Warm

The issue of “If you are the one” I watched last night deeply touched me again. What teacher Meng Fei did was so touching. My feeling at that time was that the heavy haze on my head was torn apart suddenly, revealing the blue and clear sky. There is warmth in the world! And I kept thinking. As long as there are people like Meng Fei, the world will not be so bad that it makes people desperate. A disheartened person changes his mind, turns back to the shore, and regains the information of life. However, they are still plotting, discussing and researching to introduce a more precise and perfect management system. There is no best, only better. Constantly improve, upgrade and add weights, so as to maximize the work efficiency. They firmly believe that they are sacred, far-sighted, safe and 102% right, and have already shown the best ideal blueprint in their hearts. Seeing the headmaster standing in front of the building, a senior director leaned forward with a flattering and pleasing smile. Principal, early! The director of the class talked about it, and then said: Some teachers didn’t speak consciously, so they went to the classroom in a hurry when they were ready. When he said that, his eyes turned round, and luckily he met a unlucky person, so the senior director shouted harshly: then who? Which grade? Also don’t hurry? Count late! Looking back, Mimi looked at the headmaster with a smile, hesitating and hesitating. The headmaster said generously: If you have something to say, just say it, but it doesn’t matter. What is director level talking about? It turned out to be a new measure of the school recently. In order to strengthen the management of teachers’ attendance, the school has purchased several facial recognition devices, requiring teachers to brush their faces four times a day. The time was arranged in this way: for the second time, the director of level 11:10 11:40 praised the brilliance of this scheme, no one could cheat, and you couldn’t face it, even God can’t cover it. The headmaster’s face was pleasant and he nodded slightly. This measure was the result of his study in other places. However, the senior director said again, he found a fatal disadvantage of this measure: Teachers are easy to exploit loopholes. After many teachers brushed their faces for the first time, they did not sit in the office honestly to prepare lessons, change homework and work, but ran away to do their own personal affairs, it was my second face brushing time and I came back again. The headmaster obviously disagreed, which he had expected in advance. So many brother schools do this, and it is said that the enrollment rate has been greatly increased. Why can’t our school work? Besides, there is no perfect solution? The senior director, who was always good at observing and speaking, was sophisticated, but this time he made a mistake. He thought that he talked about the principal’s heart again, and talked happily about the benefits of manual naming before. Three points a day, what is amazing is the irregular call in the middle. I caught you once and was not here, This whole day is nothing. See who doesn’t stay in the office? Even if it is dead, dead, dead grinding. As long as a person is in the office, he is not afraid of his heart. I thought it could be said like this. The senior director took a small step closer to the principal, and the principal couldn’t help stagging his body backward, unable to hide his disgust. However, Director level was confused for a moment and couldn’t stop the conversation: In this way, the facial recognition instrument was combined with manual roll call, and there was a surprise inspection in the middle …… the principal waved his big hand and made a stop action, say decisively: OK! So far, we should do this first. The headmaster hates being denied. The director of the class immediately kept silent like a chill, and Fang seemed to wake up from a dream. Knowing his mistake this time, he didn’t shoot it when flattering. Therefore, he hurried to remedy: of course, this new measure has great advantages …… the headmaster walked away with his hands behind his back. Director level was stunned, and he felt uneasy in his heart. He even didn’t expect to straighten his waist for a long time. What he didn’t expect was that the principal, who walked a few steps away, suddenly stopped, turned back and said to him again: Your idea is good, and I will consider it later. Director Chang of the senior level breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. He couldn’t help scolding angrily in his heart: Damn it. On Saturday, get up at 5: 30 in the morning, go to early reading tutoring, have two regular classes in the morning, have two regular classes in the afternoon, and have two weekly invigilation exercises in the afternoon. As night fell, the campus street lamps gave out dim light, piteously shining on the road. I walked to my home with exhaustion, sadness and boundless. Home is close at hand, but I clearly feel it is close at hand. Seven classes a day, imagine, crazy? The same is true for another day of the week. Tutoring in the morning, two regular classes in the morning and two tutoring classes in the evening. In addition, the last class in the afternoon and the first class in the evening are required to attend classes. That is to say, it was originally the time for students to study freely by themselves, but now they are all allocated to teachers, each of whom has two classes a week. At that time, you need to watch and watch in the classroom, playing the role of supervision and supervision. This is also the precious experience introduced from foreign schools. The stone of the mountain can attack Jade. The teachers have already received enough textbooks and the workload is full. The two extra guards out of thin air make people feel that they are the last straw overwhelming the camel. A text message arrived, sent by our senior director. The director of our age came out through many years of experience in the hot front line. He couldn’t be more clear about the specific and meticulous teaching work. He knew a lot of things, but