Teacher Zhang Baotong

He is a gardener, but he is not a gardener. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoGardeners have spring ploughing and autumn harvests. You have been working hard all year round, but you are all for others. When the student grows up and graduates, he leaves you and becomes a cadre, a scholar, a model worker, a hero. You, or the teacher, a spring silkworm, a candle.

Like a mirror, you use the image of the teacher to reflect yourself and your own image to the students. You can forgive a student a hundred times, but you can't allow yourself to make a mistake. You don't have to ask your students for babble because you know that teaching by example is more important than words.

It's not a mother, it's better than a mother. Immerse yourself in the psychology of the students, and patiently teach them every calculation. You don't yell at naughty students, and you don't spoil good students. A strict word, a love word, like a wisp of love, like a trickle, warmly, silently watering the children's hearts.

You have eight hours and you don't have eight hours away, and your job is your job whenever and wherever your students are. During the day, you are like a hard-working bee surrounding the flowers, and at night, you are preparing for class under the lamp, like a mother nervously rushing to make her child's cotton clothes. You are a beloved teacher for your students, but not a competent mother and wife. My wife hasn't eaten a ready-made meal after work, and you don't have time to help you review for the college entrance examination. Your time, your heart, belong to the student.

Not a silkworm, not a candle, not satisfied with a small devotion, not a teardrop of sorrow, you are a wise and wise cultivator, a disseminator of knowledge and civilization. On the hot soil that you have worked hard to water, the seeds bloom again and again, and bear fruit again and again, with the muddy fragrance of the garden soil, with the love of the garden soil, and go to a new land to bloom a piece of more colorful flowers and bear a piece of more abundant fruit. At the same time, you have left a piece of comfort, a piece of nostalgia, a piece of hope, and a piece of respect in your garden.