Unspeakably fragmented prose

Sitting in Kelboro Hotel, I took advantage of the rare leisure before the meeting to recall1the trip to America from October 30th to February 7th, 165438+ and my first contact with American culture.

Through the night in Beijing before the window, it seems that the plains and mountains of Central America such as Tennessee, Indiana and Kentucky are galloping, and corn is still standing in the crops in the cold wind; The deciduous forest constantly leads and follows us, projecting the shadow of her branches on the skyline, which reminds people of the battlefield scene in StephenCrane's novels: it is also such an endless extension, and it also maintains the contradiction, tension and harmony between civilization and wilderness.

I have always felt that American education is straightforward, just like the vibrant nasal sound of English, the rich and self-righteous aristocratic atmosphere of London, the exquisite shops, the picturesque villages outside London and the lazy pastures that no one can see. When I arrived in Tennessee and Virginia and saw the wilderness and Woods, it was not difficult to understand the influence of American education like Hong Zhong on me, and there was a magnetic force to break the wall.

In Parasso University, I met former students, who became much more confident and free and easy. Their inner strength, which has been suppressed, suddenly swelled up in a culture that advocates nature, and suddenly came alive a lot. Taking photos with international students, the unpolluted brilliance deeply infected me and made me find the vigor and strength of youth.

American teachers are friendly, realistic, easy-going and calm, and have an irresistible affinity. The seven-day trip has many unforgettable experiences. When the passport is recovered, the dialogue at first sight, regardless of each other's harmony, seems to witness a kind of humanity that transcends ideological and cultural differences and an irresistible pursuit of beauty and progress. On the campus of Purdue University, I felt such enthusiasm. That night, President Mike and all his cabinet members met us in the candlelight wine house. After introducing each other and exchanging business cards, the inevitable short-term embarrassment at first gradually melted in goodwill, hard work, temptation, tolerance and understanding, and turned into a breeze in early spring, which blended with the faint candlelight, making people feel extremely relaxed. I remember the wonderful observation effect brought by jet lag and the fatigue of the journey after forgetting myself. Mark of German descent and J of Arabic descent are neighbors and considerate interlocutors. They seem to see that I am trying to support, and my words gradually turn to others, just turning from time to time to suggest how I should handle the food served by the waiter.

It seems that in this culture, no matter what lifestyle you choose, as long as you don't hurt others, you will be respected by others and you can grow up in your own way. This reminds me of the story of my old headmaster. After his retirement, our headmaster will pay a New Year call to him on the eighth day of every year. There should be two tables in the 40 square living room. The mayor, minister and director are also old colleagues and subordinates of the principal. According to statistics, there are no fewer than 200 people who hold leadership positions in schools or institutions at all levels in the county after training by principals. The old headmaster's own personality charm nourishes the most precious wealth we left us-respect, and we influence generation after generation of students to grow into the "only" in the world in the way of growth. I remember that after every exam, the principal always comforted the teacher like this: 5 minutes is good. And how much knowledge do you gain when you hear another voice: 1 "minutes"! I have a deep understanding of the headmaster's cultural feelings. He said he hoped our own school would do the same. It is a sentence he heard in the United States at the moment: "What matters is not whether we can win the Nobel Prize, but the soil that can produce talents like Laura." This reminds me of a sentence that shocked me when I met foreign students from China at Parasso University: The experience of studying abroad is full of pain, adaptation and growth, which makes us feel that there is something wrong with education in China. Yes, domestic education pays too much attention to the accumulation of predecessors, but ignores the learners' inner desire for growth and the immeasurable initiative, explosiveness and persistence once they are awakened. Fortunately, on the first day of employment, I met my spiritual mentor and took a road of growth that few people set foot on. Just like the visual memory diagram given by Xia Mo in U-shaped theory, it is a smiling curve: Zhi Zhi is calm and thoughtful. The wisdom of ancestors made me think about the transformation and nirvana from novice teachers to excellent teachers. This is not only a way of love, but also a connection with the source of love, teaching myself to know and respect myself. Harmonious candlelight shines on the guests and hosts here-candlelight, in Indiana, on Christmas Eve, in the hearts of every member of the delegation. Candlelight heralds a great birthday and nirvana in the process of cultural blending.

The wheels are rolling on the university campuses in Central America, and the old headmaster's hearse is floating in my heart, slowly passing through the cities of heaven and hell. I feel an indescribable tear ... in the hazy time difference and fatigue, listening to colleagues in the Chinese and American education circles discussing the possibility and prospect of internationalization of education in two universities, I feel an unprecedented mission-phoenix nirvana. Nirvana is a breakthrough in the present situation of education, a transcendence of self-narrowness, and a tear in the spirit of incomparable joy. Such tears are wealth.