Education

Education is a career that needs passion, but now, our life is often enveloped by deep tiredness. Going out early and returning late, wearing stars and moon, a kind of tiredness came day after day unexpectedly in a cold morning, which made the hurried steps seem sluggish; The late night lights eulogized by people gradually lost their brilliance, it enriches others’ life, but also makes us question the meaning of our monotonous life. Continuing a passion requires faith. Faith was once our motto in the garden of our life, learning from high school as a teacher and being a fan. Life supported by faith showed a vivid face, those trivial troubles have the same power with all the joy felt in education, which makes people feel annoyed and delighted when recalling. However, daily life will gradually wear the luster of belief, and people who live for the purpose will often be denied by the purpose. In a life with faith, goals are always higher than reality, so we often have to bear loss. When what we expect does not always appear as scheduled, tiredness comes quietly and passion does not exist. This is the current situation of education. This is the inevitable psychological state of our career. Education under a psychological background of tiredness shows the atmosphere of late autumn, lacking of life Gas. Education, the internal motivation of creating people’s career, is dispelled, and the aesthetic feeling of the education process itself is also dispelled. At the same time, the life meaning of practitioners is also dispelled. Education activities dominated by tiredness become the stylized behavior of being a monk hitting a clock one day. The Living communication between life and life is blocked, and the passionate dream becomes dull. Therefore, I had to find new stimulation points outside education; Tourism. Photography. Calligraphy. Tea. Playing ball games, playing cards and so on, the real life suddenly shows more outstanding colors than dreams. But on a rainy night, we felt tired again. The scenery of every place seemed to be the same. The world of images was just like life, and the highest realm of calligraphy was as unfathomable as teaching, tired as fog, it’s coming again, making people disappointed and I’m very tired. Then, why am I tired? Isn’t a person who can finally walk in his dream happy? Or, my original dream was a fake dream. In fact, what I wanted most in my childhood was not to be a teacher or the atmosphere of standing on the platform? Why do our ideals always seem so great when we were young but become so small when we grow up? Why can our eyes pass through the universe in childhood, but when we grow up, we can only look at our toes with our heads lowered? Why did we stand in front of our parents and teachers with our hands behind our backs when we were young, but when we grew up, we became speechless, even ashamed to mention it? Why did our ideals deteriorate? Why do we grow up and live without faith? Because what we accept is a kind of heroic education. What is our ideal? Why is the bigger our goal, the easier it is to give up? Why can’t we have an ideal more suitable for our inner needs? We are often ashamed because our ideals are not ambitious enough. We like to be a doctor but feel ashamed that our ideals are not angels in white, we like to be a worker but we are sad that our ideal is not an engineer. We like singing but must say that I want to be a singer? If being a teacher becomes a dream, then we will easily feel tired. Isn’t it? Because we are living for a purpose. I only hope that I am an ordinary and happy doctor, a nurse in a white coat, and a worker who likes machines, he is a person who will sing a song by watching a tree or a lamp beside him on his way home at dusk. If one does not live for purpose, life will show all its exquisiteness in front of us. Enjoy the process is enough. Purpose will not give us passion, only the process is refreshing. Giving students a smile is to build a spiritual communication channel; Telling a joke is to make life relaxed and beautiful. If I have some time, then I will have a meal with my students. It doesn’t matter if we talk happily or have nothing to say, because I believe I like the process of being with students, and students will also enjoy the joy of getting along with each other. Passion revived inch by inch. Teachers regain their lives because they regain their faith. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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