Sunday, March 20th. The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the window through the glass, which is as clear, bright and warm as spring water. The weather was fine, and I came to the school gate with great expectation like a child. By the way, I forgot to tell you that I am a primary school teacher. You'll never guess what I'm going to do No, it was us. Me, my children and our strong parent team.
Far away, I saw mother Bimo, director of our class's family committee, chatting enthusiastically with several parents in yellow coats. "Teacher Song is here." I don't know whose voice it is, but the eyes of the crowd turned to my side. Look, mom and dad's faces are filled with that kind of bright smile, and there are a group of chattering little guys. At this moment, a warm current came to my mind, and I remember the feeling at that moment: warmth, like the happiness of a big family.
Time slipped away quietly in everyone's tacit communication and children's cheerful laughter. It's 8 o'clock now, and we agreed to leave at this time. For the first time, Bimo, a member of the Military Sports Commission of our class, lined up in front of many parents to "be at ease, stand at attention and look forward" and looked at the magical energy of the Military Sports Commission. The children were also driven up, as if full of strength. Parents look at their children with a mixture of appreciation, emotion and hope. We took a group photo at the school gate as a souvenir, which was the first outdoor activity organized by our family Committee. 27 children, 27 parents, the "king of children" in my class. A group of 55 of us set off from school and headed straight for our activity site-Duoding Mountain.
Along the way, my mother and I talked about the children's performance in class. Li's mother and her mother exchanged experiences in teaching children. Bimo's mother promised her father to walk in front of the team to guide the children. At the same time, parents and children discussed topics of common concern because of today's activities. A small group of people walked on the crowded and narrow road. Careful, you can easily find that the team is not neat but regular, surrounded by children, and parents walk on the outside of the team to protect the safety of children. I think this encirclement should be made up of happiness and responsibility.
Communicate all the way, laugh all the way, and unconsciously come to the top and foot of the mountain. "Children, look who climbed to the top of the mountain first." Amid the cheers, I saw the children raising their legs frequently and trying to climb up. When I looked up again, some children had climbed to the top of the mountain. After a while, the parents lamented that "I can't run, I haven't been out for a long time." When my parents and I came to the top of the mountain, Zhou Sen shouted, "Mom, I am the first!" " That kind of uncontrollable excitement seems to infect everyone and pull everyone back to childhood. I can't help touching his head and sticking to his joy.
At the top of the mountain, everyone had a rest. At this time, the children are very free and relaxed, without the formality in class and more spirituality. The little guys took out their "treasures", kites and cards. Three in groups of five, chasing kites, flying higher than their kites, frolicking and chasing. The small park instantly turned into a sea of children's joy, attracting people who exercised early in the morning to stop and enjoy it. Zhirou's mother reminded the children in time that it was time to gather and prepare for the next link. There is a martyr's tombstone on Duoding Mountain. Before Tomb-Sweeping Day, parents suggested that they could take this opportunity to give their children some revolutionary education, so that they could understand that today's happy life is hard-won. I introduced our next activity to the children-visiting the tombstone of the deceased martyr. So a child raised his hand and asked such a question, "Teacher, what is a martyr?" Mother Bimo answered this question, and the children came to the tombstone with the team and bowed deeply to express their gratitude to the martyrs.
Later, parents, teachers and children played a few games of losing handkerchiefs. Because some parents still have jobs, the activity ended at 10: 30. This is the end of today's activities. A stone stirs up a thousand waves, which is a perfect start. In our class 5 QQ group, parents uploaded photos of climbing the mountain that day and exchanged their feelings. Jia Ming's mother wrote: