In my humble opinion, I despise many professions. For example, when I was a child, the dung digger in the village specialized in digging dung. He grinned and rode a broken tricycle with a smelly bucket and a dirty horse spoon in it, which looked like a beggar gang leader.
When I see him, I must stay away from him. Even though he greeted me from a distance: "XX Jiawa, is your father at home?" How is your grandfather? "I walked away silently, full of disgust. When I got home, I said to my grandfather, "The shit digger asked about you!" "In fact, his name is Cui. If he pushes forward, he is still an old relative of my family. But because I hate his works and the smell of his body, it is always commensurate with "digging shit". Grandpa said it was wrong.
Later, the old Cui who dug shit died, and another old man dug shit in the village. That old car hasn't changed, but people, technology and technology have changed. The village is full of disgruntled voices, saying that the elderly are lazy, expensive, unclean and unfriendly to people. So, I also began to miss Lao Cui, who is really the brother of "Digging Dung". I used to be really dog-eyed.
Walking in the crowded streets of Beijing every day, I will pay attention to the forehead of luxury cars, not to the "road coordinator" who directs luxury cars in the cold wind. I really despise their work.
One day, I was really circled by a traffic assistant. 180 uncle is a big man, waving a small flag in his hand, and his strong arms seem to burst out of his work clothes.
"The red light stops for a while. After a while, it won't be long." Uncle's language has a poetic format and charm, and I can't help looking intently.
"Please don't worry, there are thirty seconds. It will be safe, it will be safe. "
"Thirty seconds? So precise! " I looked intently, but my uncle didn't look at his watch, and his expression was solemn and serious.
"Come on, wait another 30 seconds, 10 seconds more need to wait. Don't worry! "
With my eyes, many eyes looked at my uncle uniformly. He stood upright like a noble statue.
The green light is on, but my heart is inexplicably moved. I have never really seen such a career, but he did it with enthusiasm. In the eyes of others, work is meaningless and difficult, but he has achieved the rhythm and beauty of poetry.
Before I took up my present job as a middle school teacher, I didn't think highly of middle school teachers. When I volunteered for the college entrance examination, I was extremely reluctant to apply for colleges marked as normal colleges. Later, my father was noncommittal: "You don't have to be a teacher to get into Beijing Normal University!" So, I'm confused.
Somehow, I became a high school teacher.
I listened to a teacher's Chinese class yesterday. He talked about the biography of planting trees and camels, an ordinary article, which was very moved by the teacher. He opened his eyes wide, up and down, and let the boring classical Chinese blossom and bear fruit.
Sometimes I think the teacher is talking about cross talk, and sometimes I think the teacher is talking about books. It's always like singing a hoop, playing cricket and shaking a burden. It's nice to say. I admire you so much.
There are no nobles in the industry, but there are 369 first-class people in the industry who treat work like first love, always full of passion for love, devote themselves wholeheartedly and sing their work into a song. The people at the bottom of the class treat their work like sworn enemies. As soon as they say it, they turn pale, complain and curse more, and are even more reluctant to do it. They always think that there is something wrong with their work, but it is actually the problem of the people who work.