Teaching year

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More than ten years ago, I went to teach in a remote village in this town.

The school is located in a vast field, with a row of tile-roofed classrooms running north and south. One of them has been transformed into a two-story office, with the only entrance and exit in the middle-the school gate, which is regarded as the most important part of the campus building. To the east is a canteen and several empty houses, all of which are tile houses. The typical and simple quadrangle structure is composed of a playground centered on nearly 200 square meters of pure yellow land and a courtyard wall built with bricks on the other two sides, which is more than one person high.

Standing in the office corridor is close at hand, as if the national flag fluttering in the wind is red, which always gives people a feeling of deja vu.

This is a village-run incomplete primary school, with only four grades, and the fifth and sixth grades are in another incomplete primary school a little further away, referred to as district high school for short.

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In my impression, as a kind of public welfare, teaching should go to a poor place far from home, the west of the motherland? Yungui? Shaanxi? Xinjiang? Tibet? ..... How can it be a town more than ten miles from home? It's a little embarrassing to say. Although I have had many passionate ideas about teaching and imagined all kinds of teaching, I have never paid attention to the remote villages of this town.

The clear sky in early autumn is particularly far away, and the endless blue is embedded with the bright white of a few misty white clouds, and there are wild geese who don't know where to go. On both sides of the road, phoenix trees stand upright, and Ye Er with huge hands dances with the wind. Crispy green is slightly yellow or reddish, and the seasons change without losing elegance. At the inconspicuous corner, the car turned on a gravel road and stopped at the gate in a few words.

All five of us teach in this area, but we are in different villages and small areas. In the early morning of the first day of school, take your positions and start a one-year teaching plan.

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The school gate is very simple. The two iron gates are iron frames welded with thick iron and fixed in the middle of the north-south fence. A big iron lock is in charge of school duty in turn.

The moment I stepped into the school gate, a shady meadow in the northwest corner of the school wall shocked my eyes: a huge canopy, clusters of dark green layers, and branches trembled gently. The stout tree looks stout because of its dense branches and leaves, and it has a great momentum of falling down. Autumn sun doesn't seem to penetrate the branches and leaves, but it just circles the crown outline intact in the corner of the playground. It must be meaningful to think about sheltering from the wind and rain under this tree.

The playground is not paved with cement, the compacted pure soil is light yellow, and there are some stubborn grasses, which are sparse, fragile and full of vitality. The thick green tone is like giving the monotonous loess a sense of life.

The headmaster greeted me at the door. After smiling and saying a few polite words, he pointed to a two-story building with spacious rooms and told me that the office was upstairs.

The office is bright and transparent. There are two old-fashioned large glass windows on the east and west walls, and two or three ochre-colored wooden window frames are inlaid with small square glass. Along the bright windows, you can accommodate the colors and gestures of creation at any time. You can pay attention to distant fields and nearby fields, you can also be fascinated by the blue sky and white clouds, you can even listen to gossip and insects, and of course there may be occasional birds resting under the eaves. It turns out that nature and people can be so close! Why find a place to forget the dust?

Six or seven desks and three big wardrobes are all the most common wood, with a slightly mottled paint color, which looks a bit old and heavy. But the countertops have been wiped clean and the ground has been carefully cleaned. In addition, the books are placed neatly and in the right place, especially the wall newspaper and pure chalk handwriting, which shows the organizer's versatility and eye-catching rules and forms, and invisibly enriches the office atmosphere.

This is the only office for principals and teachers, and all the education and teaching affairs outside the classroom are handled here. It can be said that every teacher's dynamics have no privacy.

I'm not used to every move at work being glamorous in public!

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The desks are opposite, and I face the headmaster.

The headmaster is a normal alumnus, a handsome boy in his early thirties, and also a fourth-grade Chinese teacher. We have participated in various Chinese teaching seminars and are familiar with each other, but there is no positive communication in words. I've heard a lot about his shrewdness and ability. Isn't it better to see than to listen?

