May's story, May's emotion.
Flowing slowly
One day, one month, one year, the years are like water, leaving our story, blooming and falling, with endless touching.
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From time to time, I will be moved by a small move, an article, a thing, a sentence and a bright smile for a long time. When the happy "June 1" beckons to us again, there are so many beautiful memories in this month alone, amid the breeze in May and the fragrance of lilacs. My lovely children and teachers are happily collecting stories and small touches in May.
Wave and remember my blessing.
This is my student Zhang Dacong's topic on Li Bai's poem "Send a Friend". In May, the theme of our series "Walking into Traditional Culture" was "Approaching Li Bai". My students and I collected materials about Li Bai's life creation, recited and understood poems together, and wrote articles and drew pictures on poems according to comments and my own understanding and imagination. Zhang Dacong's article is eloquent, just like a person quietly telling his distant story, so there is a faint sadness in his kind and natural tone:
You always tell me that parting is the beginning of the next meeting, so I comfort myself. But I always want time to pass slowly, and then slowly. I know we have to face separation again and again. The saddest place in the world is this farewell acie law. We came to the foot of Jingting Mountain, with green hills behind us and green water in front of us. Friend, when shall we meet again after this farewell? Let's sit down and recall the good times again! Do you remember? It was also at the foot of Jingting Mountain that I wrote such a poem, "Birds fly high, lonely clouds go to leisure alone, and we never tire of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain." After reading it, you repeatedly said that as long as you are with nature, you will never be lonely. But now, you are really gone like birds and floating clouds in the sky that day, flying away like grass, leaving Jingting Mountain with me, and my heart is so sad. You said that no matter how beautiful the sunset is, there will be sunset, and tomorrow will be a new sunrise. I'll be back. We'll meet again. Then let my endless disappointment and helplessness turn into a blessing to you! In the gorgeous glow, Ma Benxiao is singing loudly. Goodbye, my friend! Wave a hand, remember my blessing, write a poem and send you on a long journey:
Send a friend away
To the north of the Great Wall is a blue mountain line, and the east side is surrounded by green water.
Here you must leave me, drift away and travel thousands of miles alone.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
The article is euphemistic and delicate, as if going through a parting with one's own soul. He not only wrote an understanding of the original poem, but also skillfully quoted two poems by Li Bai, Old Laoting and Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain. Teacher Zhang Dacong was moved by your beautiful literary talent and delicate mind.
Reading it again and again under the lamp, I smiled and thought: Li Bai, a prodigy with heroic, romantic, fresh and lively poetic style, would think that after more than a thousand years, a girl was reading his poems attentively, reciting "Farewell to Friends" repeatedly under the same bright moon, and then writing "Wave a hand and remember my blessing" in a flowing way?
Don't want to see your tears
On that day, an unhappy thing led to a lot of grievances in my heart. Sadness and dissatisfaction welled up in my heart at the moment, which made me unable to extricate myself. I sat glumly all noon.
I'm the only one in the office. It's a good chance to cry. Usually at two o'clock and one line, home-school, school-home. Go home and be happy in front of your family. At school, smile at the students. When you are depressed, there is no place to cry. Today is really good, everything is quiet, and no one can have a good cry. The more I think about it, the more I feel wronged, and the tears drop by drop. I cried for a long time and felt much better. There are classes in the afternoon. I came to the tap to wash my face. I can't give lessons to students with tears on my face. When I turned around, I almost knocked down Penny Peng. "Teacher, why are you unhappy?" "Why am I unhappy?" "Just now, I saw you crying at the window. You usually come to the classroom half an hour early at noon. Today, you didn't go. " Penny Peng looked up, his eyes moist. She added, "I know, we made you angry. You are crying, teacher. We are so sad to see it. " I held her in my arms and was moved by her concern. A gentle word almost made me cry. When he came to the front porch of the classroom, Xu stood in a row with several boys. "Teacher, I will remember your words. I will never eat snacks again. " "Teacher, I don't really want to catch chicken. I want to know how thick its hair is. " "I will finish my homework on time ..." "Teacher, don't cry, we won't make you sad again." My lovely children, they don't want their dear teachers to have sad eyes, tears on their faces and a little unhappiness, which will make them sad and deeply blame themselves. I want to say that my tears are not because of you, children. But now, I know all the explanations are redundant. Thank you, my students! Compared with you, all unhappiness is insignificant. For you, I will always smile in my heart.
But at this point, tears poured out again.
Your criticism is right.
