mother’s hands

Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she’d lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.

I don’t remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, “Don’t do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didn’t say anything in reply. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.

Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother’s hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.

Well, the years have passed, and I’m not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She’s been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl’s stomach or soothe the boy’s scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world… gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could…

Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.

In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, “Don’t do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom’s hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she’d remember, as I did. But Mom didn’t know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.

25 days alone came to xiamen

Sleep to 9 o ‘clock in the morning, play with mobile phone, reading novels, the unexamined began to open a computer, don’t know what to do. Originally thought a lot before came to this city, also plans a lot, like to find a nine to five, first to buy 6 book to serious finish see, then in my elementary school students to practice good levels of word, meet some friends, have some money in the gym. Reality is cruel, looking for a good ten day’s work, is not appropriate, or somebody else don’t you, can’t find a good job, because I know what I am.

Was like this for 25 days, a few days ago also better, friends here also has a companion, friend, they are gone now, back to the original place to find a new job. Now no one cook eat, and no one to talk, to find a job is not smooth, sometimes I really feel, if he was to do anything, someone asked me: do you have any special skill, what are the advantages and I was laughing and didn’t answer, actually I’m afraid, because I don’t know what they really are, people are lazy, don’t do things seriously, also old have their own ideas, self-righteous, have been making excuses for themselves, today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, tomorrow also all day fantasizing about a miracle happened, never take the initiative to do things, it is easy to emotional, so big and there were only one or two bosom friends, no enthusiasm, feel really bad, what medicine can actually all is bullshit.
What you don’t know? In the don’t work hard you have future? So big doesn’t even have a girlfriend too, just know to play all day, still respectable, see a like a, there is no skill, you is oneself still small, also can literally play, play to the capital, their dinner now, accommodation is a problem, return not bashful do nothing all day, truth who would say, is it’s hard to do, but if you insist on down, success is you.

Is not good, come to work in earnest, people didn’t know here, you can rest assured to do, no one laugh at you, waiting for your success in the future, feel ok, you go back and meet your friend, talk about your achievements throughout the year, people will feel you have changed, not the same as before, can you do on your own, even to tired to cry, that also have the value, not like now, are you tired of meaningless to cry no more meaningful, isn’t that right, one’s life to live for yourself.

Lazy is not an excuse, not reason, is said if you don’t lazy, show they have skill to make, and did not have a good life is created, some others you also can have, look at the others spend, you can, as long as you work hard, actually very simple, why don’t have to work a good job, is why people can’t live better, since you do this to who, effort! Do the work, its own cultural level, at least not to write is same as before, there are many words can’t write, talk less, more know how to respect yourself, respect others, otherwise, there’s no need for others to respect you, what things can hide in the heart of his good friend grumble.

Rich and powerful people that are capable of, otherwise how those people is not about you, want to learn others strengths.

Hope you are not like this now when see diary, now also to worry, put aside everything, forget everything, to do well and do our best to work, they did not believe them will not change, even if you don’t have to achieve the results you want, at least you tried, to struggle, you still have what good disappointed, dry well, the one thing you are a successful person.

