5 essays on scholarly families

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Scholarly Family Essay 1

Suddenly looking back, it has been ten years since I stepped onto this three-foot podium. For more than ten years, as a young teacher, I have been accompanied by the scholarly Growing slowly.

When I first stepped onto the podium, the young me had the energy of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, but I was more uneasy and confused: how to better control the classroom, how to be a qualified class teacher, how to Having heart-to-heart communication with students has become a stumbling block for my growth. I constantly ask famous teachers for advice, and I continue to explore and move forward.

I remember that when I first started working as a teacher, the school gave each teacher a copy of "Advice to Teachers" written by Suhomlinsky, a famous contemporary Soviet educator. There are over a hundred suggestions in the book, and Suhomlinsky’s educational thoughts and concepts are permeated between the lines. It was the first professional book I read after I stepped onto the three-foot podium, and it gave me as a new teacher. With infinite enlightenment and understanding. Read a hundred suggestions carefully and gain countless benefits. I learned advice to get along with the students, and the students regarded me as a big sister. The harmonious relationship and the interaction in the classroom gave me the joy of success.

As the work progresses, I feel more and more deeply that my knowledge is poor. How to better interpret the text and better control the classroom are all problems before me. I am eager to I needed the support of wisdom, so I started to read articles in some excellent educational journals to keep abreast of my colleagues’ cutting-edge thinking and exploration of education. Breaking through the constraints of time and space, I saw the growth experience of some special teachers and their That wonderful classroom teaching. Yu Yingchao's "50 Lectures on the Art of Reading Teaching>>

Every year on Teachers’ Day, the holiday gift given to us by the school is a book. Among them, the one that impressed me the most was Mr. Wei Shusheng's "Discussions on the Work of the Class Teacher". Teacher Wei used a large number of vivid and touching examples to comprehensively describe his unique work experience as a class teacher and how to do a good job as a class teacher. The specific measures of class management were explained in detail, which gave me, a new class teacher who is still childish and extremely impulsive in dealing with class problems, a deep understanding. I gradually understood that if I want to be a good class teacher, I must always maintain a calm attitude. mentality, an optimistic spirit, a healthy and active lifestyle and a conscientious work passion. Being irritable and scolding cannot fundamentally solve the problem. It is more important to squat down and have heart-to-heart communication with students. . By reading professional books, I absorb the spiritual nutrition of education and teaching, and transform this spiritual nutrition into my own work ability and comprehensive quality, so as to fully improve the effect of education and teaching. Because of reading, I also deeply felt the immaturity of my knowledge and the shortcomings of my teaching art. Reading has become a teaching mirror for me. From the book, I can further understand myself and correct my position.

"The pen is full of the God of Creation, and the spirit of poetry and calligraphy is in the belly." In addition to reading for teaching, in fact, what is more important is reading for oneself, learning for oneself, which aims to improve life and enrich human nature, enrich cultural heritage and life interest, and experience life. "Those who have deep roots will have a long history, and those who have deep roots will have luxuriant leaves." Only by reading more classics can we improve our quality and make everything we say and do tasteful. Through reading and learning, build yourself into a book that students will never tire of reading.

After busy work, read two of your favorite books, bathe in the rain of words, and calm your impetuous mind. Nourish your spirit while reading, and refine your words while reading. The pages of the book opened my heart and enriched my spiritual world.

The work is busy and trivial, and maybe there is not much time to really calm down and read.

But I firmly believe that reading is a close friend who accompanies me all the way, and books are my companions. Companion, less impetuous, less impulsive; more calm, more wise. Bookish Family Essay 2

When I was a child, the book I could never forget the most was "Good Children". In my memory, there were cunning foxes, cute and clever little white rabbits, and a ferocious and silly big fat bear; There is the cute Tiantian who helps her mother wash vegetables every day, and the witty Mingming who is naughty and mischievous all day long. Such a children's magazine satisfied my childhood fantasies about the little animals I had never seen before and answered my questions about how to do things. The vague doubts about being a good child subtly taught me to be honest and kind, to be filial as a child, and to learn to deal with things tactfully.

