Occasionally, I read the prose of Taiwanese writer Zhang Wenliang, “Take a snail to go for a walk”: God gave me a task, told me to take a snail to go for a walk, I can’t go too fast, the snail has tried to climb, why? Every time it’s always a little bit…”
Isn’t that a small snail talking about our children? They have tried their best to climb forward, but they can be restless during class, small quarrels during class activities, and bad learning habits because they don’t reach me. Responsible for being blamed, educated and tried hard to correct, and at this time the children looked at me with a look of sorry or aggrieved. Think about it, I am too eager to find, it is time to slow down and so on these little snails!
So, I adjusted my mindset and started the journey of taking the “snail” walk: in the classroom, slowing down the progress of teaching, no longer shouting loudly because the child did not understand, but using eyes to encourage them and gently talk to them. The children became active and raised their hands during class; I no longer angry at the children’s voices because they secretly exchanged the contents of the book, but let them read the interesting content to the classmates aloud, from their seriousness. On the face, I felt the joy of harvesting their knowledge and heard their love of knowledge. During the class activities, I was no longer upset because the children were chasing screams on the playground. I slowed down my steps and simply walked. Enter the world of children, jump ropes with them, play games…
Slowly, I fell in love with this group of innocent little “snails”. They will send their hands to make a few hours of greeting cards during the festival; they will greet softly when they are sick; once, bend over and take things, because too After exerting force, the cup on the table slammed into my head, and the children immediately surrounded me and shouted anxiously: “Teacher, are you okay?” The anxious face was very moving. The teaching career has become more colorful because of their laughter and laughter, and I began to look forward to the moments I met with them every day. Although there will still be anger and loss of patience, but the child’s first and most beautiful life in the life that I have shown unconsciously makes me no longer bored. This road’s “walking” tour taught me to pay and learn. Appreciate, learn to understand, and learn to wait and calm.
The years are fragrant, the prosperity of a tree and a tree, the green is also light, and the yellow is also at ease. Teaching a child is like taking a snail on a walk. I want to keep a snail in my heart. I want to take it and walk forward leisurely.