As usual, I started to change my weekly diary, and suddenly I saw an untidy short weekly diary. Whose is this? How dare you write a weekly diary like this! Turning to the cover, I couldn't help being taken aback. It turned out that she got excellent grades in the class. Can't be wrong? Yes, that's her. Suddenly, a burst of anger came to my mind. How can she be so perfunctory? Can't be tolerated. As the class representative kept a diary, I said to him, "Go and call her." But I waited all afternoon, but I didn't see her. So I'm even angrier. How can a good student in my mind be like this?

The next day, it coincided with Chinese morning reading. When I walked into the classroom and looked around, I saw her hand me a weekly diary and a letter. So I didn't say anything. Finally, class is over, and I can't wait to get back to the office. I opened the letter and suddenly understood. It turned out that because of the contradiction between her parents, she was so sad that she could no longer concentrate on her studies. In order to cope with the errand, she wrote down yesterday's weekly diary. In the letter, she asked the teacher for forgiveness and asked me to give advice on her current situation because she was at a loss. I felt so guilty that I opened her weekly diary. Yesterday's weekly diary was torn up by her and replaced by a neat and rich weekly diary. While rejoicing, I can't help feeling sorry: why did she tear it up? Because at the back of that weekly diary, I wrote a comment, "learning is a persistent thing, and there can be no slack and perfunctory." I asked her during recess, and she said, "I tore up that page of weekly diary and made it into a bookmark, so that it can spur me forever." I was speechless for a moment.

Whenever I attend class, I will feel a pair of more focused eyes; Whenever I change my diary, I can feel a more sincere heart. The distance between teachers and students is shortened instantly.

Inadvertently, the weekly diary of another girl in the class caught my attention again (she is introverted, does not like to talk, studies hard but has no grades). Her weekly diary is more like a confession of truth, like a slowly flowing river telling something to the scenery on both sides of the strait. Because she is the eldest daughter of the family, her parents have high expectations of her. However, despite her hard work, her grades in the class are still very poor, and she feels anxious, helpless and helpless. So the teacher advised her to repeat the grade and even invited her father, but she didn't want to stay because of her poor self-esteem. So she wrote that even if the teacher gave up on her, she would never be discouraged. She would take this as a warning and go all out until the teacher looked at her with new eyes. Seeing this, I was thinking, as a student who is working hard and has worked very hard, since she has achieved a clear conscience, what else should we ask her? Facing the teacher's attitude, she didn't resent it, but deeply blamed herself and was ready to bear the burden of "humiliation". How can I comfort her? Obviously, any comfort is powerless. So behind her weekly diary, I wrote: "The writing is particularly delicate, especially good at expressing rich inner feelings, and very sincere. I hope you can play your specialty in this area. " I wonder how she felt when she saw the news. But I know that she will work harder, because she is a pearl wrapped in a clam shell waiting to be discovered.

Correcting one weekly diary after another from the students' hearts, I suddenly found that being a Chinese teacher is really my luck: because I can touch the students' truest hearts, listen to their inner calls and feel their truest emotional world.

Zhou Ji, opened a door for me, a door into the hearts of students.

You can delete some points, after all, it is ok not to write too much in the weekly diary.

One of my happiest things.

Everyone has something happy, so do I. Today I also want to share a happy thing with you.

This is a very hot summer, and the sun is like a big stove. People get sunburned, so they wear umbrellas and sunscreen to go out. And we children can only beg our parents to get us the dollar we dream of and buy a popsicle to relieve the summer heat.

One day, I was studying in a painting class, and it was surprisingly hot that day. It was the day of our exhibition, and several of our students were drawing nervously. I'm so tired that I'm sweating all over. I thought, "Hey, let's buy a popsicle later!" "

After lunch, I went to buy popsicles with some people. Just when I bought popsicles and walked out of the shop contentedly, I saw an old woman standing on the street corner, dressed in rags and with dark skin. Her hands are thin and there are countless wrinkles on her face. Although she looked at passers-by with a pair of eager eyes, no one paid attention to her. A few people looked at her with contemptuous eyes, but my buddy turned a blind eye.

I'm a little angry, but I can't be angry. I rummaged through my pockets, found the remaining fifty cents and sent it to her. Her eyes suddenly filled with gratitude and kept sending me away with that look.

Maybe my behavior is not understood by some people or laughed at by them, but I think she needs our care and help. Although I lost the opportunity to buy another popsicle, she was happy because of my help and made me happy. I did it very well.

Happiness may be in your mind or in front of your eyes. Let's look for happiness!