he only smiled bitterly, shook his head, hardened his heart and wiped his face. The coal he echoed was white. In his position, he should seek his own politics. Following the trend, our senior director is becoming more and more like that. From time to time, he beat small side drums and alarm bells for us, such as this message: Dear colleagues, we should strengthen our work. There are classes and no classes. It is reported that the municipal education commission and its party have been conducting surprise inspections in primary and secondary schools in recent days. Many teachers have been severely warned and punished in informed criticism in the city, and their salary has been deducted for one month. Those who do not want to regret may be revoked the teacher qualification certificate. Colleagues, don’t touch the nails. Look out for themselves. We always forget to give a warm reminder at the end of the text message from our senior director. It makes people feel a little warm from it. I believe that there is still humanity in this world, not all of which are cold. We have heard about the teachers in informed criticism of the municipal education commission. One of the teachers who taught Chinese was informed that the homework was not corrected seriously. Because, I found that there were three wrong words in a student’s composition. There is also a teacher who leaves work during working time and goes to eat and fire. According to the teacher, he came early in the morning to have morning reading tutoring, and then had two classes in the morning. After class, he felt hungry, so he went to the snack stand outside to fill his stomach. However, it is such a bad luck! At the crucial moment, the Education Commission’s troops arrived. He regretted and beat his chest: if he had known this, even if he died of hunger, he would still stay in his seat in the office. The sky seems to be obscure, dim, without the sun, the cold wind swish. I have to ask the cart to install enough, and the pressure on my back buckles into the meat. I don’t know the life of the next moment, and a whip is floating in front of me, the saddest and most tragic thing in life is nothing more than the rule of people and eating people. Why can’t you be kind? Humanitarian some? When I saw this issue of “If you are the one”, my heart suddenly burst into mist and suddenly touched the warmth of sunshine in winter. Thank you very much, teacher Meng Fei! At ten o’clock in the evening, the man finally settled down, leaning against the head of the bed and leaning on the bed, tired, sad, annoyed and angry. He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, regardless of what was going on, I will push them all away and push them out of the clouds, regardless of them. I want to watch TV at this moment! On Saturday, I enjoyed “if you are the one” by Jiangsu Satellite TV. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t turned on the TV for a long time and didn’t watch “if you are the one”. I felt uncomfortable again. I was busy all day, nervous and didn’t know what I was busy, anyway, there are so many unexpected things waiting for you to deal with, do and deal with every day. You are in a daze, at a loss and in a hurry. Soon I entered the program, but unexpectedly, this issue was so wonderful! I like another poem written by old Mr. Zang Kejia: “stars” The night sky is another world, and no one will exclude anyone. …… then, what about our world? Obviously, there is also warmth. Didn’t teacher Meng Fei send out a thick warmth? It not only warms the Tianjin guy, but also warms everyone present and the people in front of the TV. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Spring *

Why is there a little coolness when the breeze blows over the face? A touch of fingertips, wet, feels salty. I always see the camphora trees on both sides of the road shed leaves in spring, which may also be one of them. It is obvious that they have passed the severe winter. Walking on the Boulevard, leaves were separated in pieces. They were green and red, but they still fell down. The Sound of crack and crack was their last breath. I can’t cover my ears, or even dare not. Someone has to bear the last sound. Because maybe a spring rain, maybe a road cleaning, they will lose their voice and eventually turn into a blank soil. I was the only one on this road. This road was so long that nothing happened except fallen leaves and nothing happened except fragmentation. Walk quietly, dare not look back, also dare not take out the phone to find someone to talk, is I need a quiet environment, or this environment needs me, maybe Tai Chi… Withering and withering are a choice. The chosen one is naturally good. As long as it is not painted with green paint, the one not selected is not bad. Naturally, let it return to dust, soil to soil, and return again, if the soul is reborn again, it may change its appearance, but the essence remains the same. No, maybe the nature of some leaves has changed, which may be more suitable for survival, but I still think the constant essence is what history chooses. Suddenly there was a fallen leaf in front of me, holding it with both hands. The unyielding soul made me tremble. It is telling, I am listening, Zi Qi and Bo Ya. Under mountain water. As if I heard something, I smiled and put it under a tree. This is what it expected, then I will finish it for it. Unconsciously, it was a long way to the end of the road, but I felt it was so short. Some sounds came from my ears. It was the voice of Spring Silkworms, the first love of tender buds, the gathering news and my heartfelt voice. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Tired

