I have been afraid to write a story about Fuping Hengpo and me. After going home for two days, relatives and friends asked how long the holiday had passed. What have you been doing at home recently? I always proudly say, "I went to teach and just got back recently." Their answer is nothing more than "Do you have the money to teach?" I don't know how to answer their questions. Regarding teaching, I may not really pursue dedication, but I really don't pursue credits, honorary certificates, and those so-called values, which are unworthy. It's just a dream, or a distant trip. I always deliberately slow down, accidentally dragging on the sadness of leaving for so long, only to know what you looked like when you left at first. There was a movie appreciation class in freshman year. The teacher showed a film Beyond Heaven. At that time, I knew the word "teaching", and the lame "congratulations" made me fascinated by "beyond the mountain" So hearing the word "Youth Association" teaching at the beginning of school made my blood boil, but my friend's words made me silent ... "The knowledge and skills you have now are pale and powerless in the face of this kind of teaching ..." I kept vacillating until I missed the last recruitment for teaching. I thought 20 17 my wish could not come true.

? "Hair, you don't want to teach? Liu Xiangle's team is still recruiting people. " Because I worked with the captain before, my vacillation finally stopped until I could work with competent people and learn from them. The initial preparation, the self-introduction of the first meeting, and listening to the extraordinary experiences of friends will have many skills, and my heart will be covered with a faint gray. First of all, I remember that Sophia Kao and I were in charge of finance together. Later, after the meeting, Xixi and I ran back to the dormitory that closed at eleven o'clock. At that time, I felt that I had found a love of my own when I came to the city hospital. I joked with my roommate that "it was not the alarm clock that woke me up, but the children on the horizontal slope."

There are two feelings about this extraordinary experience, "thank you" and "moved".

Time caught off guard, and bit by bit came to my mind and I didn't know which one to start with. Today is Pepe's birthday, and this is the first time I feel at home in the dream team. Studying all night for the first time, feeling the atmosphere of the postgraduate study room. The top student next door really shocked me. Writing a post while reviewing, Sophia Kao draws the key points for us. This is the first snow in Xi. Let's laugh and have fun together. About the study room, about the library, all afternoon, all day. I was interviewed by Luca Siton, a teaching assistant. I was always nervous, and I was encouraged by Sisi ... I remembered something. I don't know how to describe it, just put it here for the time being.

It snowed heavily and we set foot on the road to Hengpo.

The huge suitcase didn't become my burden at all, and I was escorted by You Jiahao all the way. Fuping bus station, the captain and Xixi looked at the luggage. When we went to eat, the snow was mixed with the wind, so cold. One person can walk very fast, and a group of people can walk very far. The accommodation and meals of Hengpo Primary School and our children were really in my expectation. Even many times, I think the situation here is better than the primary school here in my home. Wake up our little jumping frogs "Happy Pond Dream" and "nice cat" and "Love Tiger Yo" always make every day full of vitality. A captain who always looks like a playful teenager, but has already arranged and considered everything, yes, is the legendary one, and it seems that he doesn't study at ordinary times and the exam is a blockbuster. The most stable junior, who is younger than us, covers me with a quilt every day, claiming to be the laziest but the first to get up and let us get up. This is the most special memory between us. Sophia Kao, who tries to fold the quilt every morning, the cute little jumping frog, the little expert in making the bed, and the red flag exercise. Guo Yao, who has been standing guard to pick up my children instead of me, has always forgotten to tell you that when writing a composition for the first time, there was a messenger named Hu in the composition written by a child. In fact, the children remember us from the first day. Pepe, a little expert in burning stoves, accompanies me every morning. And our central air conditioning, Lugo, thank you. It's warm to have you this winter. Hello, Director Su! I have all the delicious food. Health Hao, the main forest, and the last and most special Xixi, have strong working ability and learning ability. What I remember most is that the night before we set off from Chengbei Bus Terminal, when I woke up, you were still doing TEM-4's exercises. You always encouraged me, accompanied me to the interview, helped me with my makeup, made me put many ideas into action, helped me borrow books, and accompanied me to review until two o'clock, 4p4c, little strawberry. Thank you very much. Finally, I apologize. I want to write it here because my thoughtlessness makes you feel uncomfortable. Because I am particularly prone to depression and tears, I am always used to knowing later and controlling my emotions, but I also lost a lot.

