Van Gogh's memory stays in the romance of sunflower. The burning sunflower is gorgeous, elegant, delicate and dynamic, with simple and strong color contrast. It is full of wisdom and aura in the heavy pen, which induces the tremor of the soul and melts into Van Gogh's rich emotional world.

The Courage of the Head Teacher's Education magnifies the color of Al's sunshine in August and is a sincere and pious spirit.

Fear of boating: non-professional background, knowledge loopholes, acclimatization, vacillation, fear that "being a class teacher will get tired of tedious class management all day and endless inspection and assessment", thinking of "stepping into the ranks of 45-year-old middle-aged people", it is time to have a rest.

Yi Meizi "applies for the national second-level psychological counselor to understand the students' psychology, adjust their emotions and psychology, and become a better self." "I still wrote: The greatest happiness in my life is that I will never be a class teacher!

Plum's fear made me fall. "What happened to the class teacher?" -"The sense of accomplishment is gone", "Work is wonderful, but I feel how painful it is."

The contrast of inheritance is mapped by the "painting" of art and the "lens" of reality, and the faint memory becomes heavy words on paper.

Walking into the deserted altar, breathing becomes quiet: "returning to school on sick leave", "political counselor for college students" and "poor little donkey in the studio" have no choice, "it is the power of fear that forces me to grow and progress", and "the meaning of fear is not to make you shrink back in fear, but to find positive power in running".

At this moment, the heavy memory becomes flexible on paper, recording the sunset of the altar in the four seasons.

Approached, I still don't understand: "I was put on the sword again" and "fear swept through again"

The interviewer said, "Mr. Chen, you will be a good head teacher, and you are also suitable to be a head teacher."

Swift sings for the desolation of heaven and earth, who will integrate life to the minimum, and the earth will be full of your breath?

"When the setting sun at the altar is paved with silent brilliance, every bump on the ground will be reflected brilliantly."

How can I not expect it?

As if I saw you running freely, your smile lit up the whole flower sea.

courage

Today is the day when my head teacher's studio school awarded the license. I don't know why, when I wrote these words, Van Gogh and his paintings came to mind. In the bright sunshine, Van Gogh wore a straw hat, exaggerating and walking happily in the warm and rich yellow-green wheat field. Under the bright dome, all is silent, the mountains rise and fall, the reflection of the stars in the sky and the lights on the shore infect each other, and the color of the moon turns golden. Van Gogh's portrait is like the ever-burning lamp of God, reflecting my vulgarity and mediocrity. I suddenly realized that I love Van Gogh so much because I want to be as pure as Van Gogh. Van Gogh just likes painting, and I just like being a class teacher. I hope I can work and live passionately and happily in the fickle garden of many teachers.

This mentality is hard-won, because when I was a class teacher, 18 years was accompanied by fear.

My initial fear was that I was born in a non-professional class and had not received formal professional education, psychology and other professional studies. I am afraid that I am not qualified for education and teaching, and I will be mistaken for my child. I am afraid that students will think that my teaching and education level is poor and coax me out of office. Because of fear, I study hard, I study hard, I study hard, I study hard. After eight years of hard work, I finally ushered in the first light of education and teaching life, and I officially became a full member. However, due to the needs of school teaching and education, and because of my relatively excellent teaching ability, I became a class teacher again. But I'm still scared. I'm afraid I'm congenitally deficient and my business ability lags behind my colleagues. I am afraid that my basic skills of six-year correspondence training and one-year full-time training are too weak, and my professional knowledge learning is not systematic, resulting in loopholes in education and teaching knowledge. Later, I moved from town to city, from junior high school to vocational high school. Fear is still with me. I am afraid that the children in the city are too smart and naughty, and I am afraid that the differences between urban and rural areas will make me unaccustomed. I'm afraid I can't adapt to the pace of integrating into a city with a local flavor. With fear, I walked into the library, Boku Bookstore; With fear, I entered the national second-level psychological counselor to understand the students' psychology, adjust my emotions and psychology, and become a better self. Soon I stood firmly on the platform of the city and became a senior teacher of mental health. Like many teachers, it seems that the teacher's ultimate goal has been achieved. I am extremely afraid of being a class teacher, and I am afraid that I am tired of tedious class management and endless inspection, appraisal and assessment all day. Besides, I have entered the ranks of 45-year-old middle-aged people. It's time to have a rest. However, my fear did not escape the school leaders' soft grinding and hard foam, and I became a class teacher again. Fear and injustice make me feel a sense of accomplishment in the position of class teacher. Work is beautiful, and I feel how painful it is. Once in a summary report on the work of a class teacher, I wrote: The greatest happiness in my life is that I will never be a class teacher!

