Xiaojun loves health.

(1) Love is also love. Spring footsteps can bring songs and dances, rain and dew can render colorful, and teachers' love can bring students healthy and happy growth. But love alone is not enough. If you want to enter the spiritual world of students, you must also master the skills of love. Love is the premise, and knowing love is the sublimation of emotion-this is my educational sentiment. Xiaojun in my class dresses dirty every day, has no friends and feels inferior. In class, he either sleeps or plays practical jokes, and his homework is never finished. At first, I didn't blame him too much. I just had a heart-to-heart talk with him, and I often call my parents to give timely feedback on his performance. I thought I loved him very much, but he became more and more distant from me: when I talked to him again, he said coldly, "What's there to talk about?" How annoying! "Say that finish, don't look back out of the classroom. Looking at the back of his departure, I blushed with anger Gorky once said: "Love is something that even hens can do. "Am I not as good as a hen? I won't. I'm sure I can find a breakthrough in this "love" of my home visit to Xiaojun: his home is a dark hut with a size of only seven or eight square meters. Father is paralyzed in bed, and the whole family can only live on a little income from mother selling vegetables. Sometimes it is even difficult to pay for children's books. I also learned that every time after the "caring" phone call, Xiaojun was inevitably beaten. Looking at Xiaojun, who is hostile to me, I understand that what he needs is not empty talk, let alone complaints in disguise, but encouragement and help. Through observation, I also found that Xiaojun has a great advantage, that is, he works hard. When he mopped the floor and sweated, I went over and said, "Take a break if you are tired!"! "! With your careful cleaning, I believe our class will definitely become a health demonstration class! "Then, I took out a brand-new school uniform, gently put it in his hand, and sincerely said," Give yourself a clean sweep, and someone will make friends with you when it is clean! " Looking at the school uniform in his hand, he froze there ... From then on, his eyes were full of trust and dependence, people became clean and tidy, and cleaning was more difficult. Seeing his change, I tried my best to help him in his study: let him answer simple questions in class; When the team corrects each other's homework, let him be responsible; If there is progress in the quiz, encourage it in time; When I encounter problems, I will use my spare time to explain them patiently. At the same time, in the communication with his parents, he mentioned more about his achievements and his progress! Gradually, a confident smile appeared on his face! Later, once, I fainted on the podium because of overwork, and Xiaojun was the first to rush out of the classroom for help; On the way I was carried to the ambulance, he kept holding my hand tightly, and his anxious eyes were full of tears; As soon as the car started, he couldn't help crying and shouted "teacher-". At that moment, tears of happiness flowed freely on my face ... I realized from Xiaojun that many times, what we lack is not love, but a reasonable way of love. Love is also love, so we should learn to understand deeply and discover carefully to create space for our own development. We should learn to find the right time and choose the right method to build a successful platform for them. Love is even more love. Let's accompany students to experience the ups and downs on the road of growth and face a bright future together! Love is not a problem, but how to love is our eternal topic! Love is also love (2) Love, like a trickle, moistens our hearts. Love, like a mother's hand, caresses our cheeks. Love, about love, fraternity, respect and so on. Mom and dad's love for us; The love of teachers and classmates is the sweetest love. Of course, the casual love of strangers is also very charming. There is a lot of love, but you need to understand it carefully. Today, I realized that small, warm love. It secretes the heart and spleen, warms you and touches me. After school, we are like homing birds, excited and anxious. However, the weather is not beautiful, the black curtain is pulled down, and the heavy thunder rolls like a muffled thunder, "rumbling, rumbling." I walked out of school hand in hand with my classmates. Looking up at the sky like Bao Gong, I can't help speeding up my steps. The wind rolled the fallen leaves and the branches groaned in pain. I urged, "Let's go, it's going to rain, and your home road is still long." We couldn't help running. Gee, I can't help wondering why my classmates stopped. Following her eyes, I saw an old beggar squatting in a corner. His face is covered with dirt and his hair is like a messy haystack. I don't know how long it's been since I combed it. It's covered with leaves and pieces of paper. Clothes are filthy, a wisp of east and a wisp of west, and a cloth rope with thick fingers is tied around the waist to prevent clothes from being scattered. He was barefoot, and his feet were covered with mud, as if he had a wound. There was faint blood on him and he looked flustered. The students' eyes are more and more caring, and their eyes seem to be covered with water mist. She whispered, "Look, he is older than our grandfather. It's going to rain, and the old man can't recover from gonorrhea. Do you think we should help him? " Before I could answer, she quickly stepped forward and said to the old beggar, "Grandpa, it's going to rain. Hurry home. " The old beggar raised his weather-beaten face and smiled at her. The classmate hesitated for a while, put his hand into his pocket, took out the only two yuan in his pocket, and decisively put it into the small basin in front of the old beggar. I couldn't help being anxious and said to my classmates, "that's the money for your ride home." It will rain. How can you go home? " The classmate said, "Nothing, my home is not far away. If I walk, I will exercise. " . When it rains heavily, I will play it by ear and find a place to hide from the rain. I'm so smart, it's hard to beat me. "Say, leg lifts and ran forward, and waved to me. I can't help feeling a little excited. When she harvested grandpa's smile, I found that her face was filled with unspeakable joy. I was moved by her concern for a stranger I met by chance. I think: In order to make the world full of love, we should give more love to others. Tonight, I should give my love to my dear parents first. Love, but also love (3) "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is thrown into her arms like a baby ..." This is a nursery rhyme that I will sing since I was a child. Whenever I hear this nursery rhyme, tears of happiness will come to my eyes. The warmest place in the world is not the soft bedding, nor the hot stove, but the mother's arms. She gave me precious life; She taught me to walk, and she taught me how to be a man. My mother shines on me like the sun and loves me selflessly. Dear mom, after March, I will be ten years old. Dear mother, how can I not sincerely thank you for your ten years of parenting? I remember it was a stormy night, and I accidentally caught a cold. It happened that my father was on a business trip that day, and my mother let me take cold medicine. I thought it would be okay. Suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night. My mother will feed me boiled water, touch my forehead and take my temperature. As my temperature has been very high, my mother had to take me to the hospital at two in the morning. My mother was afraid that I would be cold on the way, so she untied her coat and wrapped it around me. Suddenly a warm current flowed into my heart, but my poor mother was shivering with cold. I don't know when I fell asleep When I woke up, I was neither a doctor nor a nurse, but my mother with bloodshot eyes. I couldn't bear it any longer and threw myself into my mother's arms. At this moment, I feel that I am the happiest child in the world! I still remember that time I was not very happy when I saw my mother, because I found that my composition was off topic. Careful mother comforted me after knowing it and said, "son, I failed this time." Come again next time! " "Then carefully analyze the reasons for digression with me and teach me how to write a good composition in the future; On hearing my mother's encouragement, my heart was suddenly untied. My mother really understands me. Therefore, I never lose heart when I fail, because my mother lifted me from the clutches of failure with those warm hands and taught me that "failure is the mother of success." In recent years, my mother has sent me to learn piano, English and other courses every Saturday and Sunday, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, or hot and cold. In order to help me learn these courses well, my mother sometimes sits with me in the classroom with a notebook like a primary school student. Mother listened so carefully and remembered so carefully. How much effort my mother has devoted to my study! My mother always said, "Only by suffering can you become a great person." When I encounter difficulties in my study, I feel confident when I think of my mother's words. Mom, I will not live up to my expectations. Please rest assured that I will never forget everything my mother has done for me. I will repay my dear mother with excellent grades and future contributions to society! Mom, did you hear that? This is my heart and my oath. Happy holidays to mom!