Ask for a speech to realize your dream.

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly. Everyone has their own dreams.

However, what is a dream? What is a dream? Dreams are expectations, but dreams are powerful-your courage and persistence in taking misty dreams as ideals is the highest level of your responsibility to yourself. But ask yourself, how many of us can realize our original dreams?

Our dream is a simple belief and a responsibility for our future and life. Perhaps, it is the ambition of twenty years old; Perhaps, it is the confusion and impulse of adolescence; Maybe it's just a dull desire, a desire for applause, and a desire for success. Countless "possibilities" and countless "hopes", because our youth is full of miracles, and our dreams, big and small, are fragrant in every corner of life.

Dear friends, looking back on your growth all the way, do you still remember the throbbing of every dream and what footprints you left in your life?

In order to cultivate self-cultivation, my mother asked me to start learning calligraphy at the age of 6; Because I can speak before weaning, my mother concluded that I have a talent for language and arranged a lot of language training since I was a child. Because of my mother's "writer's dream" when she was young, I began to receive formal writing guidance at the age of eight ... I was like a mechanical sponge, madly absorbing unfamiliar academic knowledge, such as foreign language classes, computer classes and home economics classes ... whatever my mother thought I should learn, it was my obligation.

A person is numb when watching awards, and I can hardly find my own direction; Suddenly disappointed with the whole future, when everyone thought you could succeed, I resolutely chose to give up.

Run away from home before the college entrance examination, in order to find the so-called reason to persist in struggle. Walking in a strange city on foot exposed my stupidity in the dazzling sunshine.

Give up studying again, give up the opportunity to stay in the coast or even go to Beijing for further study, just to get rid of parents' arrangements and go your own way.

When everything settled down, I recalled that my parents and I bumped all the way to this remote place; Recalling the tears in my eyes when my parents left; Recalling the text messages and phone calls that the teacher repeatedly advised me to go back and repeat ... I suddenly realized that my dream had paid such a price.

When my classmates tell me why you know everything. For the first time, I was full of gratitude to my mother. At that moment, I realized that the person I have always wanted to resist is actually the one who knows me best, learns to be grateful and learns to face up to my dreams.

Yes, my dream. Constant watch-give my students hope, give my readers warmth and give my lover happiness. Yes, my dream. I have been infatuated with this place since I first stood on the podium. From the first time I published an article, I began to look forward to the world of words. From the moment I decided to stay here, I stuck to my inner desire.

No matter how many marks the years have left on our faces, no matter how many scars the world has scratched on our chests, as long as we have the right to breathe, we have the passion to rebuild our dreams! As long as we have the oxygen to survive, we have the courage to create passion!

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Choose to persist, choose to cherish, choose to achieve the passion of life, and bravely realize the original dream in your heart!

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The key to the rapid development of rural economy lies in education, and the revitalization of education comes from teachers. Reforming rural education and improving teachers' quality is an important task at present. As a college student, I should participate in the torrent of this reform. Dedicate your youth to mountain education, sow the hope of the future, and fly lofty ideals.

The meaning of life lies in service, the true meaning of service lies in dedication, and the purpose of dedication lies in perfecting life. I serve, I am happy; I give, I am proud.

I graduated from Hubei Normal University, majoring in computer science and technology. When I was a freshman, I set a point on the life coordinate, a point to become an excellent people's teacher. My mother is a teacher, my brother is a teacher, and my sister-in-law is also a teacher. I am eager to be an excellent people's teacher like my mother, passing on knowledge to children and spreading love to the world. Four years in college, my original intention has never changed. In addition to studying compulsory courses and completing compulsory credits, I am most active in practicing Mandarin (I am not afraid of jokes, I took three Putonghua exams), learning courseware, learning to make web pages, and taking the teacher qualification exam.

In 2006, when I saw the news released by the school about the "Rural Teachers' Funding Action Plan", the words "three years' experience and lifelong wealth" deeply shocked me and touched my heart. When listening to the lecture tour of previous college students in the school lecture hall, I signed up with a passionate heart. I believe that with my world, my value can be reflected and my dream can be realized.

On July 15, 2006, I was assigned to Zhandabei Middle School in Lin Tan Town, Qichun County after the training of educated youth. Qichun county is located in the border of Hubei province, at the junction of Hubei, Jiangxi and Anhui provinces, and belongs to poor mountainous areas. The overpass where my school is located is the most remote and impoverished area in Qichun. The headmaster once said humorously to us: "We are a place where the sun can't shine and the spring breeze can't blow. When you come, you must be prepared for hardship! " The scene of coming to Zhandabei Middle School for the first time is still vivid. The headmaster personally came to the Qichun County Education Bureau to meet us, and the car circled along the mountain road. Just now, I felt that there was another village that bypassed a hill. This was "How can I tell through all these clouds?" Here we go again. I don't know how many hills I bypassed. After more than four hours of bumps, I finally came to this mountain school, which is located on a remote hill. It was past ten o'clock in the evening when we arrived at school, and it was still raining, but the teachers and students of the school warmly welcomed us. They set off firecrackers and fireworks. At that moment, I knew that I was not only carrying students, but also the expectations of leaders!

