Monday morning body and mind and the alarm clock as always because again and again to sleep a little longer, become more and more nervous and manic, dragged to the last minute to turn over and get up, to wind up the speed of washing, eat, call the child to get up, send him to the kindergarten. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey. " The child has a fever infusion for a week, would like to give the teacher to explain, but time is really too late. "Son, you yourself to the teacher to say it, you are already a big baby ......" Although I desperately encourage my son, naturally shy son is still a little timid, non-committal.
Speaking of which, I've reached the intersection where I'm supposed to turn the corner, the left turn is my son's kindergarten, and the right turn is the direction I'm going to work. I have not yet found strong evidence to convince my son, I had to put on a tough look: "Son, mom has a meeting today, to arrive early, understand, understand!" "Son is a man, walk in on your own ......"
The son was reluctant, stood to break up the place to look at me dumbfounded.
There was no time to maneuver with my son, I had to say goodbye to him while turning in the direction of work, due to high heels and not looking at the road, I had a wrench in my foot and nearly fell. I turned my head and saw my son's hesitant gaze instantly become strong and suddenly shouted out to me, "Mom, be careful! Don't mind me, just go, be safe!" Said, like a man turned toward the kindergarten and ran ...... I fixed in that moment.
A stream of inexplicable warmth cleansing chest, full of love and guilt tears in the eyes of the spinning child, my hasty turn and the son of the warm love collided with a full embrace of the five-year-old son already know how to heartache moms, in order to mother him to become more and more strong, more and more able to take responsibility for the, but our hasty footsteps but covered up the child's love.
The pace of life is getting faster and faster, we are more and more flustered, inside every day to race with the massive amount of information and new things, busy changing clothes, cell phones, famous cars, we rush around the travel, like a horse light jumping ship, promotion ...... seems to be stationed in place, will forget the direction of the way forward, as if not in a hurry! It will be forgotten by the world. I don't know that the haste makes us ignore many of our friends and relatives' care, and the haste makes us miss the beautiful scenery along the way. Elderly parents for us to prepare meals, childhood friends sent holiday wishes, good son of a stroke sketched graffiti, each with a strong sense of love. Let's slow down, stop spinning like a gyroscope, after work to go home and parents to open a meal, and loved ones to chat with the children to do handicrafts, play games, and enjoy the warmth of the joy of family, that is the perfect life.
Prose Essay Warm Love 2
To Changpo Center Elementary School has been the fifth day is also my fourth day with the children, I gained a lot of feelings.
These days, I am responsible for teaching students to learn dance. Every time I look at them dancing happily to the music and seeing the smiles on their faces, my heart is warmed.
Today, they learned sign language. When I returned to the classroom in the afternoon, a few students quietly pulled me to a quiet corner and told me not to move. I was flabbergasted. The next thing I knew, they were neatly signing "I love you". At that moment, I thought to myself, "How can my children be so proud of themselves?"
In the afternoon physical education class, I took some of my students to the sandbox. Around the sandpit, there was a grassy area filled with small yellow flowers. When the first student brought a bouquet of tiny flowers to me and said, "Teacher, for you," I was so moved that I wanted to cry. Although just a few ordinary flowers, but I know, this is my students gave me a gift, is their heart.
Now there is still a week to go before the end of the three rural areas, we have to cherish every minute and second together.