How time flies! More than half of May has passed. During this time, I have been studying Li Bai's poems, and I have been familiar with them before. There are already thirty poems. The theme blackboard newspaper of "Approaching Li Bai" will also be changed to the third issue. When I assigned Chen Xiaoyu the task, she said to me, "Teacher, I have already designed it. I was going to send it at noon today." What a good boy! It really relieved me. When I walked into the classroom in high spirits, I found that there were two lines on the color blackboard I was expecting: I had to throw Bolt and me away from yesterday; It hurts my heart even more today. It's God's will, how apt and vivid these two words are, as if they were specially prepared for my present mood. There are two Chinese self-study classes in the afternoon. Well, Chen Xiaoyu, you broke my plan today. Chen Xiaoyu walked towards me awkwardly. I said, "What did you do at noon? I won't criticize you as long as there are good reasons. " But she opened her mouth and said nothing. I'm a little angry. "The whole class is waiting!" "After school, Wang Lai told me," In order to send a blackboard newspaper to the class, I came early at noon, but I just wrote two lines, and the newly bought pants were cut by the chairs of the students in the back row, so she had to go home and change clothes. "I think how arbitrary I am! Why not ask things clearly and criticize the children? At that time, your expression and words were cold. It's sad enough that the child's newly bought clothes have been damaged. Without a word of comfort, he was scolded by the teacher. How sad he is. I feel even more guilty at the thought of Chen Xiaoyu's wronged expression and tears in his eyes. I hurried to class. Chen Xiaoyu is writing Guan Shanyue on the stool. I held her down and sincerely said to her, "I'm sorry, Chen Xiaoyu, can you forgive the teacher? "
Chen Xiaoyu said to me seriously, "Teacher Yang, I promised to change the blackboard newspaper at noon, but I didn't do it. I thought about it. Although there are special reasons, I still broke my word. Your criticism is right. "
"Your criticism is right." The campus at dusk is quiet and there is a gentle wind. This sentence has been echoing in my ears and made me think for a long time. ...
Many times, children can be our teachers. In the face of the teacher's criticism and misunderstanding, she accepted it frankly, and her tolerance shocked me. I don't think I should criticize her if she didn't publish a blackboard newspaper because she was naughty at noon. After all, she is only a child of 10 years old, so small that she needs someone to take care of her. She needs to give them a long time to make progress again and again, grow up slowly, and always have a tolerant heart to look forward to their children's tomorrow. Two classes are precious, but who can consistently carry out each step as planned?
Thank you for your tolerance, Chen Xiaoyu. I know my heart will be more tolerant and gentler to you.
Suite in the rain
There was a sudden heavy rain in the afternoon. When I came to the classroom, Zhang Jianyu, Li Qiqi and Jin Miao were moving flowers in the rain. Zhang Jianyu told me: The rain is too heavy. If the water on the balcony does not go, the flowers will be flooded. There are also some beautiful pots of Phalaenopsis, Chinese rose and a bunch of red flowers. It would be a pity if they were destroyed by wind and rain. While speaking, they moved the last batch of flowers and jumped off the balcony. Several children were soaked through and shivering with cold. It's been raining so hard for fifteen minutes, which makes me feel bad. Looking for towels, I wiped the rain off their heads one by one, and asked my classmates with coats to borrow clothes to wear. Holding the hot tea I poured, three pairs of eyes became more sparkling. Looking at them, I can't say how happy I am: you have really grown up and become men. Just like Sasha in the article "I am not the weakest", learning to protect others, even a small flower, will make you care and let you understand the preciousness and fragility of life.
It is still raining. I divided the students into two groups and took turns to come to the corridor to watch the campus in the rain. Many words about rain can be blurted out: heavy rain, downpour, rainstorm ... children are in high spirits, pointing to the scenery in the rain and twittering around me. However, Sha Yujian came from behind and held my hand eagerly: "Teacher, I want to go downstairs to the garden." "Why?" "The goldfish you asked me to bury in the morning, I only built a very shallow soil. The rain is too heavy. Teacher, will it be very cold and washed away by the rain? " Sha Yujian said with tears in his eyes. My kind child, no, don't blame yourself. Water is the most attached home for fish. Fish is born in love the water, and it won't be cold.
The rain gradually subsided when it was postponed at night. It's still a long way from the downstairs lobby to the campus gate. None of us have rain gear. I asked the children to put coats on their heads, and if they didn't, they would be caught in the clear rain in May. But just out of the hall, the rain stopped. It turns out that Sun Xiao and Zhang Chi are holding their coats on me. I told them to put it down, but they wouldn't: "Our class discussed it, teacher. You got sick in the rain. Who will teach us? " I am speechless. I know I don't care if the rain wets my clothes, but I still hold up the child's coat.
How fresh the air is in the rain, the school gate is covered with beautiful umbrellas, and many parents are eagerly looking around to welcome their children. There are two rows of neat passing by. Their teacher is like a delicate girl with a student coat on her head today. If you happen to see it, please don't joke. That coat is a sunny umbrella held up by 60 children in the rain.
Today is the last day of May. The sky is blue, the clouds are pure white, the campus is shaded by the sun, and the lawn is full of pink sunflowers under the bright sunshine. And each of your smiling faces like flowers will be deeply imprinted in my heart. Tomorrow, there will be countless white pigeons flying for you; There will be countless flowers blooming for you. Happy June 1, my children, the teacher wants to tell you that every day, I collect many stories; Every day, my heart is full of endless emotions. I spent a day, a month and a year like this, and I spent my whole life like this. With childlike innocence and love, this is my happy life!