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[Introduction]: love, is an eternal topic. Life because there is love and wonderful, life also Because will love touched. Maybe our life is short, but we can make the world because there is love and ever lasting. Love is a harmony with nature, is understanding of harmony. As a teaching career were I, like all counterparts, is ordinary, not earthshaking deeds, no magnificent rhetoric, have just ordinary and ordinary. But I am still satisfied with my work. I am proud of engaging in education and choosing such a life, making life shine in the ordinary! Sun Dongsheng West, every day to repeat the same work. In the morning, I came to school early, watching the students came to the classroom, ear from time floated heave cordial greetings, sometimes I can’t even response, students will call a few sound. In this way, I am moved by this intimacy and enthusiasm and sincerity every day. After school, the students waved goodbye to the teacher and goodbye to the teacher. In the sound of goodbye, I was moved by the warmth from my heart. Just as no winter snow cold, no Chunyang of warm; No rain infatuation, no rainbow gorgeous; Not dead of bei shuai, no raw fun; No failure of tears, there will be no successful laughter; Without words, there will be no historical record; Without education and education, how can we feel the sweetness and bitterness of intimacy and separation between teachers and students? Love, is an eternal topic. Life is wonderful because of love, and life is moved by love. Maybe our life is short, but we can make the world because there is love and ever lasting. Love is a kind of harmony with nature, a kind of understanding harmony, a kind of close harmony, and a kind of deep unforgettable heart. When people loved, love portrait sun rises, gentle romance with, is world like flowers opened, is own brand new cluster bright and first year. On students of love is a kind of to put all the soul and intellect dedicated to children sincerity. This kind of love is selfless and should be dedicated to all students without reservation; This kind of love is deep and contained in every little thing done for all students. This love is sacred, it can congeal harmony friendship. All of these are the collision between heart and heart, and the blend of love and love. Tao Xingzhi once said: to have eager students, must have an inquiring of Mr. To neng xu foot source, in order to keep up with the pace of the times, I often reading all kinds of books, to understand the latest information, learning advanced experience; Work on weekdays in, try to spare time to learn from other teachers, learn from each other’s strong points and learn from others. I like text, it let me relive memories in scenery, perception human changes in temperature, picked up life in another kind of beauty, and expand my lonely Garden, interpretation different kind of scenery. It makes my world filled with drama, write full plot, let my life uruo a paint picture, and as if tone waves of song, harmonious wonderful. Now, I have been a teacher for more than 20 years. These 20 years, is keep on learning witness, is I with the students Growth of witness. I smile, because students made accomplish greater achievement. Empty down, I often ask myself: settled on this business, you regret it? Heart a louder voice and sounded: no regrets! Because I in the ordinary post casting a greatest dream, because I in transfer of knowledge of the fire. Three-feet dais, is my ground, no flashing neon, no lifelike props, and I full of passion, because I deeply love my ordinary occupation, deeply love my lovely students. A sweat, a harvest. When the students I taught kept going to the podium, when the papers and educational essays I wrote won prizes one after another, and when I won honorary titles one after another, when my students in teacher’s day to visit my, I am gratified. A little, line by line, slender flying, I unhurriedly fill in Qing Ling life footprint. In drifting fragrance of spring rain, quietly taste, quietly thinking, quietly sentiment, let dripping of rain give yourself a free, relaxed heart releasing, feel a inner silence and return. Chinese New Year, a letter cheerful letter faces full of affectionate greeting cards, from all directions after another, when my heart is always filled with pride and proud. I swear silently: For the sake of these simple students, I must do my job well, not for a glorious life, but for a steadfast life. I will burn, bridge and cultivate with the spirit of candle, the attitude of ladder and the character of scalpers. So, decades later, when I liangbinbanbai, footsteps stumble, I can proudly recited: White dian mo hua shi heart, Lang Lang breeze Peach Spring. Often harbors a Castle Peak non-Haoyue, xin guan disciples exhibition universe! 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Tonight, it was not late at night that I had already sat in my study, opened the iPad, and began to forget all the tiredness of my day and buried myself deeply in my sky. Turn on the radio and broadcast Jiang Yuheng’s CD, quietly intoxicated in his soft singing. I like his songs, because his songs are soft enough. In these days, ideological trends have sprung up, and many poems have been written, no matter whether they are written well or not, whether they are appropriate or not, or whether they are inconsistent or not, or the meaning of words is thin, just scatter your own voice in those specious words. Then, I will release them regardless of, but suffer those blogs that click on my poems. Fortunately, blogs on the Internet all have a heart of compassion. My so-called nonsense is rarely trampled by people. In fact, I don’t know what poetry is, nor what poetry and painting are. I just want to express my heart between the lines one by one, but take it to