My mentors and friends-I want to thank my teachers for writing this article.

Since teaching, I have been lucky enough to meet three or five friends and meet a mentor. In this Teacher's Day season, it is appropriate to write a few strokes for them.

Xiao Dong and Chen Ling: Let me start the code word.

After listening to Xiao Dong's lesson Wisteria Falls, I found that the original text can be studied so deeply and subtly. It was the spring of 2004. Teacher Xiao Dong said to me, "Write a reflection on teaching." I smiled.

The cool breeze started slightly. I flipped through my friend Chen Ling's notebook, which contained her usual reading experience and teaching reflection in class. She smiled and said to me, "Write it, it will always help." It was the autumn of 2007. I wonder, are those three or five sentences after each class really helpful?

The "5. 12" earthquake in 2008 seemed to wake me up, so I took the initiative to find the headmaster and asked to listen to the provincial competition. In that class, I felt a door suddenly open for me. In the summer vacation of 2009, I decided to attend classes in Xi 'an at my own expense.

It was the 7th China Newspaper Cup Classroom Teaching Competition. Three days, 32 Chinese classes, not a single one left behind. I made two thick notes. That trip to Xi was my pilgrimage. From then on, I felt that I suddenly stood on a mountain peak with a wide field of vision and a clear sky.

Chinese is so different from our understanding for many years. Chinese teaching can enter a new realm.

I began to write teaching reflection. I think we should not only reflect on our own shortcomings, but also correct our own ideas, correct our own direction and improve our aesthetic ability.

20 10 listen to the first national traditional Chinese teaching classroom teaching competition and the "Zhi Gong Cup" national Chinese teaching competition. I don't want to give up any chance to broaden my horizons. Maybe I can at least learn from the method. Standing on the shoulders of the master, I can really see further. I feel that I have gradually entered a more free and beautiful world.

20 1 1 won the first prize of "Shengtao Cup" National Chinese Teaching Competition; Winning the prize may not be the most important thing, but the most important thing is that among many masters, I found something that fits-Chinese, Chinese teaching, which is the concentrated expression of the beauty of art. 20 12 took the senior high school entrance examination proposition, which gave me the opportunity to examine Chinese teaching in middle schools from a global perspective.

In May, 20 13, he participated in Xiao Dong's famous teacher studio, in September, he participated in the advanced seminar of Yu Yingchao Studio of the National Chinese Language Society, and in September, 20 14, he participated in the evaluation of the national composition teaching observation seminar for primary and secondary school students. Faced with this, for the first time, I feel that this is not an honor, but a job. All this, of course, is to continue to improve yourself. On the other hand, it is also doing practical things for Chinese teaching itself.

Back to the beginning, I didn't really understand the enlightenment and significance of Xiaodong's suggestion and Chen Ling's notes until now. "Let's write it down" and "It will always help". These ordinary words actually contain all their years of teaching experience, which is too heavy for words to express.

I also said to myself, "Then write, even if it's only once a month."

When I wrote more than 200,000 words, Teacher Xiao Dong said to me, "Let's manage it later." Teacher Chen Ling said that even if you overturn the beginning, it is another kind of construction. So, I began to organize-as Chen Ling said, overthrow, start over, overthrow, start over.

Every overthrow and reconstruction is a wonderful experience and promotion.

Liu Ban and Yu Lao: Helped me open the door to Chinese.

The five-day seminar from September 25 to September 29 passed unconsciously, and today I am still in a trance and dare not disturb it like a dream. Teacher Yu's gentle words, the amazing faces of the three tutors, the simplicity and hard work of the head teacher, the massiness of Teacher Peng and the smiling faces of the students kept flashing in my mind like lanterns.

I stayed in a dark room until I met Yu Lao. The darkroom is deep, dark and long, which makes me at a loss and at a loss. Facing the dark room, I carefully lit a small candle and stumbled along with the faint light. In the silence, I only heard the sound of flames flashing, my own pounding heart and my own turbid venting sound. These sounds make people more and more afraid, and the more afraid they are, the more at a loss, so I sat down in the same place and put the candle in front of me, where its faint light mocked me. Under its small halo, I grabbed my sparse hair in anguish and looked at the sparse, yellowish and curly hair in my hand, which made my heart miserable. Just then, I heard someone knocking at the door loudly, and I was taken aback.

