Hongshiyan Primary School, where I teach, is located in the urban-rural fringe. There are green fields, dense forests, and the oncoming breeze mixed with the smell of wheat straw.
There are only over sixty children in the school. In the fifth grade, I only brought seven children, six of whom had parents who worked outside for many years.
The huge classroom is empty, but when you see seven children's expectant eyes, you have an impulse to accompany them to grow up.
Yes, behind every child, there is a family, and every family wants their children to succeed. Every child is very important and needs us to keep the fire of love.
I study hard with seven children. We read aloud and spell together. I told them the story in the text and the world outside the mountain, trying to light up their dreams.
Rural children don't have enough books, so I ask for help everywhere, collect books from non-profit organizations, and set up a class book corner. For rural children, more than 500 books are a treasure, and everyone is very happy. Their extracurricular life is very rich.
I not only took my children to read, but also encouraged them to write poems boldly, writing one poem after another. The students' grandparents said that the teacher taught really well, but I didn't expect my little grandson to become a child prodigy who could write poetry!
/kloc-Xiaohua, 0/0 years old, wrote the poem "Birthday"-my parents always did when I was a child/even if I told them it was my birthday, they would only tell me coldly/"Happy Birthday"/I didn't know until I grew up/they just forgot my birthday/theirs because they were busy with work.
I am very moved to see this little poem, because Xiaohua's parents have been working outside for many years; I am also very touched, because Xiaohua learned to understand the difficulties of her parents. I think we must celebrate the collective birthday for seven children in Obana, so that they will be moved differently.
I borrowed cucurbit silk, practiced with my children and made up a birthday program. The children are still eating delicious cakes together with tears in their eyes.
Fortunately, Xiaohua's poems were published in Poems of Light. The publication also specially prepared a picture for him-a child, holding a lighted heart, walking in the crowd of Zaixi.
I grew up with my children. We planted flowers and wrapped jiaozi together, which made every child feel at home, and everyone had a bright smile on his face.
When I graduated, in order to leave a precious graduation photo for my children, I tried my best to borrow a bachelor's uniform, and the children danced, danced and laughed happily in it. I believe that these children must be the brightest little stars and will shine in the future sky.
The children went to the new school, and I also came to teach at Macheng No.6 Primary School. I realize more and more that education is the cause of Lide Shu Ren, which requires both teaching and educating people. A good teacher in the new era should not only teach children knowledge, but also give them warmth and touch.
There are 47 children in our class. Student Xiaojin was brought up by his grandparents for some reason. Grandparents sell breakfast for a living and get up early every day to start work. On weekends, other parents take their children out to play, and they have to sell breakfast and prepare materials. The work is very heavy.
On the weekend, I specially took Xiaojin and invited two friends to climb Wunao Mountain. We run on the hillside, distinguish words in front of stone walls, and drill caves in the jungle.
On that day, Xiaojin was so happy that we waved to the distant mountain together. In the distance, there is a future that children yearn for. Xiaojin said, thank you, teacher. Thank you. I will study hard to build a beautiful motherland and become prosperous in the future.
Dear child, thank you, too! It is you who made me realize that teaching and educating people is a great cause! It is you who make me feel that as teachers in the new era, we have great responsibilities and glorious missions!