Of course, these are the later summaries. At that time, I didn’t know how to express it. In short, I loved reading it so much that I would pester my mother to read it together every day. I would also read it when I encountered a story that I particularly liked. When I acted for my mother, I was like a little storyteller on wind up, happily repeating my unexciting descriptions. My mother is not a very patient person, but for me she became She is a patient and good listener. Whenever this happens, she will be very patient and listen to me repeat the story full of loopholes. She will remind me from time to time, such as the little white rabbit likes to eat carrots, not meat. This is obviously common sense, but I am too excited to care about it. Whenever I recall it, I still feel novel. If I could paint that time into a painting, I could actually hear happiness and joy.

I once had the feeling that women and books are a perfect match. The unique femininity of women combined with the gentle and calm bookishness is a charming precipitation. This kind of precipitation is like the pure plant fragrance of nature, lingering and refreshing, making you feel peaceful from the heart and full of love for life and life.

My mother has an almost old-fashioned cherishment of books. From the books she saved with great difficulty when she was in school, to the first small book I learned Pinyin from when I was in kindergarten, as well as some miscellaneous books added from time to time now. They were all lined up in the bookcases. If they couldn't be arranged, they welded shelves and placed the replaced old books in an old house. In her words, these are all knowledge, easy to throw away, but difficult to find again.

I fully understand this.

In the middle and late stage of the crazy college entrance examination, there will be some questions to get high scores. In my eyes, they were once Olympiad level questions. I would choose to give up. I was lucky enough to think that the textbooks did not write them, so there was no need to answer them. I am so demanding. However, one day, my mother took out a book with a yellowed cover. The page she opened showed poor printing ink from the 1980s. It was the title I had just given up on. My mother laughed and said that to reduce the burden on education in the country, these difficult questions have been deleted and only old books still exist.

Since then, my mother found that the old books may contain information about the extra-mark questions I studied, so she spent some time burying herself in the old books and flipping through them. Many of the questions could be solved. She found that every time this time, she would be very happy. Later, my mother said that finding a question was like finding a small flame that slowly gathered together and could always light up the path forward for some daughters.

However, I am not a person who strives for success. Even though my mother loves books very much, I am naughty and unable to concentrate on studying, so that my academic work is only so-so. Every parent hopes that their sons will succeed and their daughters will succeed. I understand that feeling, but I am rebellious and unwilling to accept such heavy expectations.

The relaxed and ignorant years are always very happy, and they pass by like a stream, but strangely do not give you a chance to be vigilant. In this way, one day, I felt my mother's peace. She no longer warned me to study more and read more books, but looked at a pile of colorful books with reading glasses. When did she start reading with her? I also have reading glasses...

Those colorful books are all recipes, "A Complete Collection of Compatible Ingredients", "Nutritional Combinations", "A Complete Collection of Microwave Recipes", etc., my mother said, each stage The books she reads are all different. Now that my daughter has grown up, she wants to read more books she likes, books that give her a sense of beauty. Then she enthusiastically talks to me about how to stir-fry broccoli so that its nutrients are not easily lost. Looking at my excited and gushing mother, I seem to have seen me through time as a child, standing barefoot on the bed, sometimes jumping to imitate the little white rabbit, sometimes swaying left and right to imitate the big fat bear, with one side in front of me. Tips for my mom who was smiling and listening.

Now, years later, under the moonlight, my mother is holding a book, with reading glasses on her nose, immersed in her world. It is a book about knitting sweaters, and various kinds of needlework. The various patterns dazzled me, but my mother still watched patiently and quietly, sometimes picking up the needle and thread to make a left and right hook, and sometimes picking up a pen to draw a horizontal line to make an important mark.

For more than twenty years, with each stage of my growth, my mother has read different books about my study, my growth, and our lives. She is swimming in the ocean of knowledge. Here, what was passed on to me was a deep maternal love.

Now, I am about to become a mother, and I have prepared many books. I am looking forward to a picture like this:

An orange lamp, a cup of tea, a handful of books, and my ears Next to you is the whisper of your pen tip, and when you raise your eyes, what you touch is the angelic sleeping face of the baby.