Just wondering, with a heavy creaking sound, I looked up and saw the sunshine at the entrance of the gate, which blinded people. Staring blindly, I stood up and looked at the shadow wrapped in sunshine. My brain exploded, and then I stopped thinking. The shadows gradually became clear. A short or even slightly thin man looked at me and shouted, aren't you here to report? So, I am confused, like a cup, and I stumble forward. The sight is getting brighter and brighter. I saw the man's face clearly. He is neither handsome nor handsome, but he exudes tenacity. He just stared at me quietly. His eyes seemed to blame me for being slow, and seemed to encourage me to move forward quickly. In this way, in hesitation, I passed him and came to the gate.

It's sunny outside, and birds and flowers are singing. Not far away, there is a huge banyan tree, whose crown is as dense and brilliant as a blooming fireworks. Thousands of vines hang down from its rich crown, unlike Wolong's madness, but it has a sense of relief. Those vines are branches that escape from the air and are new roots when they land. Roots grow branches, branches take root, and roots and branches can't tell where is the beginning and where is the end. It will only make people feel like clumps of green, green and green, light green and dark green, which is an endless green world.

In front of this green world, there are still a group of people. The one in the middle is the most eye-catching. He stood kindly. He seems attractive. All the people gathered around him, and I couldn't help wanting to get close to him. He just stood there, didn't speak, didn't do anything else, just smiled and stared at me. Under his gaze, the sun scattered a little, the green world lost a little, the world was empty, and only we were silent. When I walked up to him, those people who gathered around him smiled at me in a friendly way. Several other people reached out to me and gave me a hand. I think I must be a teenager who accidentally bumped into the secret realm at this time, and my face must be confused and ignorant.

Who are they? Where will they take me? None of this seems to matter. All I know is that someone helped me open the sealed door and took me to a magical place. There are a group of immortal people who will show me a life I have never experienced before.

Now, I know that the man who opened the door is Liu Jun, and I respect him as Liu Ban. The kind old man under the big tree, his name is Yu Yingchao, and we all call him Yu Lao.

Brother Li and Ceng Shuai: Teachers and friends.

I met brother Li ten years ago. At that time, under various opportunities, I was going to represent the organizers in the national Shengtao Cup competition. How can a teacher who has never had competition experience and has no outstanding characteristics participate in the competition? At this time, Zeng Shuai came with Master Li and his elder brother. Of course, at this time, Li dared not call them handsome guys and big brothers. At that time, I looked up at them with shining eyes, and respectfully addressed Miss Li, Miss Jia and, of course, He Laoshi.

I still remember the first time I saw some big coffee, it was in the teahouse of Best Hotel. A small long table with several people sitting around. Three or five cups of tea, a pen, a few pieces of paper, a few people around the table to start class. Li said that while talking and writing, the master elder brother also wrote down the number and content of ppt. Zeng Shuai said a few words from time to time, and then the three of them worked hard. I don't even have a share in soy sauce. What are they talking about? What are they doing? At that time, I was invisible. In fact, that class didn't leave a deep impression on me. On the contrary, I was deeply shocked by their Chinese literacy and selfless spirit of helping others in the process of tempering. I didn't know them before, and we are not from the same district and county. Just because we are Chinese teachers in Deyang, they did a class from beginning to end in Ceng Shuai's words, and even made a few ppT, so I wrote down every detail of how to do it with a pen, and I was not allowed to write it myself. They have been together to discuss classroom design for ten years. I still remember it clearly. I even remember Li moving forward from his seat.

I really don't remember that class, except how it started. But I still remember my class on the stage. Li Ge and the handsome boy stood in the aisle against the wall, one hand behind his back and one hand on his chest, staring at me on the stage. I was absent from class on the stage when I caught a glimpse of this scene by chance. At that time, tears covered my eyes and I couldn't see anything. I blinked hard and squeezed out the tears in my eyes. At that time, my heart was actually a feeling of reuniting with my loved ones after a long separation. When I saw two students standing in class again, I made up my mind not to look in that direction and let myself concentrate only on the students on the stage. To this day, I don't know how that class went, but I know that even without a wonderful class, I'm not nervous at all.

