Miss the teacher's lyric articles
The first time I met Mr. Zhang Wumao was at the 20 15 Photographers Association Consultant Symposium. I asked him to give the members a lesson with the idea of giving it a try, and he readily agreed. In his lecture, he proposed that the pursuit of art should be self-taught, extrapolate and strive for mastery. It is pointed out that works of art should have connotation besides beauty, even if there is no connotation, they should be interesting. Resolutely oppose vulgarity and decadence and always promote positive energy. I was deeply impressed by his views.
Later, I learned from different channels that Mr. Zhang Wumao is a genius in Xiantao literary and art circles, and he is proficient in photography, calligraphy and painting, music and poetry couplets. He has a high reputation, important influence and many titles in this city. He is an expert who enjoys the allowance of the State Council government. He once held a solo exhibition in the library at his own expense. Teacher Zhang Wumao is in poor health. Every time he participates in the activities of the photography association with crutches, he spreads his knowledge to the people around him without reservation. Once, I joked that the old revolution was wise and respected, so we should do a good job of mentoring and leaving the essence of our stomachs to the younger generation, not taking it into the coffin. The teacher smiled and said, I think so, too.
Teacher Zhang Wumao insisted on writing a preface for the 20 15 Xiantao Photography Exhibition in his hospital bed, and carefully prepared comments on the participating works and made them into PPT. On February 3, 20 16, the city library held a photo exhibition. Teacher Zhang Wumao called me early in the morning and said that there were other association activities to attend, and he would leave after finishing his job evaluation. The teacher visited the exhibition on crutches. It's almost 12 o'clock, and he is still seriously commenting on his works at the meeting. He received several phone calls saying that the car was waiting downstairs. He still insisted on finishing the work and leading everyone to appreciate the classic photography at home and abroad. In the afternoon, he called me again and said it was too long to comment. He wanted to explain to me. It can be seen that Mr. Zhang Wumao is very strict in both life and work.
One night at 9 o'clock, I received a short message reminding me that my mobile phone had been recharged in 200 yuan. I was at a loss for a moment, thinking that someone had made a mistake and filled it by mistake, thinking that I would wait until someone else checked it. At ten o'clock, I received a phone call from Mr. Zhang Wumao, saying that the money I arranged for dinner on Sunday afternoon was transferred to me through my mobile phone bill.
Here's the thing. In order to organize a photo contest for employees in Xiantao City for the 30th anniversary, I discussed with Mr. Zhang Wumao in advance, and asked the teacher to create lectures for photographers' association members and photographers around the theme to guide everyone to create the contest, which can be regarded as the beginning of the photo contest. The teacher strongly supports this. After careful preparation, on March 20, Mr. Zhang Wumao gave a lecture entitled "Photography Creation Concept and Theme Selection" to everyone, and commented on some authors' works, and invited several literary and art teachers to attend. Teacher Zhang prepared lessons for PPT with illness, and went down to the fourth floor of the sixth floor with crutches to give lectures to everyone without any reward. According to the opinions discussed in advance, after the lecture, I arranged for Teacher Zhang and several teachers to have a light meal nearby. When Mr. Zhang Wumao came home, considering that there was no chairman to support the photography association and there were reports from onlookers, he came up with the idea of charging my phone bill for fear of embarrassment. This noble character of selfless dedication can't help but make me cry, and I respect his character more from now on.
I have known Mr. Zhang Wumao for two years, and my teacher has been caring and supporting the work of the Photographers Association with integrity and selflessness, without giving lectures, commenting on works, serving as a judge and writing articles. At the end of 20 16, my comrades and I invited Mr. Zhang Wumao to attend the annual photography conference. Knowing that the teacher was hospitalized in Wuhan, we thought we would wait until the teacher came home to visit. During the Spring Festival, because we couldn't get in touch by phone, we visited his family again and told them that he was still in hospital, so we called the teacher. The teacher was very happy to learn that we were going to visit, and thanked him very much, and asked me to say hello to the friends of the photography association for him. I didn't expect the teacher to leave us like this.
The teacher left us with many regrets. However, his spirit of diligent study, his love for art and his selfless character are all precious treasures left to us and are always worth learning.
Chapter Two: Lyric Articles about Missing Teachers On New Year's Eve, I remembered Mr. Cheng who had been gone for four years as usual. I really miss him.