——To my happiest years of peace and quiet. Bookish Family Essay 3

The land in April is filled with bright grasses and flowers, and a wanton deep green everywhere. Holding a good book in hand, you can swim in this lush greenery, immerse your mind in the fragrance of books, feel the spring breeze on your face, and feel relaxed and happy. At this time, your heart can only be filled with the word "happiness".

Nature is harmonious and God is fair. There are thousands of roads to happiness. When one of them is unfortunately closed, there will surely be a new road with green lights and smooth flow.

When I was young and young, I was like a deer wounded by a cold arrow, falling into the trough of my marriage. There was only haze in my heart, without half a ray of sunshine. Those days were really bitter, as bitter as coptis.

Fortunately, I don’t live in a closed vacuum after all, allowing myself to remain depressed like this. I live in a society full of sunshine and humanity. This is a large group of people who are caring and full of positive energy. I am also surrounded by my relatives, my friends, my colleagues and my leaders. During that time, my family took good care of me in everything, for fear that I would be hurt even a little bit; my best friend gave me advice from the bottom of my heart, which filled me with happiness; the warm words and caring eyes of my leaders and colleagues were all like winter. The warm sun shines into my dark and cold heart, melting away the resentment in my heart. What's even more valuable is that I can hold up my beloved book and wander around in it. The spiritual world in the book made me feel like drinking sweet wine. It made me forget my sorrows, get catharsis, and slowly move towards recovery. Soon, I adjusted my mood, put aside all my worries, and devoted myself to my work. At work, I sow happiness and reap happiness.

During this period, I experienced one of the more meaningful things, that is, I participated in a teaching trip to Zigui, Yichang organized by the Hubei Provincial Youth League Committee and the Hubei Provincial Department of Education. At that time, I was assigned to a rural hope primary school in Zigui County. Although the conditions were difficult, working with those kind and honest teachers and studying with those innocent mountain children made my mood instantly change. It's as clean, so clear, and so far away as the blue sky. It can be said that this is a spiritual sublimation and transformation. During those quiet days, I also received care from leaders at all levels, especially the leaders of our county education bureau and the leaders of the Huangmei Town Education Group. They were all like my relatives and gave me books, which made me deeply moved. Moved and happy!

Samuel Smiles said that a life with only clear skies and no rain is no life at all. After experiencing setbacks, I am like a pebble that has been washed away by the tide. It is smooth and beautiful. It has lost its previous sharpness and edges. I have become mature and smart, and I see problems more comprehensively and with more depth.

Mao Zedong also said: "Mistakes and setbacks teach us lessons and make us smarter, and we will do things better." Now, I think that when I deal with problems, I will no longer make the same mistake. Some low-level errors. In this way, there are fewer mistakes, the worries in the mind are relatively reduced, and the happiness naturally increases.

Reading makes me fulfilled. I have been working as a class teacher for more than ten years, and I am also the only female class teacher in our school in recent years. I get up early every day, rain or shine, and regard the school as my home. Needless to say, it goes without saying that we are tired and miserable. There have also been many sisters who care about me and said: "What did you do to the class teacher? You look like a yellow-faced woman. Be careful that you will grow old quickly!" Really, in these years, there has been no such thing. People say I look pretty. However, when I see the trusting eyes of my classmates full of respect, when Teacher's Day comes, and the students' sincere blessings and small greeting cards continue one after another, when on the way to and from school, the students' loud and enthusiastic greetings are heard from afar. When I say "Hello, Teacher", all the pain and fatigue disappear, and my whole body is full of fighting spirit, and I always seem to have endless energy.

Of course, happiness is not something you can say with your mouth, but something you have to feel with your heart. My happiness is like water in a river, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, flowing continuously. How happy it is to feel happiness!

If you think my happiness is not enough to impress you, my greatest source of happiness in this life comes from my son.

I feel deeply sorry for my son, who was only 6 years old at the time. So I have been guiding my son with kindness since he was a child. I will never say anything bad about anyone in front of my son. I will use tolerance and understanding to give my son a healthy and happy heart. Fortunately, my son is very well-behaved and sensible.