As the days passed, the class teacher followed the steps step by step, tepid. However, three things that were destined to happen unexpectedly became the turning point of the head teacher's mood.

Scene 1: On March 8, 20 13, I returned to work after surgical sick leave, which coincided with the tea drinking activity on March 8. After accepting the warm greetings from my dear colleagues, I overheard their feelings: Beauty Chen, you are really unlucky. You have gone to the hospital to stop being a class teacher, and the school will not let you go! It was like a bolt from the blue! For a moment, I felt insulted. I did go to the principal's office three times and five times to ask not to be a class teacher, but I would never take my body to escape. Teacher in charge, what kind of fear and despair is this? I feel more ashamed than ever. Every time I think of it, my heart is full of solemn sorrow!

Scene 2: Due to various reasons, the professional dignity of mental health education has experienced certain setbacks and blows in our school. This kind of blow deeply hurt me, and once made me doubt the value and significance of mental health education. Thereby breeding inner loneliness and despair. It is said that silence is golden, but not all occasions can use gold. With sadness, I went to find my own mental health stage. Fortunately, I contacted several vocational colleges, and they all showed great interest after reading my resume and materials. Once, I quietly tested the professor who introduced me: I came to your school to be a mental health teacher. In fact, I was under great pressure but also very motivated. Unexpectedly, the professor pushed his glasses, looked at me suspiciously, and solemnly said, Mr. Chen, as a political counselor in our school, is it not very good to be relaxed and carefree? The school is so close to home, and you have been there for half a century. What are you doing? At home, lying in bed facing the ceiling, I asked myself again and again: would I like to be a political counselor for college students in higher vocational colleges? Is there still room for me among a large number of university psychology teachers with master's and doctor's degrees from famous universities? Is it an escape or an inner choice for me to go to higher vocational colleges?

Scene 3: After hard work, I finally became a member of Teacher Han's studio, a special moral education teacher. Once, I was deeply stimulated by a detail, because I was a member of Mr. Han's special teacher's studio, and everyone sat together to discuss the teaching plan of life education. On my left is Xue Junyulin (Xue Jun Middle School) bear, on my right is Tonglu Wei Qing (Tonglu Middle School) cow, and in front is Fei Yinghu of Zhao Hui, sitting in the middle like a poor little donkey. I was unusually silent that day. It's not that I don't want to express myself, but after listening to others' expressions, I feel that I am really too shallow and ignorant than them. I dare not and have no ability to talk to them.

Three fragments, three unforgettable memories. Like most people, the motivation to be a class teacher was just to pursue the mental journey of the class teacher in recent years, regardless of the initial fear of unemployment, hoping to become a full member; Or later, I was afraid of falling behind and expected to integrate into the city; Whether it is the initial pursuit of senior teacher qualification or the comparison of inferiority of my classmates and sisters later, there is a main line running through it, either explicitly or implicitly, that is, the power of fear forces me to grow and progress continuously. The greatest place to experience is not to achieve any practical results, but to really find yourself on the road of growth. The meaning of fear is not to make you shrink back in fear, but to find positive strength in running.

