Leading teachers: Hello everyone! Watching the new teacher solemnly swear under the national flag, my heart is filled with emotion, and my heart is filled with emotion: youth is priceless! Long live youth! After listening to teacher Jie Zheng's report, I was shocked and moved again: this is how steel is tempered! Today, I stand on this extraordinary podium and tell a most ordinary story with mixed feelings in my heart. Where should I start? I feel that teaching is a poetic profession since I was a child, perhaps because of my mother's unconscious prenatal education. As a result, the teachers of Sanbao Primary School (Taijiang Shixiao) often see a thin little girl, babbling, waving a pointer and learning to be a teacher; Perhaps because of fate, in the endless wheel of life, there is an ordinary teacher in Fuzhou teaching circle. He was born for Chinese and came here happily for his dream. Although I am tired, even if I feel bored occasionally, I am willing to "turn flowers into dust" in children's smiling faces like flowers, to experience the surging passion of life with diligence, to listen to the wonderful melody of teaching with heart, to capture the beautiful moment of growth with happiness and to care for children's tender hearts with love. Whether it is brilliant or cloudy, I am happy and happy on the way to education and teaching. In short, the source of my happiness and happiness is eight words: diligence, happiness, care and love! 1. Diligence is the cornerstone of growth. The writer Jun Qing once said a meaningful sentence: "A person's life is very long, but there are often only a few steps at the crucial time, especially when he is young." In the eyes of my colleagues, I am an excellent teacher in Fujian, a model worker in Fuzhou, and one of the "Top Ten Teachers" in Fuzhou. In particular, I was recently rated as a provincial special-grade teacher and presided over a famous teacher studio named after me. In the eyes of my classmates, I am a "star" and a young mentor who won the first prize in national, provincial and municipal teaching competitions; In the eyes of students, I am a lovely teacher, sharing their joys and sorrows in class. But in my own eyes, I am just a "stupid bird" who just learned to fly. The biggest secret weapon, the biggest magic weapon and secret behind success, are the two most common words: diligence. Twenty years ago, I left normal school and was assigned to Qunzhong Road Primary School. Like all the new teachers here, I am in the prime of life, full of ideals and hopes. I especially admire the ability of those famous teachers to control the classroom, and I wish I were as confident and natural as they are. But the first class met with obstacles. How to teach the simplest "a/o/e" in an interesting way? How to make students firmly grasp it? I moved out all the 18 martial arts I learned at school, but the children just didn't appreciate it. Some of them shot at me, some cried and jumped out of the window to find my mother, and gave me a high flyer, a blow from a normal school, which made me feel helpless and embarrassed. The frustration is quite serious, but the desire to be a good teacher is even stronger. Soon after, the school leader asked me to open an open class at school. I clearly remember that this open class is Floating Ball. Compared with more than 50 open courses I will open in the future, it is too insignificant. Number of participants: there are only six Chinese teachers and principals in the school (the group is two years younger and there are six classes 15 teachers), but even so, I dare not neglect it because it is me. My mother is a teacher in Taijiang District. I asked her to take me to the teacher with the highest teaching level in Taijiang District, and carefully recorded every word the teacher said. I took the bread and sat in the provincial map all day, looking for relevant information carefully. In order to better master the art of classroom teaching, I even contacted my classmates and asked them to take me to a famous school in the city and quietly stand outside the classroom of excellent teachers to "steal art". Everyone here can't understand what I am doing. "Just six people in class?" Not really! "Yes, even my mother doesn't understand:" Why is it so difficult to take such a class? "I know, I am not a very smart person, but I have always believed that diligence can make up for it, and stupid birds fly first. In the first grade of primary school, I joined the school table tennis team. The first training session is to hold the ball. I can't hold it well. In the dead of night, every household turns off the lights and sleeps. I am the only one practicing in the yard. From time to time, the sound of "holding the ball" came out. Not three times, not five. My mother woke up after a sleep and told me to go to bed at once. I said I must wait until 10 times. My mother couldn't persuade me, so I went to sleep. The next day, when I took the exam, my friends were defeated after wave after wave, and I unexpectedly took the exam 106 times and won the absolute first place. I was happy and shy at that time. Who won the first place? I am very unhappy and shy. The applause of classmates was too warm, and the praise of teachers was too exaggerated. It is the diligent spirit cultivated since childhood that makes my six-person open class a success. 1997, as one of the ten contestants in the school, wants to participate in the basic teaching skills competition for primary and kindergarten teachers in provinces and cities. In fact, this competition is very difficult. I graduated for more than ten years, and I haven't practiced for a long time. My "skills" have deteriorated seriously. More importantly, the child has just been born for a few months. I made a fool of Vice President Yang Ling and advised her not to attend. I even said that my figure must be hopeless, Ray. I don't think I can get rid of it There's nothing I can do. Then practice! My temper is to either not do it or do it wholeheartedly! After an hour of collective training every day, I will stay alone in the classroom and practice stick figure. Soon, the big blackboard was full of stick figures, which I couldn't erase when I couldn't put pen to paper and start over.