I remember when my son was still young, my brother brought back a small bottle of French perfume from France and gave it to my mother. My mother was very reluctant to use it, so she gave it to me. The fragrance was pure and charming. I sprayed it on my clothes. , as long as the clothes are not washed, the fragrance will last for a long time, but it will be used up soon. Later, when my son went to college, he had the opportunity to go to Hong Kong that summer, so he helped me look for that kind of perfume, but he couldn't find it. Finally, he asked the sales lady to recommend a bottle of perfume worth 400 yuan and mailed it to me. I asked him how he remembered to buy perfume. My son mentioned some things from his childhood. It can be seen that at that time, the son secretly hoped that his mother could use such a good perfume every day. That time, I was deeply moved and tasted happiness beautifully. Unexpectedly, I gave birth to such a careful and good son. I was so happy!

Last year, I learned something on a whim. When driving, my face was so tanned that I didn’t even need makeup to play Zhang Fei. My colleagues all felt sorry for me: I am dark and old. When my son came back from vacation, the sad look on his face still lingers in my heart when he saw me. He didn’t say anything. I used the money I earned from my part-time job to buy me good sunscreen and facial masks, but I gave up my plan to travel.

Every time I go out, my son always grabs my backpack to prevent me from being a burden at all, as if he wants to protect me. Even this time in Beijing, my son had a minor surgery on his neck. When he was discharged from the hospital, he still grabbed my bag, causing swelling and pain at the wound... With all this, what reason do I have to be unhappy? My son is in my mouth The piece of candy that never melts in my mouth, sweet, always sweet! Also, those cute and sensible students, they are like little birds, chattering around me, hearing such voices, all worries disappear completely.

Happiness is like air, invisible and intangible, but it is always with me and will accompany me throughout my life! Bookish Family Essay 4

I am a rural mother born in the 1970s. I grew up in In rural areas, there are many brothers and sisters in the family, and there is no atmosphere of a scholarly family. However, my father gives us high expectations. I often think of the words my father said that make our ears tingle: If you want to be successful, study hard. Although "reading" in this and current reading are two different concepts, they both contain parents' ardent expectations for their children, and I was no exception after becoming a mother.

My daughter’s interest in reading can be traced back to her birth. The child was very naughty when she was first born. She stayed up all night. I often complained: Why is it so much harder for me to be a mother than others? Times! The child has grown up slowly, but the problem of not sleeping at night has not changed. Sometimes I have to stay up with her until two o'clock in the morning before going to bed. An eight-month-old child cannot even beat or scold her. Suddenly I I had an idea and thought: Anyway, if you don't sleep at night, let's read a book together and see who can survive the other. So I bought some simple picture books about understanding small animals and numbers. Unexpectedly, I just started babbling and learning Chinese. She was holding a small book in her hand and her eyes were still turning around on the book, Hey! It was quite decent, and I was not idle, so I read it to her over and over again. Although she didn't understand, she was very quiet. When the child was about one and a half years old, he could use one hand to express everything from 0 to --- 9 and ten numbers, and the little animals on the paintings were not a problem for her. Sometimes she could pronounce a few inaudible English words. At this time, I felt a sense of satisfaction in my heart. I finally had some results in the night battle. .

My child went to kindergarten and loved reading more and more. When she got home in the afternoon, she did not run and play with other children. She always liked to sit quietly in a corner and read by herself. , after dinner, we will read around a small stove. So devoted, so quiet, it was as if the air had solidified, and we were having fun, enjoying the happiness that books brought us. Once, after a child watched "The Little Match Girl", her tears fell, and she raised her head and said to me "Mom, if you meet a match girl on the street, ask her to come to our house." I was very moved when I looked at the child's young face. Through reading, I saw the child's simple and kind heart. As a parent, I may have hoped that my child could increase his knowledge and wisdom through reading. In fact, reading can also cleanse a person's mind. The human heart and soul can allow children to appreciate the many rich emotions in the world.

