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On a sunny spring day, several schools held a sports meeting together. I was responsible for recording my scores. Many children who had been taught in my previous school came to talk to me, which made me sigh with emotion, after three years of absence, these children and boys have grown taller and stronger, and girls have become more beautiful. Teacher, what are you going to do? Why don’t you teach me? Do you still teach me? At that time, what did you give me to eat. …….. In the days after that day, my mind has been wandering in the primary school where I once taught. The experience of that year was a memory that I could never forget and an indispensable spiritual wealth in my life. I taught math classes in two classes. One class had more than 40 children. At that time, I lived and ate in the school, a small house of more than ten square meters, a bed, a table and a chair, this is my home. Strange and fresh, simple and warm. Gradually I became familiar with my children. I found that those children were so cute. During the break, I found that many children ran to the brigade headquarters, ran back in a hurry, wiped their mouths with their sleeves all the way, and joined the playing team again, I went to drink cold water. I felt pity immediately and went back to the house. I fanned the boiled water with books and let them drink it. I found that no amount of water was enough for them to drink. Several girls came to play with me after dinner. There is a girl who looks very beautiful. I think her mother must be very beautiful, too. However, when her mother left, she lived with her grandmother because her father found a new mother. I was surprised. The children were so noisy, but there was something heavy in my heart. From then on, I will send her some small gifts and get in touch with them. I find that she is a very simple and kind girl, and we are just like good friends. Time flies so fast. In this year, I took language classes, ideological and moral classes, social classes and music classes with my children. I went to the fields to water vegetables and fly kites with them, picking small flowers in ditches, life at that time was like a queen. I didn’t realize the value of my life and the growth of my life until I became the head teacher and really communicated with my children. Looking back on the past days, I found that my real learning was after becoming a teacher, and my real growth was after studying hard. I just want to give children a chance to meet each other in life with simple feelings and coarse words, and give myself a chance to embrace life and wipe life, and fulfill my responsibility as a teacher, so I chose the communication of words. I talked with my students to shape their hearts. When I read a good article in class, I wanted to read it to my classmates. Many good fragments of Yu Yujun’s childhood were written down by my classmates and told them: this is a good way to accumulate words and sentences, which will be very useful in the future. After lunch, everyone read the two books I took from the reading room well in the classroom during that time. Some good fragments of words and sentences were extracted and copied on an excerpt. Li Wenjing asked immediately: teacher, is this a good word? I took a look: Yes, good word, the word you are looking for is very good! She was very happy. Zhuang Ziyun: if the accumulation of water is not thick, then its negative boat is also weak; If the accumulation of wind is not thick, then its negative wing is also weak. I don’t have too much hope. I just want to touch every child with my heart, spend their precious three years, and leave them some memories of getting along with teachers and students. I want every child to be happy. I also want to be the happiest teacher. Children give back with sincere understanding and love, and enrich my life with the brilliance of life. I thank my children. Thank you, the children who passed by, for letting me know again: all the things happening today will become wonderful memories, as long as we sow the seeds of love, what will be left to us will be beautiful…….. Dear child, let me pour you a cup of cool moonlight, let the boundless care shorten the distance and lengthen the missing, dear child, let me stand as a flowering tree for you, let the silent watch, blossom the fragrance of people, and have colorful fantasies. Dear child, let me cut a good time for you, through the years, carefully treasure, let’s go through the years and go far away together. There is no trace in the fleeting time, and the sleeves are full of dark fragrance……… My love to you! 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. 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