Today is Teacher's Day, when I open Moments at night, it is full of happy sighs from colleagues: the fourth Teacher's Day, the seventh Teacher's Day, the 18th Teacher's DayLooking at the happy smiling faces in the photos , What time has given us?
As a teacher, time is like running water between fingers, it really flies too fast. I am used to recording time by week and semester, so in a hurry, year after year, more and more documents and materials are left in the computer, and the pages of the calendar are torn off. It feels like I just stepped onto the three-foot podium yesterday , Today has experienced a thousand sails. It was as if the group of children who had just entered school yesterday had turned into high-spirited teenagers today. In the torrent of time, we are heading to the unknown shore, while the children are heading to a hopeful future
I have been in this position for more than four years, and it has brought me a lot of happy experiences and memories. I still remember every successful big stage scene, when the children burst into smiling faces and sang happily on the stage, I was always touched by the various crowds in the audience. At those moments, my eyes were always filled with tears , I am really proud of them; I have watered the potted plants with the little master of each potted plant, listened to their introduction, and looked at the smiling faces on their faces. Those times and moments, my face is the same Smiling like a flower; every time I correct an assignment, I see neat writing, excellent composition, and interesting answers. I always get used to sharing my little joy with my colleagues around me. At that moment, my heart is always full of hope for you; Every class cleaning, parent forum, parent-child reading sharing meeting, parent meeting, seeing the pictures of parents and students smiling at each other, I can't help being grateful for this encounter. Occasionally, I will get angry in class ¨t_¨s, and occasionally children will secretly feel uncomfortable when they are disobedient This bowl of soup cooked by time is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, taste it one by one.
In the next three, five, ten, twenty, thirty years, what will time give back? Is the self in the photo still the smiling person? May there always be warmth, sunshine, flowers, and green grass in time, giving life, love and touch to time, and always being happy and going on bravely and fearlessly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com