Many people have asked me why I taught in the first place. Up to now, I can't tell the reason, whether it is the pressure of work, the monotony of life or the yearning for novelty, or the impulse at that time. In Ming Dow, many things can't be explained clearly. For example, you may fall in love with a girl because of a smile.
20 14 12 found Tian Zige, an institution specializing in teaching, on the internet, and after submitting her resume to Tian Zige, she began to wait for nothing. In my mind, the key words of Guizhou, ethnic minorities and plateau are instantly combined into a beautiful picture-a group of sandy girls dressed in national costumes, holding hands, dancing on the plateau surrounded by green mountains, green waters and white clouds, trickling streams, and moving songs flowing between ridges and streams. However, reality is always cruel. When I arrived at the teaching point, I realized that my grumpy head should be treated. After waiting for a week, I got a call from Shanghai. A person who claims to be recruiting teachers in Tian Zige wants to have a video interview with me. After getting dressed that night, I sat in front of the computer trembling and nervous. This video interview is probably a butterfly ready to flap its wings. When I picked up the video, there was a smiling and determined middle-aged woman in the camera. Later, I learned that she is a teacher in charge of recruitment in Tian Zige, and she is also the HR of an enterprise. Teacher Xia asked some simple questions, such as why she teaches, whether her family agrees, and whether she knows anything about teaching. I cheated Mr. Xia mercilessly according to my preparation in advance and sincere attitude. After a short interview and about two days' waiting, I received an email from Tian Zige-going to Shanghai for the annual meeting and training.
In winter in Shanghai, the roadside is still full of flowers. Compared with the foggy days in Beijing, the humid air is like a gentle woman and a stingy sister. After pounding the subway, I went to the designated place and booked a hotel in advance. The first person I saw in my impression was the "slightly fat" rich brother. After asking about our identities, he chatted with us enthusiastically. Simply sign in, no activity on the first day, and training after the annual meeting the next day. In my room is President Sun, an old man in his seventies. He likes reading books before going to bed and watching Mr. Sun study hard. On the other hand, he is bored with his mobile phone and doesn't know what to brush. Sorry to turn off my cell phone and want to study, but I didn't bring my book, so I turned on the TV, so Teacher Sun closed the book.
The next day is Tian Zige's annual meeting. Volunteers from all over the country and travel-stained teachers from the depths of the mountains will gather together to review the past. When I was sitting in the audience, I found that everyone who came would say hello to a woman. This woman has a good temperament, with an understanding smile on her brow, but at the same time she is dignified. Upon inquiry, I learned that she is the person in charge-Miss Xiao. Is it because of her dream or because she has money to spend? I didn't understand it at that time, but the next year's life made me understand the truth. The whole annual meeting is very noisy for me, just like the annual meeting of the company, but this kind of noise makes me enjoy it at the annual meeting next year. The reason is that when you see a group of people happy, you can feel that happiness by joining them.
After the annual meeting is the training of new teaching, mainly the training of teaching skills. After about a week's study, it ends with a trial lecture. We are trained by beautiful mainland teachers, beautiful Xiao Lu teachers, beautiful Yan Jie teachers and volunteers who offer help, beautiful Dong Yan teachers and bug teachers. Why not change a word? Because the word beauty can not only express their appearance, but also reflect their hearts. Teachers teach hard and we study hard, but later experience shows that these methods are really of little use. The only function of training is similar to league building, so that everyone can know each other, get familiar with each other and even fall in love. My classmate is Teacher Nie Wenming, who has been teaching for half a year. Although he later became a controversial person, I think he will go down in the history of Tian Zige. And the artist Wang Hong, whose world I will never understand. Even at school, we slept in the same bed, went down the mountain to buy food and cut wood together. After training for a week or so, we ushered in the first trial lecture in our lives. In front of so many people, we are so serious and quite nervous, but I find that there are others who are more nervous than me. I am not the worst speaker, so I am relieved. People sometimes need such self-deception. After the test, we four newcomers passed three, and one of them was unfortunately rejected, not because she was not good, but because she was too good to train together and get to know each other. At this time, it's hard to be sad to learn that our little friends have been eliminated, but it's right to switch to Tian Zige as a teaching institution. Then we organized an oath. I especially hate this kind of ceremony because it instills an idea in me through an involuntary opening paragraph. Although I hate it now, this form is understandable if the starting point is good and harmless to me. On the way back to Beijing, I feel like I have crossed another dimension these days. A group of enthusiastic people, some bizarre things, what is teaching and where is the future. This kind of unknown is both anxious and exciting. Perhaps this is youth, and this is the beauty that life should bloom.
A year later. . .