go for a dream

That year, I’m 19 years old, with a heart of both nervous and excited, I stepped into the normal this strange campus, began the trip to my dreams.
It was thirty years ago, people’s teacher from an ordinary student in the future, the rural population into urban registered permanent residence, identity and the household registration occurred earth-shaking change. In spite of this, I didn’t realize this, just holding the simple desire of “plum full world", began his study tour.
Alone in a foreign land, people or things around you seems so strange. This for my introverted, seem to them all the time in sending out the “you are the one of strangers". So afraid to contact with them I can only a person, a person lost, a person sigh in the dark. For the future, for life, even for the dream, I had a fantasy to imagine; But is it good also because of that deep feeling, also lost its luster and become bleak.
Books are changed me, I am out of the block, to get rid of the inferiority, the freshman.
At that time, we have a reading class each week. We can go to the library to borrow books on its own terms, to the reading room reading a book. That is the most makes me in a week the joyful moment, is also the most make me calm. It was then that the rural children – just before have I seen a picture books, listen to a somebody else about what four great classical novels, almost did not see any decent books rural Eva, here, for the first time to see have a place (library) hidden so many books. This let me by surprise; At the same time, also gave me a surprise, I can have a book.
Since then, I met Paul, cattle for self-protection, I know the dumas, alexandre dumas, I met Helen and her teacher miss Sullivan. It was from then on, I planted a seed in the heart: I like Sullivan, become a good teacher change students’ fate.
Made friends with books, came in contact with classmates had the conversation, my normal life gradually with the melody. I’m swimming in the university, I in the ideal of free field. How many times in the dream, I stand on the three feet platform, “take, opine"; How many times in tears dancing, I face the eyes of the pairs of clear water, gently waved, the rosy clouds in the western sky.
I fell in love with the book, I fell in love with my teacher. I pursue the road of high-spirited.
That year, I am 22 years of age, with a heart of both excited and uneasy, I set foot on my dream already a long time of the lecture hall – my position, my job.
Vaguely remember that feeling of young, that clumsy mouth tongue, bewildered. Teachers for the first time, in the face of so many young eyes, eager to look in the eyes, I have produced some not confident about themselves. Can I teach them?
Fortunately, there are special care of my leaders and colleagues, dismissed my worries and doubts, let me gradually put students gas on one side, straighten the waist, bravely shoulder the responsibility of a people’s teacher.
Also clearly remember and students go to spring outing, to eat with them a pot of rice, and drank a bottle of water, took a group photo together; Is still clearly remember the scene when I won the tug of war, and together they training, sweat together, cry together; More forget, of course, in this winter night, travel day and night walk on mountain road home visits, the north wind piercing howl, in open fields of the tragic character. Forget, have experienced both in work or in life suantiankula, forget those with students together of dribs and drabs…
Time Ren ran. From eighty s to ninety s, across from the 20th to the 21st century, education as China’s economy, great changes have taken place.
In the practice of the continuous education, constantly in the exploration of teaching, I know my own shortcomings, is the so-called “books to time square hate less". So, to make the dream of the more colourful flowers, in order to Chen planted all over the world, I like a devout pupil, and lift the books.
From the book, I know wei scholar, was convinced by his wonderful lecture and education theory; I met Yang Chu spring, with students enjoying his “fast" composition; I tried the town of hong tao teacher put forward the five stages of teaching mode, I also practice professor li the method to create “six type of unit teaching, and now, a new teaching reform, based on the curriculum standard of classroom teaching, and like fire like tea,
Dream bloomed in the classroom, ideal fly on the podium.
For decades, cling to do an “answer", do a human soul engineer, no matter how hard the road, work hard, how big is the temptation of the outside, I never give up, because there is a book, a dream.

the sunshine of love

LeiShuYan said: “the sun is a kind of language, is a language that can understand you."
Yes, I understand, I also understand – that is the language of warm, it is the language of happiness, it is the language of love…
She is not only from the sun, but also from a person’s heart.
The most beautiful teacher Zhang Lili lay a robot, with his own body to save a child’s life.
Is the most beautiful mother wu juping kicked off the heels, desperate rush out, stretched out his arms drop by 10 floor niu.
The most beautiful nurse xiao fang the angel a kiss, make breathing a cardiac arrest, cardiac arrest aunt “coming back to life".
Best guard soldiers Gao Tiecheng regardless of personal safety gate-crashers celebrated the inferno, three times have save, risk one’s life to save people’s life and property, caused the second degree burns on the body.
Best driver Mr. Wu in the “sky" after several catties iron hit, endured the pain and calm for the pull over, shake handshandle brake, open the double flash and a series of actions, ensure the safety of a car people’s life.
Time, love sunshine possessions on the earth, countless beautiful took over the baton of love, to pass down a stages, they are the most beautiful girl, best grandpa rubbish most beautiful woman, most beautiful warrior, is the most beautiful bride, the most beautiful MangNv…
Love warm the heart, leaving the engraved on the memory, love write poetry of splendor.
LeiShuYan said, “sunny day, walking in the street, you won’t pay attention to the sun……" , yes, when we are healthy, go in peace, the smooth, and who will notice the side of the “sunshine"? These “beautiful" was all around us, was originally a ordinary person, they like us, every day busy, for the life to work hard every day. They are not to be noticed by people, because they are the masses of ordinary one.
When danger occurs, however, when there is a crisis, when there is a sudden drop, evil they will be put in storage in inner “sunshine" never hesitates to release, no matter you are big man, or a commoner; No matter you are rich or poor. They put the warmth of love, the happiness of love, the power of love given to every need, and don’t ask for any reward.
At this moment, we see the magnificent and brilliant sunshine, we heard the generous and passionate of sunshine, we feel the sunshine selfless and generous.
“The sun is a kind of language, is a language that can understand." Let’s dialogue with sunlight, to feel her warm, her sincerity, her generous, let us draw strength from the sunshine, to get the nutrition, to take over the baton of love, the love light, to comfort the hearts of lonely, go to the warm indifferent heart, to illuminate the darkness of the road, let love shine every corner of the world, to shine in the world every one of us.