Education is also a kind of listening education, and sometimes it is also a kind of listening.

Since work, I have often asked myself this question: What is education? But something happened not long ago, which made me deeply realize that education is sometimes a kind of listening. It was a language activity class. My children and I are learning the poem "Our Home": "The blue sky is the home of white clouds, and the earth is the home of little brother ... Only when there is no home can there be a strong wind, and a child without a home will have no mother, and a child without a mother will not grow up." When I said the last sentence of the poem, Linlin suddenly burst into tears with a "wow". I know that Linlin's old habit has broken again. He is always fidgeting in class. So, I just hinted at Linlin with my eyes. Linlin's crying soon stopped and I continued my teaching activities.

After the activity, all the other children happily went to play in the game area, and only Linlin was still sitting there in a daze. I think Linlin is a little abnormal today. She must have some ideas. Did I misunderstand him in class just now? So, I settled down and asked Linlin why he was unhappy. Linlin's words surprised me: "I wish teacher, I don't have a home either." After listening to it, I realized that Lin Lin cried in class for a reason ―― his parents are getting divorced recently. In a flash, I really don't know what language to use to comfort Linlin. Then, I had a brainwave: "Linlin, actually windy has a home. There are many homes, small flowers, big trees, small rivers and beautiful skirts for little girls. Linlin's family is very big, including father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, teacher and children. Linlin's home is bigger than the wind! " After listening to my words, Linlin smiled happily and went to play with his companions. Listening and not listening, two completely different attitudes, also got two completely different results.

This incident has given me a deep enlightenment: perhaps the dignity of teaching as a teacher has made us lose patience from the beginning, and we are always eager to interrupt our children's words and thoughts. Or preconceived, or rude and arbitrary, or self-righteous, or authoritative consciousness, in short, as teachers, we have too many reasons not to let our children finish their sentences. Perhaps when we were dismissive, the children's creativity was stifled, and the poetic genius idea was destroyed by us in the sober mind of the pointer.

This reminds me of a story I once read: a famous American host visited a child: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" The child naively replied, "Well, I want to be a pilot." The host then asked, "What would you do if one day your plane flew over the Pacific Ocean and all the engines died?" The child thought for a moment and said, "I'll tell the people sitting on the plane to fasten their seat belts first, and then I'll hang up my parachute and jump first." At this time, we adults may think: this child is very smart and escaped alone. But it didn't turn out that way. The host looked at the child and waited for him to finish. When the host patiently listened to the child's words, he was deeply shocked by the child's words. It turned out that the child's answer revealed a child's most sincere thought: "I'm going to get fuel to save everyone, and I'll be back!" I want to come back! " A pure and kind child's heart is cared for in listening. This is a poetic communication.

Education is inseparable from communication, and communication is inseparable from listening. Our teacher should not only be a speaker in the activity, but also be a loyal listener. But in the communication with students, we seem to have become accustomed to speaking freely and asking students to listen devoutly. In this kind of communication, there are only orders and obedience, only giving and receiving, but no understanding, equality and freedom. Children who grow up in this educational environment will never get the initiative to learn. As a result, innovation and spirit are far away from students in the teacher's surprise. Stupidity is not only reflected in their words, but even gradually erodes their minds and souls.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, education is sometimes as simple as a quiet listening full of goodwill, understanding and trust.