"Little dragon, this annual meeting, we will organize a charity sale? You are going to buy something for charity sale. " I sat on a bench in the depths of Wumeng Mountain, basking in the sun, looking into the distance, and feeling what Gu Cheng said, "We stand without talking, which is beautiful." A phone call from Mr. Xiao brought me back to reality. In the evening, we collectively discussed how to participate in this charity sale. The place where our school is located is cold and short of water. The elegant description is barren hills, and the popular description is that birds don't shit. We don't even have bird shit. What do we sell? Civilized students should consult Xiao Tian in the next village. Tian Zige Primary School aided by Tian Zige is a primary school directly under the aid of Tian Zige. Friendly forces said they would sell some local specialties, such as walnuts, buckwheat, pine nuts and so on. Hearing this, several of us responded with deep disdain, including Wang Xiaohang, Wang Hong and me. Selling local products, this is a charity sale, not a farmer's market, but when I arrived at the scene that day, I found that there were not only farmers' markets, but also small commodities wholesale in Yiwu, which was very shocking. We decided not to sell local products, but to sell works of art, which is in line with the temperament of our Xiliang primary school. According to Xiao Hang's plan, we decided to sell paintings, but not ordinary paintings, but hand-made and sewn with cloth. Later, I bought dozens of photo frames from a treasure, and Xiao Hang began to create them after class every day. Of course, as partners, we can't just stand by and say, "Wow, Xiao Hang, you are great!" "Wow, Xiao Hang, you are great!" With our constant encouragement, Xiao Hang finally finished nearly 20 paintings. It's just that the painting seems a little monotonous. Although it's much better than the farmer's market next door, the content is not very rich, so we thought of making dolls again, and then I bought a bag of cotton on a treasure. At this time, Wang Hong suggested that children make dolls, and then we recorded the whole process in the form of documentary, which was professionally edited by Wang Liangyu, a teacher who had done video editing, so that selling dolls with documentary would be more in line with Xiliang's temperament. The documentary will be released in about a month. Teacher Wang Hong gets up earlier than a chicken with a tripod every day, just to photograph the sea of clouds at that moment in the morning. After a year, I watched the documentary again, and something always flashed in front of my eyes, and my heart was always warm. But the results show that Wang Hong is definitely not only a person who can only shoot documentaries with tripods, but also a person who can draw cartoons and even picture books. Although I don't understand what Wang Hong's paintings are, we really sold a lot of RMB by signing books at the bazaar.
When I returned to Shanghai again, I saw that all people had a sincere kindness. When we were in the mountains, these people gave us a lot of selfless help. Until we arrived in Shanghai, they still took good care of us. I still remember the scene when Teacher Dong Yan took us to their house to eat steamed stuffed buns. The day before the charity sale, when we were preparing for the charity sale in Mr. Xiao's company, we were completely a master's mentality. We should sell more money, raise more money for our school and buy more gifts for our children. This kind of love is really a selfless love. Every time I think of those children in my mountain and the years we spent together, I will be moved from the bottom of my heart. This touch is warm and gentle. The charity sale was held in the lobby of a hotel. In our four schools, there are two local specialty sales counters, a Yiwu small shopping mall wholesale counter and an art exhibition counter. Of course, we are the art exhibition counter. Wang Hong sat in the middle, next to a pile of picture books he painted, and signed them for sale on the spot. Next to the computer is our documentary, and here are all the paintings of Xiao Hang. At the beginning of the charity sale, we were worried that our artworks would be unsalable, and the result was really unexpected. A lady came to ask us how much those small paintings cost, and we told her each 10 yuan. She didn't think much, so she let us all pack. She took it all, took out 500 from her bag and said to keep the change. That's it. Wayward woman, very beautiful. Xiao Hang's paintings were finally sold out. Two of them were bought by Mr. Xiao's children, saying that they were for her classmates in the United States. We thought about giving this discount to Mr. Xiao, but Mr. Xiao refused. Looking at Mr. Xiao's generous efforts, she is a wayward woman, really beautiful. Wang Hong's book signing triggered a small climax. Many people are waiting in line, including Mr. Qiu, Mr. Yu Ting and Mr. Wang from Taiwan Province Province. It seems that they are all kind people with high artistic standards. Finally, all the books and all the paintings were sold out. According to later statistics, a * * * sold for nearly 20,000 yuan. There are many people who want to do public welfare in this society, and what is lacking is a trustworthy platform.
? After the charity sale, it was the annual meeting in Tian Zige. This is the last time we attend the annual meeting as teachers. When I handed the baton to Mr Xiao, I didn't think it was a ceremony. I thought it was a symbol and a mission. I hugged every familiar teacher at the annual meeting and thanked them for their company this year. This is the only thing that moves me at present. The pure touch is as clear as a child's eyes. We are a group of people who get together and do things that others look silly, just like Sisyphus, rolling stones every day. That kind of happiness is beyond words. Life should be like a flower, blooming its beauty and letting passers-by see its beauty.
The teaching program in Tian Zige has ended. I hope it can continue on the road of rural education, so that I can point to my son's nose and say, "You little rabbit, go to the mountains to be a teacher for Laozi for a year, and then come back to work."