For my arrival, people in the office either smiled and nodded, or whispered a few kind words, even the opening remarks of the principal seemed relaxed and natural:

"Dear teachers, this is our beauty teacher who has heard a lot about you. Sister Rainbow, you are my idol. Let me introduce myself ... "

I smiled sincerely, greeted someone at that place and made a simple introduction. As soon as the voice stopped, applause sounded, and I was a little overwhelmed and moved for a while. Then the teachers talked and laughed at home, which brought us closer, and I soon calmed down.

"clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang." The open field seems to have some kind of shock and echo. Before listening carefully, the children's voices on campus sang happily together. The teacher who should attend the class went downstairs and looked up at a tree in the northwest corner of the campus. His heart was full of excitement and splash.

I can't believe I can still hear such a bell. A long iron block with some thickness, one foot square, with several small holes evenly distributed in the middle. There is a thick wire hanging in the corner of the office building, accompanied by a small hammer. How can there be such a time difference in the same town? Is this why we teach?

The school assigned me a Chinese class for the third grade and a music class for the whole school, and I gladly accepted it. The headmaster told me to get familiar with the environment in the morning and come to class in the afternoon. He also warmly invited me to his house for lunch.

During the morning recess, the students didn't do exercises between classes, let alone do eye exercises. They all left the classroom, and the playground was boiling instantly. Little people shuttle, run, bend over, play games, and really return to the taste of nature! Others were sent to the office, and when they saw the teacher, they bowed their heads slightly and said nothing, as if they were ready to listen to the teachings; The first-grade students are all alike, and their black eyes are only staring at the teacher's mouth, and they always ask questions with a serious attitude. The teacher's anger was reconciled and resolved by this lovely little cute. It's good to have a lovely conversation in a soft voice!

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After school, the teachers said goodbye to each other and left the office. A burly teenage boy came in:

"Teacher, my parents invite you to my house for dinner." Smiling eyes, fleshy face, red and bright, I really want to pull.

"I guess you are the headmaster's son, fourth grade." Actually, there is no need to guess.

"I also know that you are the new teacher in town, to teach. During the summer vacation, I heard my dad say ... "The child is very talkative and always pops up some marginal dialects. I will be confused for a few seconds. He has no sense of distance from me and keeps his mouth shut. Strangely, his voice is a little thick, not as sweet as other children. I followed him all the way to a row of tile houses in the northeast of the campus, where the kitchen was and the trees were.

On Xiao Mu's desk are hot dishes, fried peanuts and several dishes of vegetables, which seem to grow in the ground, a large plate of potato roast chicken and a large bowl of ribs seaweed soup.

"Good capable! Did the lady do it? "

"Oh, Mr. Hong, please help yourself, just like going home. Don't be an outsider. " This is a woman's voice. She is the headmaster's wife. She came out of the next room with a bowl and chopsticks. "Sit down and eat some children's food first." She quickly scooped up the soup for me. ...

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This is my first meal in a teaching school, and it is also the first time I have seen a woman who "goes up to the hall and goes down to the kitchen" in the countryside-

The skin is delicate and fair, with fine eyebrows and big eyes. A pair of long legs, slim figure, fit waist, long camel thin trench coat, light blue tight-legged jeans and white sneakers. This kind of casual wear is nothing unusual. I seldom see her hair: it is dark and thick, and it is tied into a thick ponytail with a generous black hair band at will, smooth and thick to the waist, and none of it is broken. She said she had never dyed it. Every time I go to the barber's, the shampoo master will praise her for her good hair quality, and she doesn't need to decorate it as a hair model. If you want to pull a ponytail, you have to pull it with both hands.

She is a substitute teacher in our school. She is a second-grade Chinese teacher and does all the housework. She is a good teacher in the class. The family lives in a big room next to the school office. When they open the door, they can see two beds, one big and one small, next to each other. Low-angle cabinets are arranged in a row and neatly stacked.