Last year, our city needed senior teachers with 15 years' working experience as a class teacher in order to select the person in charge of the class teacher's studio, and they still worked as a class teacher in the front line, with outstanding achievements and characteristics, and certain writing skills and theoretical level. After careful consideration, six schools recommended me to try it on behalf of the school. I was put under the sword again. Fear swept through again. The requirement of written interview is not easy at all. Although I don't want to, since I have been recommended, I can't be too bad, otherwise I will really lose face. So I found a bunch of books about the work of the class teacher and chewed them up. It's incredible that I found a new world of moral education for the class teacher. It turns out that many of my successes are due to my unintentional compliance with the laws of education. It turns out that I am so tired because of my rejection of moral education. The fundamental reason why I'm afraid of being a class teacher is that I don't have the guidance of advanced moral education ideas, my educational goals are eager for quick success and instant benefit, I value my own reputation too much, and I value the external evaluation of the class too much. I didn't expect to change my mind for an exam recommended by the school. I have been thinking, knowing this, can I be less angry, and knowing this, can I change and influence more students. Of course, I can certainly gain a sense of accomplishment in education by changing myself. It is not too much to describe the preparation for that month with madness. Now that I think about it, what a precious spiritual wealth it is. On the day of the interview, I was confident and calm, and the interviewer appreciated my thesis defense. At the end of the interview, the interviewer said: Mr. Chen, you will be a good head teacher, and you are also suitable to be a head teacher. At that time, I was filled with emotion. This interview became a turning point in my class teacher's road.

I'm here to talk about a topic that I won't talk about in front of everyone, present my confusion, struggle and persistence truthfully, and reveal a forbidden area in my heart to everyone. Don't want to shake a little personal affairs, grandstanding. On the contrary, I just want to say that life and work are really well-intentioned. Some people fly high with eagles, while others fly low like me. After a thousand turns, they still stick to you in a corner.

The class teacher's studio is not an honor, but an empowerment and responsibility. Leaders are not leaders, mentors or trainers, but research partners. This is a platform for actual combat, demonstration, communication and learning. A group of like-minded, thoughtful, willing to act, insightful, innovative, pen and writing class teachers' paradise. "Although Zhou was an old country, his life was reformed", "Decadence has no beginning, and emerging has an end". Education is the reason why life affects life, so is the work of the class teacher.

When I reread Courage in Teaching, I remember that in the second chapter, The Culture of Fear, the value that travel brings to people is fear. Excellent teachers and students * * * try to cross a strange truth landscape, and this fear lets us know that we are on the verge of real learning. We passed through a piece of sunshine that spread all over the earth, which is an eternal holy land.

I firmly believe that every bump on the ground will be brightly reflected at the sunset of the altar and the moment when the silent lamp is flat.

03 shengteng

Reading plum was attracted by the author's artistic temperament from the beginning: Van Gogh's paintings, sunshine, wheat fields, starlight, lights and the moon all evolved into purity in plum's words, illuminating our vulgarity and vulgarity, and also pointing out the time and space for self-improvement.

Mei Zi is a senior teacher of mental health. She used Van Gogh's sunshine to see her inner fear: the lingering shadow in 18. The scenes of fear unfold in turn with the efforts and progress of life. It is a healthy fear and an inner feeling of exploring on an unknown road. It makes us awe and focus. It is like a sledgehammer hammering and forging constantly, testing our ideals and determination, eliminating all impurities with weak faith and tenacious will, leaving fine steel behind.

Reading Plum, I was most moved by three photos of Plum after she was 45 years old: the feelings of colleagues after surgery, the suspicion of university professors when applying for a job, and the silence of the famous teacher's studio. I remember Palmer said that the job of a spiritual teacher is to let the audience feel the power of self-cognition, self-healing and self-improvement by showing the process of their inner world. In the story of plum beauty, I once again summon up courage, embrace fear and face my truest self.

Mei Zi's fear narrative not only records her growth, but also shows her understanding, insight and transcendence of fear. I like the sunshine at the end of her narrative: "The sunset at the altar, the moment when the silent light is tiled, every bump on the ground will be reflected brightly."

Close Reading of Plums focuses on psychological narration, in which there are countless spaces to show a broader life, such as Van Gogh's Sunshine, which requires the integration of wheat fields, wheat fields, starlight, lights, the moon and other elements. Only in this way, the sun will use her magic to touch everything in the world, so that under the bright dome, all is silent, the mountains are undulating, the reflections of the stars in the sky and the lights on the shore are infected with each other, and the color of the moon becomes golden.

I hope I can reread Plum's narrative in different time and space, not only from the perspective of psychology, but also from the perspective of education, culture, philosophy and life. Knowing that Mei Zi likes painting and drama, she is versatile. I hope this versatility lies in Palmer's closer dialogue to deconstruct the natural time and space of the current narrative, so that the story of your life, like Van Gogh's Sunshine, turns the color of the moon into gold in the accompanying things.