Choose my love (national teacher)

I am not a poet. I can't use my beautiful poems to sing my career. I am not a scholar. I can't think about my value with deep thoughts. I am not a singer. I can't use my beautiful voice to lick my position. However, I am a teacher - an ordinary elementary school teacher. I want to use the words in the treasure house of knowledge to build the best poems in my heart. I will use deep thoughts to deduce the most mysterious philosophy in my heart. I want to use the feelings of dignity to sing the most beautiful hymns in my heart - I choose, so I love.

I remember the first time I stumbled on the podium 11 years ago, and at the same time touched dozens of pure and tender and eager eyes, all my hopes have turned into colorful chalk, I know this is my starting point. . I am proud to add a lot of fun to the children's world. However, this embarrassing mentality of being a teacher of the people seems to be gradually weakened in reality. When the class teacher of a class, the burden of teaching in the language is heavily pressed against the shoulders of my not fully mature, when the children of the first grade are naughty, the naughty and naughty first-year children stand in front of me and make faces, I, a child who is not deeply involved in the world, knows little about the laws of education and teaching, and has an inadequate assessment of the difficulties and hardships, has truly experienced the taste of teachers' ordinary life and experienced the hardships and pressures. At that time, I was distressed, confused, and I was shaken after the confusion and retreat. But one thing deeply touched me, so that I found myself from the confusion, and strengthened my original intention when retreating. </P>
<P>It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it was the day when my parents were waiting for me to have a reunion dinner. I am looking forward to the sound of the school bell ringing, the ringing tone, and immediately go home from school. Just at this time, several naughty bags came to report quickly: teachers, teachers, Sheng Xiaofeng eyes are sand! I immediately followed them to the school bunker. I had several children playing with the sand and accidentally pushed the sand into the eyes of Sheng Xiaofeng. What to do, just when I am helpless, the teacher next to me reminds me: Hurry to the hospital! So I entrusted another student to the teacher and took the student to the hospital with a bicycle. </P>

<P>Sheng Xiaofeng was sore and crying. I gently comforted him. I helped the doctor to clean the eyes and drip the eye drops. After everything was done, the sweat had wet my clothes. At this time, the doctor yelled at me. After the students dropped the eye drops, they could not open their eyes immediately and must be closed. How can this student go home, although I clearly know that my parents are waiting for me, but still did not hesitate to send the student home. The student's home is far from the school. Half of the road can't even ride a bicycle. I have to drag it. In order to alleviate the suffering of the students, I used a trailer to tell the story to him. Unconsciously, he has broken through. laugh. When I settled on him, it was already very late. I had to go home with the stars and wear the moon. When I went home, I thought, the children were 7 or 8 years old. Every morning, I went so far to the school to listen to my class. How much they are? Trust me. and I? But I flinched in the face of difficulties, I was deeply shocked! When I got home, my parents had already heated the dishes three times. I saw that I was so late, my mother was distressed, and I couldn’t help but revisit: I didn’t choose to be a teacher. You should be a good teacher. Reunion dinner can't catch up! Yes! At the beginning, it was my own insistence on being a teacher. I insisted on being a child king. This is my own choice

Just arrived at the school the next day, I saw Sheng Xiaofeng holding a bouquet of glory, and rushed to me: Teacher, this osmanthus is for you! My mother's name is called sweet-scented osmanthus, you are as good as my mother! The child's flashing eyes are full of hope, I have received this seemingly ordinary sweet-scented osmanthus, but I know more clearly, this osmanthus contains a childlike heart! I did something that I should do, but I have such a high status in my child's heart. At this time, I seem to have entered a world that I have never experienced before. Is this world pure? I swear in my heart, since I have chosen this profession, I will love this profession, do my work well, work, elegance and sincerity. In this world, in the face of such children, such students, what other reasons do I have to do to try to nurture them and guide them? There is still no reason to give up their achievements, not to be vigorous, but to be down-to-earth; not to ask for a report, but to seek youth without regret!

Since then, I have been concentrating on teaching. The school leaders feel that I am suitable for teaching the lower stage and arrange for me to teach the first grade every year. I know the truth that "everything is difficult at the beginning". Leading such an arrangement is a trust to me and a challenge to my past. For the sake of children, I rarely go home to see my parents. For the sake of my children, I didn’t even have a day off for marriage. The work pays off, and the children of the first session have repaid my hard work with excellent results. Their teaching has also been recognized and endorsed by everyone. </P>

<P>In just a few years of teaching, I deeply realized that the value of teachers can only be extended and fulfilled by students. No matter which school, no matter which school they teach, I have to put all of them. Wisdom is sincerely handed over to the people below the podium. In their future life, there must be more or less guidance for me, because I am their first teacher. </P>

<P>The pursuit of never ending, the struggle forever infinite. Then, let me use my youth and enthusiasm to add the most brilliant stroke to the most brilliant career under the sun.