words, so I have to make up a few words with simple words, hoping to relieve my mood, it can also make people understand the effect. Every time I read other people’s exquisite proses and poems, and then look at my own works, I always feel ashamed of myself. Occasionally, there will be the idea of whether to stop publishing articles to avoid showing ugliness. Every night, when everything gradually settles down, when the night covers the Earth, the mood will begin to wander around. Sometimes, chasing others’ works on the Internet, chewing each blog’s mood carefully, listening to each sad person’s heart silently, as if they became their bosom friend online. Some articles deeply touched the wounds in my heart, and it seemed that I had entered the world of that blog. When I felt his (her) joys and sorrows, I would be moved to tears. The reason why I wander in this virtual network world is nothing more than that my mood has nowhere to be delivered, and I also hope to find my bosom friend, so I have to face “strange faces” one by one “, telling your least known mood. Therefore, just in the gentle singing, the loneliness of silence, the loneliness of wind and rain, the constant thoughts came out on the Internet with the tapping on the keyboard. Occasionally, I saw the full moon and the lack of stars, but I couldn’t improve my lonely mood. Later, I found that the sun and the moon rose, the day day and night, the Earth was still rotating, and what remained unchanged was My unwillingness and sorrow. It turned out that it was myself who closed the door in my heart and didn’t let people approach or pry. I firmly believe that when every blog is on a whim or when inspiration emerges, all the words I know will flow through my heart smoothly, into my mind, and then turn into touching sentences, words that affect readers’ resonance, a poem and a prose were born in this way. However, my character Library is always a little too small. Therefore, there were only a few lines of words coming and going in the written articles, which were dyed dim by my gloomy world. Perhaps, it is because that I have never really enjoyed the surrounding scenery, experienced the fragrance of flowers, listened to the pleasant sounds of birds, appreciated the greatness and beauty of nature, and gained insight into the world, so after all, we can only write stories about ourselves, inner sadness and extreme opinions. I believe that words can peel a person’s heart naked and present it in others’ eyes. I also believe that diaries can express the grievances in real life and let myself open my heart, all unhappiness will disappear in the space with the pouring of words. Therefore, I have been clinging to creation and writing. But recently, it has been gradually discovered that this mentality seems to disgrace all blogs, all writers, the spirit of creation and those exquisite words. Because my starting point seems to be inclined, not for creation, not for poetry. Am I wrong? I don’t know. Just like tonight, I wrote extravagant nonsense, but I still hoped to tell the world what I thought in my heart. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. 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Winter

Today, it was the first snow in winter. The snow was very heavy, and it was indeed falling down one after another. I sat in front of my desk and stared at it, unable to overlook the mountains, I can’t look close to Yuan Ye. I live in a small town, and the high-rise buildings that are not too high still cover my vision. If I want, I can open my imagination wings and think that the pine trees and Cypress on the mountain stand tall and snow, I thought they would be covered in silver overnight, the mountains would be more majestic, and the ridges of wheat seedlings on the wilderness would open their green and soft arms happily, accept the warm quilt given by heaven. Think of the perfect plant planting in the park. Red Ruan wood is planted in front of cedar. The cedar is verdant, and in winter, Red Red Ruan wood with dry branches should be so eye-catching in a snowy dress, I want to see if plum blossom in winter has already blossomed pregnant buds and bathed in the snow; I want to see the verses of great men on a sunny day, which are extremely enchanting. Putting up the wings of imagination, I was also intoxicated in the intoxicating snow scene in front of me, watching the snow fall on the graceful and graceful Willow with withered and yellow leaves but not yet scattered in the snow, seeing the snow falling on the locust trees with big umbrellas as street trees, seeing the big umbrellas gradually turning white from gray green, seeing the rose plants with withered flowers still standing on the branches close to each other like sisters in the snow, Watch the vehicles galloping in the snow, and watch the snowflakes fall on the land where the temperature is not low yet, turning water in a flash, moistening the Earth. I also think that the next year will be a harvest year. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, the originally gloomy sky turns white gradually, and the large tracts of snow falling into water are no longer melted, and layers of snow begin to accumulate on the ground, occasionally, there were three or two people holding up the oiled cloth umbrella in the snow walking slowly and cautiously. Occasionally, there were three or two cars walking slowly against the snow, pouring a cup of tea. I stared out of the window, although we can’t count every piece of snow falling down carefully, we just stare at whether we can go through the snow to find plum, dance and sing, go back to our childhood, cast snow again, fight with snow again, and make a snowman, I am eager to return to my childhood, and my heart is like snow, white, flawless and clear. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…