Just the night before yesterday, when I drove into my underground parking lot, a group of aunts were dancing. Yes, it is cold, but you can't stop dancing. As a result, the square dance has become a dance in the underground parking lot, but it is as serious and happy as it is in no man's land.
The window is closed, so naturally you can't hear music.
As a result, the scene of a group of people silently shaking their heads and hips suddenly poked the punch line.
Then, I saw this sentence shared by Qian Wen today-
"People who can't hear music think that dancers are crazy."
Qian Wen, the anchor who was authorized by me to record all the published works of Our Extraordinary Primary School series. You can find it in Himalayan FM. )
What I have seen most in the circle of friends recently is the annual narrative of my peers.
Very emotional.
Within the system of 13 years, a summary will be written at the end of the year, which is a task, and there will be a debriefing meeting or something, collective or group. Everyone can read, some will read their own tears, and some will listen to others' tears. As soon as the final bonus was issued, I ate dinner and went home for the New Year. I'm afraid there are not many summaries written with such care. Many people have this experience-another year is enough to cope.
I am serious. Once, I wrote more than 7,000 words in one breath. When I read it, I was really embarrassed to read the whole text. I just read a beginning and an end, with only a few articles listed in the middle. Because I also know that I write very carefully, and people may not listen carefully. What's more, thirteen years later, no matter whether I wrote this summary with my heart or not, I didn't get anything "excellent" or "advanced".
Where are my colleagues? Oh, there are six or seven hundred people listed under the "peer" label in my WeChat address book. I said to write an annual narrative and send it to a circle of friends, and there are only a dozen-and they are either teachers of Nanming School or teachers of the Teachers' Union of the Beauty of the Whole Person. Obviously, I'm here to pay tribute to my colleagues, which will offend a large group of colleagues ... please forgive me. However, I still have to write down my feelings.
Go on, where is my colleague? No one asked him or her to write, but people did, which is magnificent, at least three or five thousand words ... The number of words is of course only one aspect. More importantly, read this word sentence by sentence, heat, warmth, benefit and affection.
They, ah, are writing for themselves. They are not writing about their own lives, but about their own lives.
In these words, where there is self-promotion, there is self-pity, and there is rhetoric ... it is narration, meditation, lack of knowledge and courage to start again.
Through these words, we can see that they are not just teaching, but living a complete and happy educational life, and they are free people eager for self-realization.
I'm-I'm ashamed.
Yes, to be honest, there are many reasons why I sent such a "my 20 18, one sentence is enough". If you really read my official WeChat account, you must have learned about my life track through many articles this year. Why gild the lily? For example, I am too busy these days to do and write calmly. But the most important reason is that "one punch hits the Yellow Crane Tower and one foot kicks Nautilus Island". I can't see the scenery in front of me, and Cui Hao wrote a poem on it. "
Ah, no! How dare I compare myself with Li Taibai! In front of your master, I am more like the arrogant Song Gongming. ...
One of my biggest gains when I went back to Zhengzhou this time was to meet Liu Xiaoxiong. It's too soon, but it's just a meal.
He said, after reading your article, I found that since you arrived in Yuncheng, you have more self-reflection and even masturbated with bricks. Why?
Of course, it's because the environment has changed, which I expected. As Mr. Gan Guoxiang said, "Walter WANG, you need a venue."
What program? It is such a place where experts gather. Ideas can only be sublimated if they collide with each other or even sharpen each other. Without discussion, it is difficult to produce insightful opinions.
A gentleman's way is to be complacent if he goes far, and to feel inferior if he climbs high.
After listening to my colleague's story about how to study, how to teach and research, Liu Xiaoxiong nodded his head in agreement. As the leader of the Education Times, he certainly understands this feeling, because there are such a group of thirsty, modest and ignorant people in his team.
He said, "Some things are sweet to some people, but inevitable to others."
Yes, that's what it means!
Teachers in Nanming have spent countless efforts on education and teaching, but they enjoy it because they are doing what they want to do, which can promote their growth. How many people will give a thumbs-up to Mr. Nan Ming, but not everyone will choose to be such a teacher, even if there is a higher salary.
Everyone has his own way. ...
"People who can't hear music think that dancers are crazy."
How many stories do the teachers in Nanming School have ... In terms of resolutely leaving their comfort zone, whether it is Gan Guoxiang, Wei Zhiyuan, three principals, or teachers represented by Yan and Ma Ling, to outsiders, they are absolutely crazy!
We just heard music.
We can't help dancing.
On the evening of February 3, 20 18, we got together and talked about our expectations for 20 19.
Teacher Wu said, I hope there is a middle school in Nanming, Zhengzhou 20 19.
Her home is in Zhengzhou, just like mine.
I think this is also the wish of many people. Let the more ideal education represented by Nanming and the better curriculum represented by the beauty of the whole person land in more cities and villages, and benefit more children and adults.
Then, let the music play.
Then, let more ears be awakened.
Then, let more hearts ignite hope.
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The annual narratives of the teachers who moved me:
Zhang? Xin: A dwelling full of struggle and poetry.
Cao Yongjian: After all, Xiangshui has flowed eastward, and there is still a way home.
Zhang Jianwen: I spent the rest of my life traveling.
Wang: Escape and start again.
Cao Xiaoli: Blind date every morning.
Zhang Shenjia: 20 18 years, singing will grow.
Yang Feng: The mountain starts from the human face, and the cloud is beside the horse's head.
Zhou: I want to find my way among the flowers and go straight into the depths of the white clouds.
Zhang: My way of knowing and doing in one.
Wang? Scene: The mountains and the sea that once met day and night.
Wei Zhiyuan: 20 18—20 19, Review and Prospect.