Praise the poetry kindergarten of the motherland

Red is a beating flame, and yellow is full of hope. The five-star red flag, you are the symbol of China, and you are the witness of Chinese civilization. You are pregnant with the hopes, joys and ideals of Chinese children ... You symbolize peace and friendship, China's apprentice. Five-star red flag, I am proud of you! Here is a colorful paradise, here is the land of Miao Zhuang, here is the hope of mother, and here 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. With the shining light of wisdom, with the bright voice like sunshine, with the painstaking efforts of watering, with the gentle breeze blowing the affectionate tears, sprouting seedlings, holding umbrellas for green leaves, flowers and flying figures that are open to birds, it is you, me, him, us and our glorious kindergarten teacher who are flying the dream of love here. I remember it was August 12 years ago. Shu Mei has just finished the flower season of her life. She almost left the kindergarten teacher with a childlike and unique vision, walked into the sacred land of kindergarten, and began to deal with children who are learning languages. But she didn't expect that on the first day of her employment, she drew a big question mark on this clean work paper, and the child with a stomachache was in her pants. Her trousers were muddy and she was at a loss. Is it throwing? Has it been released? Are you washing? Suddenly, my brain is full of little question marks. She ran into the bathroom with tears in her eyes and pants, and the tears on her face became a line. Did she choose the wrong job? Or did you choose the wrong position? Her heart is full of doubts. When she dried the washed trousers, she turned around and saw that the director was looking at her affectionately with kind and trusting eyes. Good looking. A gentle word was sent into her heart, so Shu Mei began her kindergarten teacher career. I remember it was a drizzly night, it was almost seven o'clock. Smart parents didn't come to pick up their children. 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. Bright parents are all around the mahjong table, playing so dark that they forget the time. They were numb and didn't say a word of thanks. Our teacher is walking home with a sad heart, because at home, her little daughter, who just turned one year old, is still waiting for her mother's return. Rain and tears intertwined, attacking her sad heart. I still remember that night, Qian Qian's father came to pick up the children with 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 beating, hitting the teacher's face and body, but our teacher was still protecting the child, and the teacher shed tears. Were they tears of distress, dissatisfaction or resentment? Who can understand? Who can understand the bitterness and bitter tears of the teacher? On the road of life growth, Wang Xia Jr. lost his father and mother when he needed love most. She found a warm home in the kindergarten. There are kind and strict directors here, brothers and sisters here and lively and lovely children here. This is a peaceful and happy home. 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." In her class, there is such a little girl, because her parents are divorced, her face is dull, her mouth is speechless, and her dull eyes have been looking at the distance. She is 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. The child is here, growing up in the arms of the teacher, but the teacher is also the mother's child. 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, both joy and sadness merged into this family. In the countryside, a brother and sister were admitted to the normal school at the same time, which is great good news. But there is no money to go to school, and sadness hangs over parents' hearts. If you have no money, you should let your children go to school by borrowing money. Four years later, both of them graduated. My father was seriously ill and my mother had breast cancer. It was all the teachers and staff in the kindergarten who extended their loving hands to her, and she returned the love of the kindergarten and the 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 doesn't even dare to look back, because her eyes are full of tears, and when she gets to kindergarten, she will smile at these dolls. Our teacher is like this, forgetting to love other people's dolls. In order to let there be endless roses in our home and let those birds fly freely, our kindergarten teachers use their own reason to enlighten children's intelligent hearts. On the playground, teachers and children play the game of chicken looking for mother together. 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 and shouted, "Look, why are bees dancing on flowers?"? "The children opened their magical eyes wide, as if trying to find the mystery in the teacher's face." Use your head and think about it. "The teacher gave the children an inspiring look." 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 the flowers." "No, that's bees collecting honey." "Teacher, teacher, which one of us is right?" "Yes, yes, you are all smart children. "Our teacher is like this. With a passionate and sincere love, she quietly opened these innocent and selfless hearts and laid a good foundation for the growth of children. We find that children have their own unique and colorful world. In this white and flawless world, it is 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.