It can be said that she and the principal are my first batch of new colleagues. Although I don't know what impression this couple has on me, I can feel friendly and affectionate. She told me to have lunch together in the future so as not to cook alone. Up to now, the delicious hot food is still vivid and mouth-watering.

Because of the noise, the campus at noon is surprisingly quiet, except for the occasional cicada singing and bird singing, which come from all directions of the field, and my heart is a little quiet. Standing in the shade of the northeast corner, the wind swept over the treetops, and Ye Er was playing like a sand hammer, enjoying "no wonder I long for a simple life".

Soon, the children came one after another and the campus became lively again.

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I came to the classroom very early in the afternoon, with light blue pan-colored wooden doors, old-fashioned small glass windows and loess ground. What an old house this is! There is a long and narrow table, even a podium, in front of the low cement blackboard. More than a dozen small tables, short benches, three vertical groups, staring at each other, counting in my heart, full 18, so many children?

When I came, several children looked timidly through the window. Whether they are from this class or not, I ignore them. It is inevitable that children will be shy in front of strangers. Only when they say "when-when-when-"will they return to their positions. I tidied up the podium and blackboard, and also cleaned the corner and window sill of the classroom. There are more lovely faces by the window. I crowded in and heard whispers.

Accompanied by the bell, the children ran from the playground to the classroom, seemingly ignoring my existence. "Students, be late to make a report, such as the teacher allowed to enter the classroom. This is courtesy and a rule. " I scanned it gently. I saw that little hand held high.

"Please say it." "Teacher, Teacher Zhang said that we are a family, so don't talk so much." It's the first time I heard this fantastic statement, but I like it very much. Should I do as the Romans do?

Then introduce yourself, the children are bolder and more confident than expected, and the interaction is relaxed and happy. In their view, there is another member in this family who is not familiar with each other, but they are willing to believe and love me.

Who says the countryside is a small place? Children in small places have never seen the world?

They know that the fields are cultivated in time, and the 24 solar terms in the Song Dynasty are nonsense; They know that rice is delicious and how to match the water in the pot with rice; They know the best seasonal dishes in each season; They also know that they must do their own thing. ...

The children brought their own kindness and warm energy, which moved me very much. I study hard, but I don't want to fall behind because of my poor foundation. Many times, they approached me actively and told me the strange things I experienced: there was a swallow's nest under the eaves overnight; The mouse gave birth to a litter of mice in the woodshed; Duck eggs are twisted. ...

I teach children to write a pen well and then learn to speak in words, teach children to read emotionally and then approach the Millennium Chinese studies, teach children to sing happily and then be full of enthusiasm. In the dark, an indescribable beauty connects me with the children with the light of hope, hiding all kinds of unaccustomed before.

Soon I will relax and deal with everything in the office. Talk freely with teachers to prepare lessons, speak out about the omissions in education and teaching, trust suggestions and be honest with each other. Perhaps this is the core meaning of teaching!

Almost every day, teachers or parents bring their own seasonal vegetables for us to taste in advance. At lunch, we can always enjoy the pastoral food cooked by the headmaster's beautiful wife. I thanked them, and they said, "Mr. Hong, there are many such things in our country, which are not worth much money. Don't be disgusted! "

Come and go, get along for a long time, because of the unity of personality, I have formed a profound friendship with my sixth sister. Ten years have passed, and the true feelings of each other have become stronger in the years.

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Plain days are full of fragrant fireworks, warm and friendly, and every day is hurried and calm!

In the morning and evening, I ride my bike back and forth, which is unique to me. Walk slowly along the gravel road and watch the clouds roll and the grass wither; The smell of trees is full of fragrance, and the ground is fragrant; Listening to the wind blowing through Yuan Ye, birds are singing. Everywhere I go, I stop to play songs and occasionally hear one or two calls: "Hello, Teacher Hong!" " Smile and appreciate each other.

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Sometimes there will be things far beyond expectations! That year's teaching, I would like to use poor words and try my best to splash ink!