless stream within 20 to 30 days of flowering. That evening, autumn rain came and went, passing by osmanthus trees, and I was shocked by what I saw. Osmanthus fragrans fell to the ground with a bang. Looking around, it looks like a cloud in the evening the other day. This scene was deeply imprinted in my mind, and I was once in tears. A poem haunts my ears-
Clouds in the evening are like osmanthus flowers falling violently.
Before the 11th National Day, our team participated in the provincial teaching ability competition, but failed. Horizontally, the results are not bad, but for the efforts in the past six months, the determination and oath to "fight again next year" are somewhat tragic.
After the National Day, school finally started, and I took a new class. There is only one male student in the class. Despite many heart-to-heart talks and persuasion, this male student finally adjusted his major because of serious "acclimatization". /kloc-after class 0/7, we brought a pure girl class-36 flowers. We have experienced military training, every class meeting, classic reading, sports competitions and so on. Enjoy every day. Bit by bit about the class will be developed in detail in the annual narrative of the class, so I won't go into details here.
202 1 this year is like a moment in the series of teaching ability competition. As far as time itself is concerned, it is so long to walk one second at a time. Thousands of years ago, when Dongpo lay man bid farewell to Qian Mufu, he advised, "Don't frown before you respect him. Life is like a trip, and I am also a pedestrian. " Say goodbye to 202 1 and comfort yourself with Mr. Dongpo's magnanimity.