Now that our child is in the first grade of elementary school, we have also moved to Jinan. The child has more space for reading, and his interest in reading has become stronger. There are books on our bookshelves and books on the sofa. , there are books on the dining table, books on the bedside, and even books in the drawers in the toilet, so that children can reach them, such as "Fairy Tales", "Grimm's Tales", "Aesop's Fables", "Idiom Stories" and "Wealth of Friendship" 》. . . . . . There is not enough for her to read. Recently, I bought her some books on popular science knowledge, such as "One Hundred Thousand Whys", "Wonderful Science" and "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter Four Seasons". I also bought her a book in the library. Zhang’s library card allows her to read more books, more good books. The children read more and understand more. The knowledge in the books continues to enrich her mind. A few days ago, we went back to our hometown and talked with some friends at home. The children were playing, and one of them said, "Look, the sun has gone down and has circled around the earth." My daughter immediately stood up and said, "You are wrong. The sun does not revolve around the earth, but the earth revolves around the sun." The earth rotates itself. One revolution on its own is one day, and one revolution around the sun is one year. My daughter gestured with her hands and explained it to her friends seriously. I learned this in my fifth grade geography class. The child understands the knowledge at such a young age, how powerful books bring us!

Now she reads a lot of books, and often asks us some questions to take pleasure in stumping us! , I told her that the ocean of knowledge is very vast, and parents are not omnipotent. If she insists on reading and learning, she will know more and more things in the future, and she will definitely surpass us. It can be seen that in her heart I am just a rural mother with a low level of education, but I like to read books and read with my children. I will not use famous quotes to explain how important reading is, but my children and I have realized the benefits that reading brings to us. That kind of gain and achievement cannot be bought with money. High-rise buildings rise from the ground, and three feet of ice does not freeze in a day. Children's growth is just a matter of time. Reading must be cultivated from an early age. Books are kaleidoscopes. Grand View Garden, the life in books is colorful, the world in books is colorful, come on! Let us step into the ocean of books together, and let us create a happy sky for children! Bookish Family Essay 5

Night The light spreads on the desk in the dormitory. When the curtains are closed, the world immediately becomes quiet and warm. For many years, I have been accustomed to thinking and reading in quiet nights. > Reading makes me rich and profound. It makes my thoughts grow wings and fly high. I enjoy such happiness with a cup of tea and a book.

Some people may say that your life is a two-pointed one, except for going to work and staying at home. In my opinion, it is almost monotonous and boring. How can there be happiness? Yes, that’s right, my life is really almost monotonous, except for books. Patient, but everyone has his or her own ambitions. Perhaps, in the eyes of some people, happiness means changing cups, feasting, welcoming guests, spending money like water, and gorgeous decorations... But, in my eyes, happiness It is to light a heart lamp for patients.

Yes, I am an ordinary nurse. I have no power or the capital of a noble lady to boss me around. I even often worry about everything for daily necessities, which makes me look petty, but this does not affect me on the road to happiness. Chase freely.

What is happiness? It is the calmness and freedom in the heart, and the joy of lighting up a heart lamp for others. There is nothing to restrain one's hands and feet. Freedom, tranquility and comfort are happiness. It is also happiness to provide help in times of need and light a candle for others!

Once, I worked conscientiously in the nursing position and struggled for more than 20 years. . Over the past twenty years, in a blink of an eye, I have grown from a young nurse to a skilled nurse in charge, which is surprising and gratifying. In May of that year, I graduated from Huanggang Nursing School and was assigned to work at Kuzhu Hospital. When I received the notice, I was filled with excitement and longing. I thought that my ideal had finally become a reality. I imagined myself wearing a swallow-tailed hat and a white coat as I shuttled through the hospital. In the ward, becoming a beautiful "lady with a lamp" who can do her best to alleviate the pain of others, a strong sense of mission arises spontaneously.

I remember that I really didn’t dare to go to the psychiatry department of Kuzhu Hospital. The patients there were unkempt and moody, and it was common for medical staff to be beaten to the point of having their heads bruised and their noses and faces swollen. That day, I was so nervous that I walked through the two large iron doors and came to the nurse's station. I saw eye-catching messages on the noteboard that caught my attention: to prevent so-and-so patient from escaping, to prevent so-and-so patient from committing suicide, to keep so-and-so patient under observation, and so-and-so patient to injure people and destroy things. When I saw the message, I gasped. The head nurse hurriedly said: "These are some newly admitted patients. They are quite restless. We need to pay close attention to them." "It's really scary to work here!" The head nurse laughed when she heard this: "After working for a long time, you get used to it, but you have to understand that the psychiatry department is different from other departments in ensuring patient treatment. At the same time, we must also take into account their daily care and psychological observation. Providing safe patient care is the top priority of psychiatric nursing. Therefore, we must have an in-depth understanding of each patient's condition and carefully observe their words, deeds, and thoughts. What I thought! It requires us to have a high sense of responsibility, keen observation and the spirit of not being afraid of being dirty or tired. "The words of the head nurse were like a punch, and I was deeply shocked. With an unyielding spirit, I quickly mastered the essentials of my work and was able to stand alone, becoming a top performer in the department.