I don’t know what it is, and I don’t know whether it is narrow or not. Occasionally, it gives birth to a kind of artistic conception. I always want to go to the Peach Blossom Garden of old Mr. Tao Yuanming, and I also want to enjoy Walden Lake leisurely, I want to stay in Thoreau’s cabin for a few more days,. Some of the above thoughts will definitely say that Zhang is a real Utopia who is half drunk when drinking old papaya. Stop, my friend, I also thought that if everyone went to live in the cabin like me, the world would seem too angry, and I guess the cabin would be crushed, moreover, no one in the city will live full of monsters. And if all the men in this world are handsome and cool artists, and all the women are plastic-made and cloned as beautiful as Monroe’s electric flash, I don’t know whether the weird Palace is equally monotonous or boring, A deafening? Anyway, many ideas are generated by the impact of reality. If there is no reverence for returning to the pure nature, and at the same time there is a lack of memory for the lost childlike innocence and innocence, it is a poor spiritual loss, and it is also a kind of sorrow after manic. Nowadays, people’s eagerness for quick success and instant benefits is more than calm and plain, impetuous than quiet and indifferent, dazzling is more than keeping up their eyes, plundering is more than giving up, calculating and attacking is more open-minded and calm, and losing is more than thinking, desire is higher than ability, and you are desperate to forget the days. Everyone is tired. This is what tired? Heart tired. Hard work, migrant workers, workers and peasants, and traveling for their livelihood are really tiring, which is worthy of our sympathy and care from the society. However, blindly pursuing the so-called high level, blindly comparing with others, having more money, having more power, having more big houses, having more wide cars, and having no peace, it is always tiring. It should be said that it is self-seeking to live in a villa and drive a BMW to be a little honey to raise a second room. Why are we lost? Why are we tired? We are always comparing with others. Most of my heart is tired because of being shackled by utility and covered by secular dust. Life is long, tired and not tired are relative. People who are far away from the city live a simple life. They work at Sunrise and rest at sunset. Their bodies are tired, but their minds are stable and peaceful. They will be happy if they have a small achievement. Their hearts are not tired. Most people in the city go out in a hurry and walk on the road in a hurry. People are in a hurry to get promoted and get rich. They are in a hurry every day and sometimes. If they don’t stop chasing people, how can they not feel tired? Life is just like a journey. People who often put down the burden and rest are relaxed, while those who don’t rest are always tired and panting. Death from overwork is life burning too much in middle age. The amount of oil in the plate of life is equal, and if the wick is set slowly, the lighting time can be prolonged. Therefore, what is calm is a mountain, and what is impatient is a fire. Those who are quiet are happy to ease poverty, while those who are impatient are not as good as chickens. Relevant statistics of Hong Kong after the war showed that over 90% of the people who became rich overnight, such as gambling and winning lottery, were unhappy in the latter half of their lives, and some of them were even more miserable than before becoming rich. Yes, the plain and simple life is always the most stable, fulfilling and comfortable, and also the most happy. The tranquil life leads to the highest state of life, which is as quiet as water. There is a couplet in a teahouse in Chengdu: be busy in name, be busy in profit, take leisure time in your busy schedule, and drink a cup of tea/work hard, work hard, work hard and enjoy yourself, then pour a bowl of wine. Who says no? If you are tired, you should take it easy. After all kinds of painful struggles, there are milk, bread, coffee and wine. Come on, drink strong tea and old wine, and you will deeply realize that strong tea concentrates exhaustion, and old wine overflows warmth, life has returned to the origin of life. Quiet, desire is no longer arrogant, romance is no longer young, the world is like a dream, fame and wealth are old, what is left? Day. Life doesn’t need much at first. If you always want to be rich compared with the sky, how can you stop and how can you not be tired. In fact, in the life of flowers and wine, the soul is close to hell, and what accumulates after vent is still agitated, because there is always a tired word in God’s undetermined heart. It turns out that oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are full of romance in daily life, and the idle life is full of relaxation and happiness. The day as light as white water is heaven! The core idea of Thoreau’s Walden is voluntary poverty. This American writer of French descent guided people to explore returning to nature 150 years ago. He said: simple life is a kind of knowledge, which has always been despised by people, but it cannot be ignored by others. However, what we get tired of is nothing more than the manic demand for nature, which complicates the originally simple life. Put down the burden of desire, force yourself to make a trip, get close to nature, and practice low-level life and wild life. If you can’t go out, at least go for a walk in the dead of night, or find a friend to chat. If you can’t squeeze this time out, well, just lie straight on the bed before you go to sleep, relax yourself and take a deep breath, and imagine the eighth state: let the blue sea and blue sky, rivers and mountains, forests and green waves, grassland scenery, pastoral scenery and long white clouds flash in your mind. Let Yourself approach the nature in the way of illusion. Please believe that what we lost from joy can often be found in our imagination of nature. The pain brought by our overconceited body and mind and excessive desire can be saved in returning to nature. If you are tired, take a step back and try to look back and compare with each other, and be a wise man who adjusts himself in life. Just like when the bus arrives at the station, people who are eager to get off the bus will always retreat behind wisely. Take it easy, leave a piece of time for yourself, throw away the entanglement of the world of mortals, and make a short journey of spiritual return. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…