Why did I stop teaching later?

2014 July15-August 4 I taught at Zhongwangmiao Village Primary School in Baitugang Town, nanzhao county, Nanyang City, Henan Province for three weeks.

In fact, when telling the story of not taking a bath for 20 days (to remind myself that holiness and purity are appearances, but actual decay and darkness are the truth), it is not long to say that it is short. After all, it's 40 degrees, and there is no air conditioner or fan. Just stick to it and you will know whether it's long or short.

But this story also gave participants great glory and heroic aura. I also won the pacesetter in Tianjin and the only prize in the university because of my 20-day experience.

From the one-in-a-hundred written test to the interview of three teachers who took turns to make things difficult, from the choking after dialing my father's phone before leaving, to the silent crying of the whole car teammates when leaving, from the bustling city to the backward countryside, I did not get the purification of spiritual baptism and spiritual liberation from others' mouths, but kept the memories and tender brushstrokes written by dozens of kindergarten teachers.

Sophomore began to participate in some volunteer activities until junior went abroad.

But now, I won't teach or volunteer any more.

I met my friends in junior high school the day before yesterday and mentioned my experience of teaching in a university.

I said I didn't regret choosing to teach that summer vacation, but if I had to choose again, I wouldn't go.

I didn't wait for him to ask why, but explained directly: because there are many more important things for me to do.

My teammate who was a teacher later became my best friend, but after he got a girlfriend, I never contacted him again. I don't think the bottom line and principles need to be said, but you should know where they are and stick to them.

On the day of graduation ceremony, I saw him appear on the big screen with his girlfriend, as a volunteer who helped Tibet for five years. I forgot my psychological twists and turns at that time. Later, a friend who knew our story said to me: The moment XX appeared on the screen, I think your mind must be ... "

"In an instant, things have changed?"

Actually, I didn't. At that time, I sat quietly under the stage and watched him and his girlfriend go hand in hand for faith, for dreams and for the future. The aura of youth and love sparkles.

But in the end, instead of going to the place where love and faith combined, he returned to his hometown and accepted the job arranged by his family. I don't know the story with his girlfriend. I can learn about it, but I don't think it's necessary to know.

He didn't go to Tibet in the end, and I didn't teach later for the same reason, but there were also different reasons.

I admit that my family has given me a carefree life, so I am luckier than many people and don't need to experience poverty and despair. However, after my freshman year, I never relied on my family again. Tuition and living expenses are all on our own, including going to South Korea to study in junior year.

I have never experienced poverty. Before the age of 20, I benefited from the hard work of my parents 20 years ago. After the age of 20, I benefited from myself.

Before I was 20 years old, I would feel cool and meaningful to see other people teaching and volunteer service which is very popular at present.

But after the age of 20, I will tell you silently that my opinion can only be:

Not optimistic, but I respect other people's choices.

Before the age of 20, I can list a laundry list of reasons why I want to teach, and then find the most touching sentence as a summary and sublimation;

But after the age of 20, I can't find many reasons to support my starting point of making a choice, and I can't find the most convincing sentence to change others' views.

I believe that the world will be good, but I believe that too many people can't wait for the world to be good.

Dig out the 3000-word sentiment written by the teacher after returning from teaching.

Although the sun is far away, there must be a sun.

—— Thoughts on Summer Teaching in 2065438+04

In July, the blue sky was washed, and with some longing, twelve of us embarked on a 20-day journey of teaching.

The mountain road bends eighteen times, and we come to this quiet primary school surrounded by green hills. When this simple and unique school came into view, the slightly dilapidated campus under construction made me feel very contradictory. When I really set foot on this land, really began to teach children, really integrated into the local folk customs, and accepted another living environment from the heart, the initial novelty almost disappeared on the road of running around, bumping and winding, and more importantly, it made me think more rationally about what made me persist in teaching these twenty days.

From the busy cleaning at first, the tense first class, the first meal, the first washing dishes to the orderly life later, if I originally came to exercise my life ability, then in this process, I have a deeper understanding of the significance and value of life details. Before I decided to teach, many students asked me why. Perhaps I chose the most difficult road between teaching in Nanzhao Mountain area and traveling in Tibet and Hong Kong, but it is precisely because I chose this road that I took the other road more calmly and confidently. Indeed, time and growth tell me how correct the original choice was.

On the afternoon of arriving at school, several little girls mysteriously told me with Nanzhao accent that they had arranged the blackboard in the classroom. I was passively dragged up the stairs by their right and left hands and looked at the blackboard outside the window. When I saw the students writing "Welcome to Tianjin Foreign Studies University, teachers have worked hard" on the blackboard, I was suddenly moved at that moment. Looking at those innocent smiling faces, all the fatigue disappeared. I'm sure this is the most meaningful thing I 19 years have done. It is the beginning but not the end, and the road is still extending.

In the past few days of teaching, I naturally don't want to and don't have much time to think about whether I will stay at home or attend class reunions or all kinds of completely opposite lives if I don't teach. But when I knew the family situation of the children in the mountains, I thought a lot. Many children in mountainous areas are left-behind children or single-parent families. Their young and tender shoulders bear the pressure of life that other children of the same age have never thought of, which also makes their hearts suffer unimaginable pain. Although I have lived in the countryside and spent my childhood in an unfavorable or even poor environment, compared with the children here, I am carefree, heartless and even crazy. The immature faces of these children show the power that children in big cities never dare to think about. No complaining, no crying, not even too much sadness. Beneath their ordinary appearance, they have juicy pulp and a hard and shiny stone like fruit.

Road is the blood of time, leading to the unknown gateway of life. If you don't travel far, how can you understand every strange and beautiful life track? Because of the family environment, I have been used to traveling since I was a child, and even when I grow up, I choose another living environment from time to time to feel different lives and meet different people. Sometimes we can trace back to the depths of a stranger's life, and we can clearly feel the similarity in the depths of everyone's soul. I am glad to have this opportunity to touch the magnificent souls who have grown up in pain.

From rural areas to cities, from immature to mature, from students full of longing under the stage to teachers standing alone on the three-foot platform, this change seems to have a deeper understanding of the process of life, that is, poverty and prosperity. I have walked many roads, some of which seem flat, but in fact they are bumpy; Some roads, seemingly tortuous, are actually very easy; Some roads are feet; There is a way, but the heart wants to go.

Teaching life is like a cup of green tea, without gorgeous color and mellow taste, but with a faint fragrance that makes people memorable. Simple and happy, dull and enjoyable, pay and reap. I used to be annoyed that students were noisy and didn't listen carefully. I used to get up early and go to bed late every day, and my biological clock was completely out of order. I didn't know the taste of food several times. I didn't like myself for many days because I didn't have the conditions to take a bath. I once chose a small mountain area to leave a big city. However, I have always been moved by the innocence and kindness of the students, and I feel warm for the people who came with me. I have been moved by the simplicity and inarticulate speech of the local people, and I have also felt the truth and shock of nature in the sunrise and sunset in the Lian Mian Mountains.

Life is geometric, and time flies. I will always remember these things. Zhongwangmiao Primary School will be a post station in my life. It will brew floating tea with the feelings of mountains and the warmth of people. It will last a long time in Mika, and it will inject a steady stream of life into me. I will walk calmly through the cold and mountains.

At that time, I still felt that although the sun is far away, there must be a sun.

Now, I feel that there must be a sun, but the sun is too far away.

Then next year, I won't feel, why can't I see the moon?