Dear God, please forgive me for engaging in education, and forgive me for using the title you used on earth.
Give me your incomparable love-I will dedicate it all to my school. Even the strongest and hottest beauty can't shake my deep attachment to it at all.
Mentor, let me become a thing of the past in despair and keep my enthusiasm forever; Eliminate the desire for revenge that makes me uneasy, and eliminate the concern and dissatisfaction that I have when I am hurt. Don't make me sad because of my students' ignorance and forgetfulness. Let my love exceed the love of their biological mothers, and let me love them and protect them like my own children; Let me turn my students into the most beautiful poems. Once I want to stop singing, let my moving melody stay in her heart.
Let me know that your gospel can come true in our time, and I will always be ready to fight for it. Let the glory of the barefoot children around you come to my civilian school.
Although I am that poor and helpless woman, it makes me strong and makes me despise dirty rights and all the pressures except your will to light up my life.
Friend, support me and stand with me. Many times, except for you, no one is by my side. The purer I teach, the fiercer my truth is, and the less the world wants to be with me. Only you know the heart of the lonely best. You should hold me tightly in your arms, because I can only see approval and encouragement in your eyes.
Please give me simplicity and depth; Let my daily teaching not only avoid boring, but also eliminate tedious.
Let me walk into the school gate every morning and forget my personal trauma. Let me put aside all the poor material pursuits and mediocre joys and sorrows in my life at work.
Let my hands become tender when I am punished and more gentle when I caress them. Because I know, I did it because I love me. It hurts me to punish my children.
Let me turn that brick school building into a place to cultivate lofty ideas, and let my passionate flame warm its humble teaching.
Rooms and cold corridors. Let my heart and my kind wishes make it richer and more brilliant than the school of the rich.
Finally, please lift your head from the canvas of velazquez (1) and remind me that persisting in teaching and loving in the world means that your burning chest will be injured by Rochinos' spear until your last breath.
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Description:
Jia mistral (1889- 1957) is a famous Chilean poetess. She is the first female poet in Latin America to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. Because of her father's early death, she made a living independently at the age of 12 and became a self-taught scholar. /kloc-When she was 0/4 years old, she published her own poems. In addition to being keen on poetry creation, she also engaged in education and served as the principal of a middle school for many years. Her important poetry collections include Loneliness, Thorny Tree and Grape Juicer. "Her lyrical poems with strong feelings made her a symbol of the whole Latin American ideal." 1945 She won the Nobel Prize in Literature for this. Her famous essay "The Prayer of a Female Teacher" is a prayer, which describes a beautiful and lofty spiritual world of a female teacher.
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1 velazquez (1599- 1660): Spanish painter, famous for his portraits of court figures, who also creates works with mythical and religious themes.
2 Longinos' spear wound: Longinos is a Roman soldier who stabbed Jesus to death with a spear when Jesus was crucified in the Bible story.