Is this what being a nurse is all about? At night, with backache and weakness, I had doubts about my position and I took another look at the value of my life. At an inexplicable moment, I picked up the book. The prose of the literary predecessor Zhu Ziqing made me immersed in the poetry and painting, and I immediately calmed down. I thought, isn’t this my original intention to use what I have learned to serve patients and society? Just when I was deeply doubtful and uneasy about everything in front of me, something happened suddenly that shocked my soul. That night, I was busy cleaning the patient's bed and checking whether there were any hazardous materials. Suddenly, I found that half of a bed sheet had been torn off. Oh, no, my heart tightened, thinking that in other hospitals, patients had torn sheets and escaped through the windows. I quickly searched various wards with the nurse on duty, and finally found the missing patient in one of the patients. half sheet. Sure enough, the patient wanted to use it as a "committing tool" to hang himself at night. "It's so dangerous!" I breathed a sigh of relief. If I was negligent, if I didn't investigate, the consequences would be disastrous. In later work, I asked the nurses in the department: When working in the psychiatric department, you must not only see with your eyes, but also think with your brain, and you must not relax your mind at all.

Most patients with mental illness live a lazy life and need the supervision and care of nurses in their daily life, especially when the illness is severe.

A female patient with depression did not work, take medicine, or bathe when she was first admitted to the hospital. She could not take care of herself. Her eyes were dull, her clothes were disheveled, and her smell made people afraid to come near her. Together with the department nurse, I fetched hot water from the cafeteria and scrubbed her body. But she kicked, hit, scratched, and we forced her to the bathroom. After a lot of hard work, we finally helped her take a bath. Of course, we ourselves got wet. During her hospitalization, she refused to take medicine or eat, so everyone mashed the medicine and mixed it with her rice to feed her, or put the medicine in milk for nasal feeding. With careful care, her condition gradually improved and her thinking gradually returned to normal. Sometimes she would talk to us about her inner feelings, and even help take care of other patients. When her family came to visit, they saw that she was completely different. Thank you. The emotion is beyond words.

Seeing each and every one of the delirious and disheveled patients return to normal after careful treatment and care in the hospital and return to society, everyone felt that no matter how hard and tiring they were, it was worth it. What a blessing it is to light a heart lamp and light the way forward for others!

In August 20xx, I was transferred to work in the Schizophrenia Prevention Hospital. In order to adapt to the new working environment as soon as possible, I used my spare time to learn about nursing knowledge.

During the long night, when people enter sweet dreams, I hold a book in my hand and enter the world of knowledge. Yes, reading has made me move from layman to professional, and I have more chips in my hand to create happiness for others. After many years of working, I think details are very helpful in work. Pour a cup of hot tea for patients when they need it, give them gentle support when they go to the toilet, and give them an encouraging look and a word of comfort when they are in pain, so that they can feel the deep warmth and care in the world. , how good this is.

Reading makes me profound and rich, and reading makes me happier and happier. The patients also responded positively to my efforts. They praised me and gave me smiles, which made me fulfilled and happy. One person's happiness can cause hundreds of flowers to bloom like flowers, and it can affect patients and society. This is such a magical thing.

Due to my outstanding work, I have been commended by the County Health Bureau many times. In 20xx, I was rated as the "Top Ten Youth" in the county's health system. In 20xx, I was rated as the "Top Ten Nurses" in the health system. She was awarded the honorable title of "The County's First Moral Model" by the County Women's Federation.

Light a heart lamp, light the way forward for others, and let the flowers of happiness bloom throughout every inch of land and society. This is a promise I will never regret in this life.

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