I remember that in college, I often went to the foreign language teaching and research section to watch videos on weekends. Among them, the film "Chun Feng Hua Yu" was often screened before the feature film. As a result, I watched it many times, and no one was complete. It was not until after work that I bought the VCD of the film and watched it from beginning to end.
I really love this movie, maybe because it affected my college life, maybe because of the relationship with the teachers who changed my life.
I am the son of a farmer, but I have no aptitude for agriculture. I was ridiculed when I was a child. Fortunately, I have the aptitude for reading, and I have been a bookworm since I was a child. My primary school head teacher is a woman who is known for her strictness. Her method of teaching Chinese is to memorize, memorize handouts, and write silently. My study is naturally very boring, but it has laid a good foundation. I have not studied grammar further in middle school, but I have to master it better than others. When I was in the fifth grade, I encountered something that changed my life. The second middle school of the city began to recruit students from the whole city. Later, I was admitted to the Second Middle School as I wished. Only then did my parents and I start our dream of "carp jumping through the dragon's gate". My primary school head teacher used to be a deputy to the Provincial People’s Congress. She has been teaching all her life. She taught primary school before retiring, and she also taught pre-class after retirement. I don't know if she is still as strict with the children as before.
After entering the middle school, because the school is far away from home, I basically only return home every two weeks. From then on, my parents seldom care about me. It can be said that the teacher's influence on me is relatively greater. Looking back now, I am very fortunate to have met a few good teachers. I remember that an intern teacher came in in the second year of the middle school. He wore thick glasses and didn’t seem to be very talkative. However, within a few days of his arrival, the hygiene scores of our class rose from the bottom of the school to the smoothest. Number two, the reason is simple, he stays and works with us every day. On weekends, he invited the students who live on campus to play in his dormitory, and he also taught everyone to dance. Of course the most important thing is that he gave us boys a rubber football. I have been called ribs since I was a child. It is football that has exercised my muscles and endurance, and also tempered my character. There are also many teachers who have taught me a lot with their true colors: I still remember that late at night, the politics teacher talked with me earnestly, telling me that family affection is much more important than those seemingly lofty and sacred ideals; my chemistry teacher, help I have developed a good habit of summarizing once every semester.
We call teachers the engineers of the human soul because they meet us at a very important and easily confused stage in our lives. In the movie "Red", the old judge is a failed teacher. He tells Valenting that love should not be believed. However, Valenting uses her kindness and youth to win love and also awakens the kindness in the old judge's heart. And we tend to get lost more easily than Valentin, and find no direction in the ever-changing growth. It is those excellent teachers who use their wisdom and kindness to guide us.
When I was in junior high school, I participated in an extracurricular reading group. When I read Tagore’s Gardener’s Collection and Shelley’s "One Word Is Desecrated Too Much", I couldn’t help being deeply shocked by the words. I never thought that there are such beautiful words in the world. However, I have never been talented for expression. Perhaps I was too deeply influenced by my elementary school teachers, and my composition was always poorly written.
Reading "John Christopher" in college, I was infected by the words describing art in the book. However, it is regrettable that I have always been an art layman, and I feel that this world is so wonderful but so far away. Later, "Spring Wind and Rain" made me determined to explore on my own. Our university is a relatively new school, with farmland on the campus and a small river behind it. So every morning and dusk, I began to wander around the campus, trying to find the charm of language. Gradually I began to approach poetry, and more importantly, I began to learn to understand the vast world from different angles. This experience also had a profound impact on my character and worldview. Back then, I often wondered how good it would be for me to meet a teacher like Kidding. Later I thought, if I could become a teacher, I would definitely teach students like him. I don't know when I can start this profession.
Thinking about it now, the reason why we remember a certain teacher is not because he taught well, but because of something "outside of his job." How many students still remember the laws of physics and chemistry in middle school? Although grades are the most important in school, a few years after graduation, when you look back, the students who get the best mixed are the students with the worst grades.
Our education system actually has many unreasonable points. For example, many parents now let their children learn to play the piano. At the beginning, they did not let him feel the joy of art, but practiced blindly so that the children hated art; when he grows up, he has the ability to feel his own shortcomings and improvements. The method is satisfied with showing off.
In fact, whether it is learning or art, the most important thing is not to master proficient skills as a profession, but to understand that oneself can acquire a kind of ability to communicate with the world. It's a pity that there are too few teachers with this kind of teaching ability.
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