This spring is truly special! Last week, the temperature hovered in ten degrees, and on weekends it soared to twenty-eight or nine degrees, and adults took off their winter coats uncomfortably, while children were eager to wear short sleeves. However, within two days, the wind and rain came, and the temperature returned to more than ten degrees.
Due to the rising temperature, the flowers on campus are particularly happy. Camellias are gorgeous, white, pink, rose red, bunches of branches, pressing the branches trembling; rape flowers are golden, dazzling, fragrant, and have long attracted swarms of bees; and white and tender pear blossoms, clusters of bright red oleanders, playful and cute dandelions, and unknown wildflowers scattered in the grass are blooming to the fullest, as if to compete with the children in the classroom.
I know it's the rhythm of spring, like children growing up day by day, like time goes by day. It's just that this special spring, on the one hand, is the sudden rise and fall of the temperature, and on the other hand, the epidemic is caught off guard, which makes people feel sad. But time will not flow backwards, efforts will not be wasted, and "spring cold" will surely become a thing of the past.
This spring weather and epidemic also show once again: the world we live in is full of "uncertainty". In the face of one or another "uncertainty", the children's efforts are certain, the teacher's intentions are certain, and the parents' understanding and support for the school are certain, and it is these determinations that allow us, the children, to have enough courage to face the future.
At this week's class meeting, I talked to the children for nearly a lesson: from the epidemic to health, from self-discipline to freedom, from review to growth, from the present to the future... Three years of junior high school, it seems like a long and long time, but a little look back will find that the time that the class mother can accompany everyone has entered the countdown... Some students can still accompany for several months, and some students can accompany for more than ten months... By September of next year, where each child is, the mother is not sure...
Time always passes by itself and doesn't wait for anyone. Because of this, life is like a stage, but there is no rehearsal, and every day is a live broadcast. In the blink of an eye, a third of the semester has passed, and under the reminder of the class mother, the children began to seriously review the past period of learning.
From classroom to self-study, from school to home, from strong subjects to weak subjects, from written assignments to oral reading... The children carefully wrote down the 1 article that they were most satisfied with and the 1 article that they were most dissatisfied with in the learning process.
The most satisfactory, many children wrote: can reflect on their mistakes, think more comprehensively, adhere to the wrong questions in time to correct, sort and classify, read every day, accumulation of composition materials, English word recitation...
The most dissatisfied, many children wrote: there is a phenomenon of wandering in class, the wrong questions are not sorted out in time, there are interruptions in independent practice, the textbook knowledge is not familiar, the recitation is not adhered to every day, and the efficiency of learning at home is low...
Looking at the children's familiar handwriting and reading the children's sincere reflection, the class mother once again felt that the children were really growing up day by day. No matter what the future holds, a person who can learn and reflect must be a capitalized person, and must be a person who continues to grow. With these characteristics and endowments, as division commanders, what else do we have to worry about?
Spring is warm and blossoming, and we have encountered "spring cold", but what does it matter? In the special spring, we make special efforts, and although the external environment is "uncertain", our efforts are "very certain".
The child in your eyes has grown up, he or she can observe, think, understand, empathize... The following is to share a classmate's essay, parents read this article, what will they think?
Poor white happened
Although his father is not a charcoal seller, his face full of dust and smoke is the most authentic description of him.
My father was a cook who spent all day in the kitchen dealing with fumes. His originally transparent eyes were also soaked with oil smoke, appearing dim and cloudy. But the father's eyes were clear.
As a cook, my father's kung fu is naturally not bad, and his hands are very powerful, and he can turn the dozens of pounds of large iron pots upside down. Steaming, frying, boiling, mastering everything, this is the magic weapon on which he lives.
As the saying goes: Always walk by the river, where there is no loss of hand. He also said: Man loses his hand, and horse loses hoof.
After being sent to the hospital, the doctor said that he would have to rest for at least a few months and not exercise heavily for the next period of time. Naturally, after the company learned the news, it gave his father a condolence payment and dismissed him. My father suffered from a crisis of "middle-aged unemployment". Alas, how can that little money be enough for the whole family?
My father turned white overnight, as if he had instantly stepped from "middle age" to "old age". I looked at the heartache, but what could I do was to comfort him!
When recuperating, I often accompanied my father to do rehabilitation exercises, and I often did to wash my father's face and wipe his eyes. With our unremitting efforts, my father's hands slowly recovered, but my father's eyes became dim. Really, in those days, the time in my father's body passed away like a flying arrow, and the days intensified like years of aging.
Now that I think about it, my father at that time was also "two sideburns and ten fingers black". The hair was white overnight, and the ten fingers were burned for a while. How much pain my father suffered, and how much he suffered. Oh, I pity, pity his gray hair.
Fortunately, with a strong mother, who worked hard day and night, and the relief of relatives and friends, our family finally got through the difficulties.
Father was ready to remove the gauze, and his ten fingers turned out to be slender and white, not knowing what would happen now. After the gauze was removed, my father's hands, one black and one white, were very ugly. But the father could not care about the disgust, and immediately moved ten fingers, making sure that these ten fingers were not a big problem, and a heart that had been hanging for several months was finally put down. Father recovered, finally recovered!
However, he has not been in charge for nearly a year, how to find a job?
Father seemed to think of this too, and a pair of eyes dimmed again. My father began to do rehabilitation training and began to take charge again. My father even broke an iron pot, and his white hair had stubble after stubble.
Bitter people, the sky is not the limit! He got his job back. Although it lost a black hair, the derailed train got back on track and drove smoothly forward.