This is mom's hope, and this is the cradle of dolls.
Who here has the ambition of Dayu and the heart of Yao and Shun?
Who here has omnipotent wisdom and loving maternal love?
Tell me, who are your tears for?
Tell me, who is your smiling face blooming like a flower for?
It's you, me, him and our glorious kindergarten teacher.
A flash of wisdom, a voice as bright as the sun,
With the painstaking efforts full of watering, with the gentle breeze blowing the affectionate tears,
Sprouting seedlings, green leaves with umbrellas, blooming flowers, flying birds,
You, me, him, us, our glorious kindergarten teacher,
Here, the dream of love flies here.
I remember that it was August 12 years ago, and Teacher Shu Mei had just finished her flower season.
Almost with girlish childishness and unique desire,
Leave the kindergarten teacher and enter the sacred land of kindergarten.
Start dealing with children who are learning languages.
But she didn't expect her first day at work,
On this clean work paper, a big question mark was drawn.
A child with a stomachache is in his pants.
She was at a loss because the trousers she changed were covered with dirt.
Is it throwing? Has it been released? Are you washing? Suddenly, my brain is full of little question marks.
She ran into the bathroom in her pants with tears in her eyes.
Tears on your face form a line. Did you choose the wrong industry? Or did you choose the wrong position?
Her heart is full of doubts.
When she hung up her washed trousers to dry,
Looking back, I saw the director looking at her affectionately with kind and trusting eyes.
Good looking. A gentle word came into my heart,
In this way, Shu Mei began her career as a kindergarten teacher.
I remember it was a rainy night,
It's almost seven o'clock, and Liangliang's parents haven't come to pick up the children yet.
This is the only child left in the garden.
Teacher Webb took Liangliang and rode his bike to Liangliang's home.
She was shocked when she walked into the bright house.
Liangliang's parents are all around the mahjong table.
Playing in the dark, forgetting the time,
They are numb and have no words of thanks.
Our teacher is walking home with a sad heart.
Because at home, her little daughter, who just turned one, is still waiting for her mother's return.
Rain and tears intertwined, attacking her sad heart.
Remember that night,
Qian Qian's father came to pick up the children with a smell of alcohol.
Qian Qian cried and said, "Why is Dad late?"
At this time, the irrational father hit Qian Qian in the face with one hand.
The teacher hurried to take care of Qian Qian, but Qian Qian's father was still playing.
Hit the teacher in the face, hit the teacher in the body,
But our teacher is still protecting the children.
The teacher shed tears, are they distressed tears, dissatisfied tears or resentful tears?
Who can understand? Who can understand the bitterness and bitter tears of the teacher?
When Wang Xia Jr. grew up, when he needed love most,
I lost my father and mother.
She found a warm home in the kindergarten.
There is a kind and strict director here.
There are brothers and sisters and lively and lovely children here.
This is a home full of peace and happiness.
She secretly made up her mind: "I lost my maternal love since I was a child, and I want my maternal love to sublimate here."
There is such a little girl in her class.
Because her parents divorced, her face was bleak and her mouth was speechless.
Dull eyes always look at the distance, so uncertain.
Teacher Wang Xia walked over and asked softly, "What are you thinking?"
"Teacher, I am thinking about my mother." Tears rolled down the child's eyes.
The teacher gently held her in her arms and told her, "I am your mother."
The child looked at her with wide eyes. "Teacher and mother."
The child laughed and the teacher cried. From then on, she moved more love for the child.
Children grow up in the arms of teachers,
But teachers are also mothers' children.
In our kindergarten, there is such a teacher named Zhang Yuhong.
Her family lives in Taiping River in the countryside and can only go home once a week.
A few years ago, when she was admitted to a normal school with her brother,
Joy and sadness are integrated into this family at the same time.
In the countryside, a brother and sister were admitted to normal colleges at the same time, which is great good news.
But there is no money to go to school, and sadness hangs over mom and dad's heart.
If you have no money, you have to borrow money to send your children to school.
Four years later, when they all graduated,
My father is seriously ill and my mother has breast cancer.
It was all the teachers and staff in the kindergarten who extended their loving hands to her.
And she also returned her love to the kindergarten and children.
In order to teach other people's children well, she can't lie in the hospital bed with her parents.
Going home every week, she can only stay for one day and leave in a hurry.
And every time I leave, it is a farewell, like tears.
Mother shouted, "I hope you will go home early this weekend!" " "
But she didn't even dare to look back, because her eyes were full of tears.
As soon as she arrives at kindergarten, she will smile at these dolls.
Our teacher is like this, forgetting to love other people's dolls.
In order to have endless roses in our home,
In order to let the birds in the air fly freely,
Our kindergarten teachers use their own reason to enlighten their children's smart hearts.
On the playground, teachers and children play the game of chicken looking for mother.
In the activity room, the teacher asked the children to gather together and listen to the story of Baby Bear.
When the sweet piano sound came from the classroom, sad and beautiful songs swirled here.
When naughty boys ring their tambourines, lively girls learn to dance happily.
In the garden, Tong Tong discovered a little secret.
Shouted loudly: "Look, why are bees dancing on flowers?"
The children opened their magical eyes wide, as if trying to find the mystery on the teacher's face.
"Use your head and think about it." The teacher gave the children inspiring eyes.
"Oh, the bees are hungry and looking for food." "No, no, the bees are tired and looking for a home."
"No, no, the bees are naughty and fighting with flowers."
"No, that's bees collecting honey."
"Teacher, teacher, which of us is right?"
"Yes, yes, you are all smart children."
Our teacher is like this, with a warm and sincere love,
Quietly open these innocent and selfless hearts,
Lay a solid foundation for children's growth.
We find that children have their own unique and colorful world.
In this white and flawless world,
Full of wisdom, beauty and magic.
Some people say that life is red and passionate.
Some people say that life is blue and as pure as the sky.
Some people say that life is purple, as colorful as a rose and as romantic as a dream.
But what is our life like?
Is it red? Is it blue? Is it purple? Yes, it's colorful.
In this colorful world,
There are our songs, our tears, our smiles and our love.
In this colorful and magical paradise, let the love in our dreams fly with our hearts.