Those longing eyes
Text/Sun Jing
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There was a pair of eyes that once appeared in my dreams, these eyes were clear and bright, and the eyes were full of expectation and longing. I searched for him until the first time I stood on the three-foot podium and saw the children, I knew I had found him. In the clear eyes, there is love for the teacher; the thirst for knowledge and the vision of the future. I thought how I should do it to live up to this pair of longing eyes, and in the continuous exploration I know, that is, love and responsibility.
I have heard a lot about the love of great teachers, this love is Tao Xingzhi's "holding a heart, not taking half a blade of grass to go"; this love is Zhang Guimei's "rooted in the mountains, regardless of merit and fame"; this love is Tan Qianqiu's "spreading wings to protect children, not afraid of death." "They have put countless efforts into their children and even sacrificed their precious lives." Their love is noble and great, so how can I give love to my children in an ordinary way? I thought about it over and over again until in one lesson I found the answer. That day, I talked about the text "Mom slept", and I asked my classmates to introduce my mother, but unexpectedly, the children, who usually actively answer questions, were silent this time. I thought the children were timid, because I didn't believe that the children couldn't even describe the closest mother. But no matter how much I encouraged, there were still very few children who raised their hands. I asked the squad leader with some reproach, "Why don't you even describe your mother?" Unexpectedly, she said: "Teacher, my mother is away all year round, and I can only see her during the New Year." "I froze and asked the children how much of this was going on, and more than half of them raised their hands.
I didn't expect that for some children, seeing their mother every day is a luxury! Just then, there was a crying sound in the corner of the classroom. I saw that the little boy whose face was always dirty was left with tears, and I asked him why he was crying, and he said, "I miss my mother, and my mother didn't want me when I was very young." "Hearing this, my heart hurt like a pinprick, and I couldn't help but shed tears. I regret it! Regret why now I know that his face is always dirty! I complain! Complain about why you know the hearts of children now! I blame myself! Blame yourself for not giving the kids help sooner! I stepped forward, wiped the tears from his face for him, and said to him, "If you want, think of me as your mother." He threw himself into my arms and shouted, "Mom! Mom! "At this moment, the whole class is huddled together, we hug each other tightly, I feel that I am the happiest person in the world, I hope that time can stay in this moment forever!" This incident made me understand that I can immerse my love in the lives of children bit by bit: wash the dirt off their faces for them; give them a warm hug when they think of their mothers!
On the morning of March, I flew a kite, not only for the spring, but for the children, for the sake of the big eyes that longed for them, and I was willing to escort the children all the way.
【About the author】Liu Huan, female, primary school teacher in Gaotang County, Shandong, loves reading, likes poetry and song, loves life, loves painting and singing, likes to travel, and loves all beautiful things.