This class, let me know that there are such Chinese teachers, so I hope I can be like them, so I try to get close to them and get closer and closer. So I have my own ideas about Chinese. We have more contact with Chinese as the medium. The more contact you have, the more you admire their knowledge, their thoughts and their realm. Birds of a feather flock together, and a threesome must be taught by me. See xian Si Qi, too.

Later, I was lucky enough to learn the proposition from Li. Those days were simple and happy. In the process of proposition, I talk about Chinese, Chinese and life, Chinese and being a man every day. It seems that none of them are about Chinese, but every sentence is related to Chinese. Li brought China people to life with his words and deeds. The fate between people is so wonderful. Every time I visit Li See Gore, I feel very close. It was a feeling of intimacy that almost grew out of my blood, and my eyes and actions could not be concealed.

It was the handsome boy who made my classroom teaching break through a certain stage. Handsome guys often say things I don't understand, forcing me to study. In the process of slow communication, I can understand what the handsome guy said, and sometimes I can pick up a sentence or two. This feeling is a bit like learning table tennis. Experts are reluctant to cooperate with beginners. No matter how hard the novice tries and how he makes progress, he can't catch the ball sent by the master, so the master is too lazy to pay attention to the rookie. But unlike playing table tennis, I have not been rejected by experts as a teacher, and I still have many opportunities to ask them for advice. Even a master should go into battle in person and take a few classes. Two of them gave me some kind of epiphany. One class is writing and the other class is writing. One is to create scenes and describe characters, and the other is to link classical Chinese knowledge with reality and take care of yourself. After these two classes, I suddenly feel that my understanding of classroom teaching has changed a lot, as if the light of classroom teaching can be captured by me. Of course, the handsome guy still said something I didn't understand. He said "skill" and "Tao" to me in those days. It doesn't matter. I don't understand now. I believe I will understand one day. Therefore, it is a very happy thing that people around you often say something you don't understand. Because what you don't understand now will eventually become what you will understand.

In the past ten years, I have described my association with Li and Handsome Boy as follows: "In recent years, I have fought for China people, quarreled for China people, been scolded for China people, drank for China people (watching them drink, of course), and sang for China people (listening to them, of course) ... Only I know. And my roots are weak, my natural education is not enough, and I don't work hard enough the day after tomorrow! Naturally, you can't make a tree grow full. " They are my mentors, good friends and a little bad friends. They are the lush tree that I envy and want to get close to.

Teacher Rising Sun: Students Enter * * *

? Teacher Zhao Xuyun has a profound knowledge of Chinese studies and is familiar with Confucianism and the Book of Changes. He can talk about Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism by holding a candle, and he can see the whole picture from divination. Be low-key and humble, and do things carefully and thoughtfully. Be warm-hearted to colleagues; For friends, this is true; Be a schoolmate and strive for progress.

Taking reading as pleasure, an online teacher "misses life". A good book must be read three times, read through it carefully, chew it carefully, have countless notes and countless pleasures. Everyone knows, happy code word, thousands of yards! I also like to delete words, between reading and deleting, the second and third articles have gone; Between the second reading and the second deletion, the fourth and fifth articles have gone; Three readings, three deletions, six or seven articles. When Fang Wenyu was two or three years old, he repeated code words. If so, it became his article. Therefore, the earliest homework, the rising sun; Those who hand in their homework at the latest, the sun rises!

I have only joined the Internet for two or three months, and my academic attainments and vigorous development are absolutely beyond my reach. Reading is extensive and accurate, the direction is accurate and accurate, and hard training is fierce and constant, and success will naturally come. It's only 100 days since I entered the network, and the burden of compiling provincial textbooks and judging municipal competitions has followed.

Looking back on my 20 years of teaching, it is these mentors and friends I met along the way that have led me to an ideal situation. Along the way, there are also the master elder brother mentioned above and the second brother not mentioned in this article, which makes the language more chivalrous. Teacher Jiang, who was not mentioned in this article, let me know what is the high standard of being a teacher; There is also a demanding teacher, He Lixin ... With the direction, the example, the guidance of the master, the guidance of the predecessors, and the company, the teacher's journey is full of flowers and birds.