When she hugged me, tears came out of my eyes

We get along together. From autumn to spring, she always exists silently in a corner of the classroom. In class, no matter how you guide and encourage her, she never raises her hand to answer questions. If you pick her up, she He kept silent, just stood up quietly, timidly, lowered his head, and kept rubbing the hem of his clothes with one hand.

She is unkempt and does not love beauty like other girls. No matter whether he wears a skirt or pants, he is always not clean. His exposed neck is covered with a thick layer of gray scabs, his dirty sandals, his toenails are very long, there is a black patch between the nails, and his hair is always messy. Bangs covered her thin eyes. After class, the children were chattering and playing together, but she was always alone and silent, like a lone wild goose lagging behind.

When other children were memorizing, she would just stare at the book and be lost in thought; when other children were doing questions, she would hold a pen and not write a word; after explaining the questions, other children would correct their mistakes, but her paper would still be A field of white flowers.

I leaned down and stroked her head countless times: "Why don't you write? You may not know how to do it, but the teacher has already finished speaking! Why don't you write? Do you need my help?" I kept my speaking speed to the slowest and softest tone, hoping that she would relax and get a response from her.

She is always the same, burying her head deeply, nose next to the table, still silent. I can even hear her rapid breathing. No matter how long I stand next to her, she says nothing. She ignored me. I wanted to get closer to her and get to know her, but she chose to avoid me. The distance between our bodies was very close, but the distance between our hearts was very far, as if there was a long Milky Way between us. I wish she could accept me.

The class held a classic reading meeting, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly lively. The children were smiling like flowers, and the classroom was bursting with applause. At the end, her deskmate and *** who were sitting in front of her sang "The Most Beautiful Wound" together. Still not looking up, not interacting, and turning a deaf ear.

There are two white scars on her left wrist, which are very eye-catching and dazzling. She is worried and depressed every day. She always buries her head very low when walking to class, with an expressionless face. The face doesn't look like a child of this age at all.

How can she not be my wound?

Russian educator Ushinsky said: "If pedagogy hopes to educate students from all aspects, then it must first understand students from all aspects."

Through understanding , knowing that she is a student from a family with financial difficulties supported by our city, with an annual subsidy of 500 yuan. This child is from a single-parent family. Her parents are divorced. Her underage sister dropped out of school early to work with her father in other places. She and her elderly grandmother stayed at home. Grandma Living by selling rapeseed and ham sausages, he rarely had time to spend with her.

Montessori said: Children want adults to accompany them, and they do everything possible to integrate into adults' lives and become part of their lives. Children are content even if they are just sitting at the dinner table with their families, or just warming themselves by the fire. The soft words of people talking about peace and tranquility are the most beautiful sounds of nature.

However, she did not have these companions.

For a moment, I was overwhelmed by many emotions. The life of an adult is never that easy. Every family has its own difficulties. There is nothing wrong with parents divorcing. They just pity the children. Looking at this serious situation in front of me, A child who lacks love, I want to help her and have been looking for opportunities.

One morning, her grandma, who was over seventy years old, came to school tremblingly. She climbed the fourth floor of the stairs and found me who was doing morning reading. She breathlessly told me that if the mother of the child comes to see her this semester, The child must not be allowed to see her, let alone be taken away.

I felt a stinging pain deep in my heart. There were many things I wanted to ask but could never get out. How sad would this child be without the nourishing maternal love and the companionship of fatherly love?

I was hesitant and caught in a dilemma. The mother wanted to see her child. How could a teacher stop her? Grandma doesn’t want the child to see her mother. If the teacher doesn’t cooperate, can grandma give up?

I don’t understand why the children have to pay for the divorce of parents?

However, for a whole semester, the child’s mother never appeared in my class.

I didn’t feel relieved. Instead, I felt particularly sorry for this child who didn’t have the care and company of his parents. After class, I would gently walk up to her and remind her quietly that it’s time to wash her hair, cut her nails frequently, learn to take good care of herself, and tidy herself up. No matter when she has difficulties, she will always be there. Come to me in time and tell me, if you don’t want to say it, it’s okay to write me a note. You should play more with your classmates and smile more. You will definitely look good when you smile...

The same thing as before, I said that I Yes, she was still lying motionless on the table. The difference was that once, the moment I left, she slowly raised her head, and I caught a glimpse of the sparkle in her eyes from the corner of my eye.

I know, she is not a child from the stars, she has been listening, and she is very sensitive.

In class, I paid more attention to her and found that her hair was cut short and she looked very energetic. She slept less and read more. Once, I quietly When I walked up to her, I found that she was concentrating on reading comics. Her concentrated expression was beautiful, as if there was light shining.

