I became a teacher for the first time, but I have endless feelings.

As the old saying goes: teacher, so preaching, accepting karma and solving doubts, and in these 12 days of short relationship, I think what is particularly precious is the heavy relationship with the students.

When I first saw the more than 50 students and looked at the young and strange faces, I couldn't help but ask myself if I could teach the children well when I was a teacher. With this excited and uneasy mood, I embarked on a new journey of teaching and educating people.

Originally, I had a beautiful dream, the students in my dreams are sitting upright in the class, the class in my dream is to actively participate in questions, and the students in my dreams are United, loving and helping each other. However, the dream is beautiful and the reality is very bony. The children were so naughty that I had to pretend to be a strict teacher. Maybe one second I was smiling with the other team members outside the classroom, but when I entered the classroom, I had to keep a straight face and emphasize discipline. As a result, many students are very afraid of me, and my feelings are also very mixed when I see this situation. For a long time, I have not defined myself as a strict teacher. I hope I can get along with the students equally and understand each other, but now I have not achieved my ideal image, which makes me feel frustrated like never before. However, when I see the students listening to the class honestly, actively answering questions, and working together, I can't hide their joy and satisfaction. At this time, my mind will ring out what the teacher said before, as long as I can teach you well, no matter how much you hate me, I don't care. Yes, as long as I can see the children studying hard, even if it runs counter to my original ideal, so what? At this moment, I am the original teacher.

Time always passes quickly, day by day, the day will pass, and the time of parting will eventually come. Despite the sadness of parting, I told myself to laugh happily in front of the students. But when the children came to hug with red eyes, their reluctance got out of hand like a flood. When a student told me that the teacher, you are not terrible, we like you very much, at that moment, tears welled up in my eyes. That is not only moved tears, more is gratified, gratified that my students can understand me, more pleased with their sensibility. Maybe the reality is different from the ideal, but what I gain is the students' understanding, respect and love.

After saying goodbye to supporting teachers, I received greetings from the students. Instead of fooling around like I used to chat with my friends, I repeatedly urged the students to study hard and know how to work together. At this moment, I took off the green, understood the meaning of the word teacher, understood the weight on the shoulders of a teacher, and really transformed from a student into a young teacher. I am very glad that as a new teacher, I met the most beautiful of you in the most beautiful season, leaving behind an unforgettable memory and endless love.