Mr. Cheng is a leading figure in Chinese education in our social banner, and has also served as the deputy director of the Municipal People's Congress and the County People's Congress. As a junior, I have long been afraid of him, but at that time I was a teacher in Qingtai High School and didn't have the face to listen to his teachings. 1990 In the autumn, I gave a speech at the final meeting of "Exhibition and Evaluation of Excellent Teaching Plans" organized by the County Education Commission. The topic was "This is how I write teaching plans", but the content focused on how to prepare lessons three times before the semester, the week and the class. At the end of the meeting, Mr. Cheng came to me and said that learning should be so in-depth and that teachers should prepare lessons so carefully. By the way, I also pointed out that my speech was a bit off topic. Finally, tell me that I will try to transfer to high school. There are too few students in Qingtai High School! Thank you very much for your guidance and care, but "transfer to high school" is still too far away for a private teacher with poor personnel like me.
Actually, it's not far away. 1In the autumn of 994, I was seconded to a high school. I don't know how Mr. Cheng put in a good word in front of a senior leader. He never mentioned it, and I don't want to say "thank you" in front of him. From then on, Mr. Cheng and I lived together day and night. One day, I forgot why I went to Mr. Cheng's house. What impressed me the most was the couplet on the door of his room: "Be an honest man and teach seriously." The handwriting is correct, horizontal and vertical, and meticulous. Later, I learned that the couplets on his door are these twelve words every year, all written by myself.
In those years, the number of middle school students in Sheqi No.1 Middle School surged, and the school has never moved. The space is too narrow, there are not enough classrooms and teachers. A class often has more than 100 students, and at most there are 130 students. Most teachers in China have two classes. I am a "dead man", always afraid that my composition score is not good and I will miss the students. I sit in the teaching and research group almost every day to correct my composition, and sometimes I don't even go to the toilet for half a day. Teacher Cheng told me that the improvement of students' writing ability mainly depends on stimulating students' interest in reading and writing. A good composition is written by students themselves, not by teachers. Earlier, Wei, a teacher with a high social banner, did not change his composition all day, but trained famous writers Zhou and Li. Teacher Cheng also taught me his "eight-character formula" for dealing with students' compositions (all reading, rough evaluation, fine evaluation and no change). Thank you very much!
1997 is the fifth in liberal arts in class 976, and the first in science in class 99 1 992. Mr. Cheng also recommended to the teachers in the municipal teaching and research section that I take part in the compilation of Nanyang teaching and research section, take part in the mid-term and final exams in the city, and talk about several "observation classes" at the municipal level. I don't care about fame, but these activities are of great benefit to my own teaching and research, and are also helpful to Chinese education in our school.
I'm quick-witted, quick-talking, and easy to talk to in the teaching and research group. I also like to interrupt when others are discussing problems without asking me. Teacher Cheng wrote to me the words in The Analects of Confucius: "There are three flaws in serving my son: when you don't talk, you are impetuous; When you say it without saying it, you are hidden; When you don't see the color, you are arrogant ",which inspired me not only to speak out, but also to be cautious." Although I didn't really do it, this heartfelt teaching made me feel it all my life.
1996, the party school of the county party Committee recruited political history teachers and asked Mr. Cheng to be a judge. After coming back, he asked me about Gu and Liu Yongming, two teachers from Qingtai Middle School. They said they spoke well in the class and wanted to recommend them to the leaders of No.1 Middle School and transfer them to No.1 Middle School. Then these two really transferred to a high school. I don't know if there is a reason for Mr. Cheng, and I haven't told these two process teachers. I know Mr. Zheng doesn't want me to tell them.
Teacher Cheng retired to Pingdingshan, where the children worked. After that, we lost touch. 20 10, rectal cancer was diagnosed, surgery was performed, and chemotherapy was in progress. Teacher Cheng called, and I don't know from whom he learned about my illness. On the phone, he told me that four acquaintances had colon cancer and later recovered, in order to encourage my confidence. After the treatment, I went to live with my son for two and a half years. I have nothing to do. I talk to Mr. Cheng several times every once in a while. The last call was in June 20 12. His voice is very weak. I'm a little worried. Let him have a physical examination. He said that he had just checked, but found nothing wrong. He just has no strength. Maybe he's old. Let me not worry, I will believe him. On the morning of December 28th this year, I called Secretary Yang Changxing to ask him because the salary of the retired teachers in the school was not in place in time. Yang said that he and President Chen were both in Pingdingshan, and Teacher Cheng had disappeared. . . . . . What a bolt from the blue! I originally planned to call Mr. Cheng on New Year's Eve to pay a New Year's call, but I was only one day away, but it became a lifelong regret. I hung up the phone, and I don't want to ask about my salary any more. I don't want to talk to others all day, and I'm not happy during the Spring Festival.
It's New Year's Eve again. Teacher Cheng has been gone for four years. "Heaven has no relatives, often with good people." Teacher Cheng should be rewarded for doing good in heaven. Teacher Cheng, don't worry, I'm still in good health. The social banner for which you have devoted your life is getting higher and better every day; Your ethics and style of "being an honest person and teaching seriously" will surely be passed down from generation to generation.