Since I started working, I have worked in four schools, rural joint middle school, town central middle school, county central middle school, and a general middle school in Suzhou New District. I have met many people and done many things for my educational ideals.

Now, when I reach middle age, I often unconsciously recall the people and things in the past. Some people gradually become blurred in the long river of time, while some people feel more and more interesting as time goes by. , some of their words had a profound impact on me. The following is a brief summary of the comments of several old friends (to be precise, they should be "both teachers and friends").

1. Teacher Wu Weiliang

Teacher Wu, whose stage names are Jieyi (one mustard in the sea) and Sanpu (he loves hackberry trees), was my art teacher when I was in middle school. Later I was transferred to Alma mater, and became colleagues and very good friends with Teacher Wu (he is one of the people I respect very much). He lives a slovenly life and likes loose clothes, but his thoughts are absolutely pure. He loves calligraphy, Chinese painting, hiking and photography. A five-meter-long case occupies half of the room, and the yard is filled with hackberry bonsai.

Teacher Wu is very famous in the circle for his calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting (he has been practicing calligraphy very diligently, and I don’t know how many buckets of water he wrote on the cement floor of his office). He has held many personal calligraphy and painting exhibitions. Luo Yi, the one who loves and buys his works all over the country (I also like his works very much), are simple and elegant, clumsy on the outside and quiet on the inside. They are a true portrayal of his personality, giving people the enjoyment of beauty and purification of the soul. When I got married, he gave me a Dou Fang, a couplet, and a fan, which I treasure to this day).

In the autumn of 2010, my wife’s brother got married, and his father-in-law invited him to sit at the counter (writing couplets, keeping accounts, etc.). After the lunch break, the guests and friends went home one after another, and the things on the cabinet were basically finished, so he and I went for a walk in the fields at the head of the village. The village is next to the Yi River. As soon as we left the village, a quiet fragrance of rice flowers hit us. , almost all is green, green and neat rice fields cover the fields, and patches of thatch on the field ridges are up to the knees, with long white ears. Teacher Wu couldn't help but say that this place is really "nice". You stand next to this bush of thatch and I will take a picture for you. Now that I think about it, Teacher Wu is a person who can always discover, understand and enjoy beauty.

During the chat, he said: "Now I know less and less how to teach students, especially art. I am afraid that if I say something wrong or say it poorly, it will affect the children's impression and understanding of art." .

When I heard this, I couldn’t help but be shocked, because at that time, Teacher Wu was already over fifty years old, had more than thirty years of art teaching experience, and was already quite academically accomplished. Accomplishment, I know this sentence is his true voice from the heart and his true feelings.

It took me many years to slowly understand the connotation of this sentence - the more truly a master is, the more strict he will be on himself, and he cannot say even a word casually. This is especially true for teachers, because Teachers' words, deeds, emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy will all have an impact on students.

2. Teacher Liu Chengyuan

Teacher Liu is my colleague when I was working in the county middle school. He is about ten years older than me. He teaches Chinese and I teach mathematics. From 2008 to In 2010, we worked together for two years. Teacher Liu is an upright person, good at independent thinking, has his own views on all issues, and never follows what others say. For two years, we lived in the same room, got along well, and felt like brothers. He had a great influence on me.

Teacher Liu plays basketball very well. After work, it was he who took me to the basketball court and developed the habit of exercising consistently. In the nine years from 2008 to now, no matter whether it is good or bad, My physical exercise never stops. Insisting on exercise has long been a part of my life. It has given me a strong body, abundant energy, and a solid foundation for my work and life.

After school in the evening, we came to the stadium together. After the exercise, we put on our bicycles and walked home, chatting while walking (our homes are in the same direction, by the way, his home is farther from the school than mine) Closer, the reason why we push the stroller instead of riding is so that we can chat for a while). The topics we talked about were very broad, the atmosphere was very pleasant, and some issues were discussed in depth. We often had to stop when we reached his door. Sometimes he simply doesn’t go home and walks a little longer with me.

One night, when the lights were on, we talked about food. He said: "People always have to set a few rules for themselves, and once they are set, they must strictly abide by them. For example, I set some rules for myself If there is a discipline not to eat beef, I will definitely not eat it. No matter how tempting it is, I will never touch it. (It is not that he doesn’t like beef, but he likes it very much. The reason is to cultivate his will. )."

What he said about discipline had a great impact on my thoughts. I have been thinking about what disciplines I should set for myself. And you? Some people may say that life is just a fleeting moment, so don't treat yourself badly, and don't use discipline to restrain yourself like an ascetic. Since life is short, you should do whatever you want and live a free and unrestrained life to be worthy of yourself.

(Which view do you support?)

3. Teacher Huang Shaohong

Teacher Huang was my colleague when I first joined the rural joint middle school. In terms of age, he belongs to my father’s generation. After graduating from high school, he worked as a private teacher for more than ten years and became a formal teacher in the 1990s. Teacher Huang taught Chinese, history, etc. when he was young. He quoted classics and was humorous in class. Students especially liked his class. Last year, Teacher Huang retired honorably.

Decades of life experience have given Mr. Huang a pair of discerning eyes. He can always get to the essence of problems when he sees them. He is a round and smooth person, and pays special attention to protecting and supporting young people. He has repeatedly given me advice and guidance when I was new to the podium and was not familiar with the world.

Teacher Huang is an optimist, a gourmet, and a warm-hearted person (I always think he is the reincarnation of Su Dongpo). He often drinks a little wine when he goes home for lunch, and comes to work in the afternoon with a glowing face. He always has a cheerful smile when meeting people, giving people a warm and kind impression. He often taught me how to cook. The most impressive thing was when he taught me how to make lion head meatballs and sweet and sour radish shreds. I got these two dishes from Teacher Huang and I felt good about myself. When any family in the village has weddings or weddings, the head of the family always asks him to be a deacon (called "Da Zong" in the dialect). He is also very happy to take up this unpaid post, helping other people arrange various things in an orderly manner, so that the head of the family can feel at ease ( I have followed him many times to help with weddings of wealthy families, writing obituaries, memorials, etc.).

Teacher Huang and I have been together in the joint middle school for two years. I respect him like a father, and he treats me like a son. Two years later, I was transferred to work at the town center middle school. I had fewer opportunities to meet each other, and I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Fortunately, two years later, the United High School was withdrawn and merged into the town, and we worked side by side on the same campus again. He was assigned to work in the library because of his age. I worked in the town for five years and led five junior high school graduating classes. They all worked overtime and were overloaded with work, so I rarely visited the library (now it seems that being busy at work is just an excuse for not wanting to study).

Once, Teacher Huang and I met on campus. He couldn’t wait to hold my hand and walked towards the library. As we walked, he said, "What have you been busy with lately? Have you read any classics?" We have just assigned a lot of classics to the library. Come and choose a few to read." I said, "I've also read some of the four major Chinese classics." He couldn't help but pull me to the bookshelf and pointed to a row of brand new books. He said sincerely: "You should not only read Chinese masterpieces, but also world famous books."

Many years later, I came into contact with the new education and became a student of the Network Normal University. To truly understand what Teacher Huang said, I not only need to read books written by Chinese people, but also books written by foreigners. After all, the world is very big.