Chu Yang Xue Ying saw your innocent faces.

Although I have a bad memory, I remembered your name on the first day. At that time, I couldn't be fully seated. Finally, Yang Zixu, the most naughty and worrying person, was ready to go home for the first time, and you sneaked away. On the right is Zhao Kaige. You carefully prepared the props, but I didn't give you a chance to go on stage. Wang Xiaohong, who is always very clever, is a pocket-sized version of Kou's little man, red and hairy, with a pair of glowing eyes, Yang, who is good at asking questions, Ge Puwei, who is very active but also very clever, Kou Yifan, who I have called many times, a small-hand artist, Yang's Hequ, Jinhui Sun and Yang's songs. Shao Xinnuo, who likes painting, Tian, the little host, and Li Pangqian, my Chinese class representative, insisted on watching the game when they were sick. In fact, I found you a little timid on the first day, and then I let you see it. Believe in yourself and be confident. And lovely Yang Jiaxuan, who is small and sensible. Every time she helps me clean the blackboard, you hold the straightest hand in the class, old man. It is normal to say that the third grade is the most naughty. You are a senior in the lower grades and a junior in the higher grades, so on the edge of being sensible and not sensible, reciting the actions of the competition is your own idea. I really didn't expect such a good ranking. On the last day, I think at least you learned to sit up straight, you learned the details, you went to the podium and explained the "hidden practice" with actions. You gave an example that I used the rhetoric of "repetition" every day, and you learned the skills of answering rhetorical devices. At least let me feel that you have gained something in these ten days. Yesterday, Yang Shuting sent a message saying, "Teacher, what are you doing? I am reading a book. " Then he recited "Gift" to me and recited "Good Morning" every day for so long. I thought children are forgetful, especially you in grade three, and you will forget that I came for a while. There are also fifth-grade children, with only four handicraft classes. Although there is not much contact, in the end, the drama "Apologize with a humble apology" and the little yellow duck props you made are very careful. I hope the classroom atmosphere is active, you learn happily, you are more receptive, and remember it firmly. I know you're not good at words. What are you trying to say? Thank you for remembering.

You've been here for a while, but you'll never forget it.

I can't forget the way you said with red eyes and tears that you could stay for the whole semester, the words "I don't want to be separated from you" written on the blackboard with a stool, the game that you said you didn't want to go home with me for the New Year, your beautiful voice in the cold wind, your little hand waving in front of the snowy background, and the game that we held hands and circled in the warm sunshine. I can't forget the way you looked at the little Pikachu on the table through the office window. You obviously like it, but you folded it and gave it to me. I will cherish my baby and stand quietly on my desk now. I can't forget how embarrassed I was when I first became a host. I can't forget the last time I cleaned the classroom. I stood quietly on the platform, pretending that everything would be normal tomorrow. I pretend to have you tomorrow ... I can't forget what my aunt said when I left the canteen at last ... and the team song sung by the village entrance. I admit that I stayed in the shop for an extra minute on purpose. I am afraid of tears and your tears. "In the beginning, we were all children. In the end, we longed to be angels." The children's innocence, like the snow when I first came, annihilated my long-standing impetuousness, care, care and patience. I dare not say "I will come back", really because what I have now is just a pale promise.

In fact, I don't have much other feelings about this teaching. Instead of writing about feelings, I just recorded my life these days, and more feelings and thanks came from my teammates. The situation in the village is much better than I expected. Most families grow persimmons and peppers, and the prospects are good. The main problem lies in the communication between parents and schools. Many children are brought up by grandparents, so it is difficult to give homework guidance and management. In school, because of my ability to limit this enthusiasm, I often can't give lectures, especially Chinese classes, and the prepared classes will never be finished. Therefore, if there is an opportunity, I want to teach for a longer time when my ability has accumulated and the conditions are more mature.

I passed away yesterday and it was raining. Today I think, the wind is blowing gently.

Nine days, what I can do is limited. As a "wheat seedling" on Fuping cross slope, I only hope that I can be your good sister, just like the snow in December, whether it is "saving water" or "promoting growth". After nine days, I still can't call "teacher". These nine days have given you guidance and companionship like a sister. I hope one day I can take on the title of "teacher" and look forward to meeting you again. Remember the last sentence I wrote on the blackboard, "Parting is only for a better reunion"? Only part, no part.

2065438+February 7, 2008?