It was summer in a blink of an eye. I was correcting my paper in one day and was pleasantly surprised to see the essay she wrote, titled "He Gone": He left on May 8th. He was my father. On that day he When I left, I really wanted to cry. My father went to work. I don’t know where he went, but he was the person who had the deepest influence on me.

Although the composition is only four short lines, I am very excited. For her, this is an improvement. Not only is it written, but the words are fluent, and more importantly, she dares to reveal her true feelings.

After class, I found her: "You must love your dad very much! How did he influence you? The teacher believes that you must have a lot to write, and your dad must also want to read it. Can you Can't you fill up this page? "

For the first time, she nodded solemnly, tears overflowed into rivers, and big teardrops fell on my hands and arms, moistening my heart. I felt a sting in my heart again. A ten-year-old girl should be pampered like a princess by her parents, right?

The next day, she came to me, handed me her composition paper, and wrote a whole page and six lines.

In the composition, she briefly wrote about her father’s joy in taking her and her sister to Nanyang for a day, and described in detail how after her mother abducted her sister to Zhengzhou, her father rushed back overnight to call the police to retrieve her sister. At the end, she wrote: I was so scared at the time. This incident had the deepest impact on me. When I mentioned my father, I wanted to cry.

When I saw the words "turn" and "terrible", I fell into deep thought. What kind of fear and struggle did this child go through in his heart?

On the eve of Mother's Day, as usual every year, I inspired the children to express their feelings to their mother, either by helping her with housework, a hug, a greeting card, or a text message... She wrote two The note, a small note said: Mom, I hate you, why did you hit your sister? The note was wet. No need to guess, I knew it was her tears.

Another note read: I want to say happy Mother's Day to my mom, I miss you, but I don't know why I hide behind my dad when I see you. It felt like there was a terrible cloud behind me, making me feel terrible.

You can imagine how the emotions of love and hate engulfed the little girl's heart bit by bit. This splitting and tearing emotion took away her brightness and happiness.

When summarizing the class, I told the children in the class that every mother was pregnant for ten months and risked her life to give birth to a child. Every child is the heart and soul of her parents. No matter whether they are with you or not, you must believe that they always love their children. It is our parents who gave us life, and we should always be grateful.

She put her face on the table, and I couldn't see her expression.

When I was in class again, I was pleasantly surprised to find that she began to actively write homework and endorse it. Her little mouth opened wide, and she and her classmates asked questions and answered each other. Her face was particularly vivid and radiant. Radiate.

Before the holiday, I once again talked to her. When she came, I asked her to sit on a chair. Before I could speak, she started talking. She said that she saw her mother not long ago. As seen in court, her mother bought her new clothes and sandals, which fit her perfectly, but the custody of her and her sister still went to her father. She said that she rarely saw her mother after she was five years old, and the injury on her arm was caused by Sheng Sheng. The hot noodles were scalding during the meal... As she spoke, she covered her face and cried, crying very loudly, her shoulders shaking all the time.

I felt very sad, so I held her hand and let her tears flow freely. I thought that crying is sometimes a way to vent feelings and relax. When she feels better, I will hand it to her. Tissues, comfort her, her father, mother, grandmother and sisters all love her. As long as she needs it, the teacher will always be there and everything will be fine.

Compared with the grievances she suffered and the pain she endured in her heart, these words seemed a little pale.

Montessori has a famous saying in "The Secret of Childhood": A person's personality traits are formed during the sensitive and secret period of his childhood.

I stood up slowly, my heart heavy, and I said encouraging words to her sensitive body over and over again. She suddenly stood up, opened her arms and hugged me tightly, and laid her head on my face. In my arms, I held her tightly with tears in my eyes.

We talked a lot to each other. Before leaving, I opened the door. The air after the rain was very fresh, the sky was blue, and the white clouds were floating.

We stood together in the hot sunshine. I pointed at the sky to show her, "How beautiful!" We both said together.

She smiled, and I laughed too, "Take good care of yourself, everything will be fine!"

She waved to me vigorously and walked straight forward. I watched her go until Her thin back disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Her bear hug, her acceptance, and her trust give me more comfort and strength. As long as I work hard, I can wake up a person who is pretending to sleep. However, this kind of power alone is not strong enough. To completely cure her, the family, society, and school must unite. The team is the most powerful.

I am reminded of a passage in Liu Yu's "May You Grow Up Slowly": Little Cuckoo, may you grow up slowly.

May you have good luck, and if not, may you learn compassion in misfortune.

May you be loved by many people. If not, may you learn tolerance in loneliness.

I hope you can sleep until you wake up naturally every day for the rest of your life.

Next time we meet, I will give these words to her and wish her to grow up slowly.