French Charles Bedouin's "Don't cut down trees in winter" made me feel the same way and touched me a lot!
At the age of 9, the author found a dry fig tree on grandpa's farm, so he suggested that grandpa cut it down. Grandpa said that if you don't cut it in winter, you may live next spring! May be saving strength! The next spring, if not, fig trees will flourish. Then the author thinks about his teaching career. His late-maturing students, like the fig tree, were not outstanding when they were young, but they can be outstanding when they grow up.
The reason why I feel the same way with the author is because I am also a teacher. Many of my students are like trees in winter, and they seem to have no vitality. It's disgusting that they fight, bully the weak and call names. I gave them up not because of my conscience, not because of my love. I uphold the educational philosophy of "students can't become talents, but they must become adults", so I patiently educate myself to be worthy of myself. Because without love, I will be bored, tired of school life day after day, and unhappy every day.
I really appreciate this article, which made me wake up and realize that it may just be the wrong season. What my teacher really needs to do is not to chop at will, to care more about watering, and then to wait for the flowers to bloom.