Zhandabei Middle School is the only middle school in Tianqiao, with backward teaching conditions and a shortage of teachers. Most teachers live in dangerous houses. I also live in one of them. When it rains, the house leaks. If it rains heavily or snows heavily for several days, a sign will be hung in front of the door: Please stay away from dangerous houses! There are more than 800 students in the whole school 13 classes, and there is not an information teacher. As soon as I arrived, I was divided into the information technology class of the whole school and the math class of Class 8 (2). Before the formal class, the vice principal asked me to switch math classes with a class in Grade 7. I said that since I divided them, I would obey the arrangement of the school. Later, I learned that there were seven or eight Liangshan heroes and three or four heroines in this class. Nevertheless, I don't regret my original decision. Since I have chosen the road of old-age education, I can train people in the most difficult environment.

Looking back on my experience in the past six months, I am worthy of my choice. Although I can't do my best, I have been pursuing to do better.

Children here often have to walk more than ten miles to school, steam their own meals and eat pickles brought at home. But many times pickles are moldy for a long time, and students rarely wear new clothes. Even some students don't wear warm clothes. Wear balls and socks in winter, some shoes are exposed, and some students are sick and have no money to see a doctor. Seeing all this, my first thought is that these children really need love, help and caring people to care for them. When I saw two girls in my class still wearing cloth shoes and thin socks on snowy days. I took out a little money from my meager salary and bought several pairs of thick cotton socks for each of them. Although my ability is limited, I still believe that as long as there is a glimmer of light, I will definitely send out a heat. Here I really feel the true meaning of love: a little help will light the candle of a child's life; Bit by bit, will lead the old district to a brilliant tomorrow; As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world.

The school introduced the rice selling system for the first time this year. I am responsible for familiarizing myself with the system, writing cards and filling out forms. At the beginning of school, there were more than 800 students in the school, and a lot of cards were filled out. Sometimes in class, students will come to me to recharge. Because it is the first time to use this system, there will always be some failures at first, such as: the voltage is too low, the computer automatically exits the system, resulting in data loss; Some human negligence, mistakes in writing cards, etc. However, these problems were solved well in the end. Now the system is running normally. It provides a lot of convenience for school management and also brings a lot of convenience for students to eat and buy things.

I can still remember the first time I walked into the classroom of Class 8 (2). In the warm applause, my brain stopped turning, because this is the first time I was received as a teacher, which is so sacred to me. At that time, I was really happy. I looked at the simple smiling face, the eyes eager for knowledge, and the happy faces. I was happy from the bottom of my heart and secretly decided to teach them everything I learned. There are many naughty students in the class. Once in math class, a boy hummed in class. I stepped off the platform to stop him. I didn't expect him to curse. My first feeling at that time was to find him out and tell him not to come to my math class again. Next, my heart was half cold, and tears swirled in my eyes. He is a sophomore. I didn't say anything at that time. I walked onto the platform with a heavy load and continued my class. After class, I fled the classroom. I don't want to make it public. After all, he is a student or a child. I want to give him a chance and give myself a chance. Then I had a good talk with him. I said that when the teacher was young, no one was allowed to say a dirty word at home. I have never said a bad word in my life. He also regrets it. He said that he actually respected me, but swearing has become a habit. I strike while the iron is hot. I said this habit should be changed. We should gradually get rid of bad habits, not in one day, but in January. Not January. What about two months? He promised me to change, and in class, I repeatedly stressed the need to form a harmonious atmosphere. You are a big boy, a big boy who doesn't swear. He is very cooperative with me in class now and is actively thinking about my problems.

The math foundation in our class is particularly poor, much worse than I expected. Grade eight students calculate that the square of 4 is equal to 8. I didn't know their situation at first, and it was a linear function, which was abstract. Most students report that the class speed is faster than before, which is unacceptable. I was confused at that time. After careful reflection, I decided to change my teaching strategy and discuss with their former math teacher how to teach students in accordance with their aptitude when I have time. Redesign the lesson plan and try to slow down the pace in class. If some people don't understand, I will explain it to them in my spare time. I used the weekend to make up for some problems left over from the seventh grade. I won't give up any students. Those with good grades should be top-notch, and those with poor grades should be remedied. In the mid-term exam, the math score of our class improved by a step, and the student with the highest score was only 3 points short. In fact, he can get full marks. Although the math scores of our class have improved on the whole, they have not reached my ideal level. I still need to continue to work hard, improve and innovate. When I saw them on the podium to receive the prize, I felt extremely gratified.

Usually, I always encourage students not to give up on themselves easily in class. People are most afraid of not having confidence. The teacher will never give up on each of you. In the teacher's mind, you all have bright spots and are all good. As long as you are willing to learn, the teacher is willing to accompany you to suffer. There are several students in this class who worry me very much. Their origins and experiences really sympathize with me: some have no father, some have no mother, some are fostered in relatives' homes, there is a girl in the class, and her parents are absent. Her adoptive father fell and died on the spot while helping others build a house, and her adoptive mother had left home. Now she has to live alone with her elderly grandmother. In her mind, I am not only her teacher, but also her confidant and her good sister. And she also promised me that as long as I am here, she will definitely finish junior high school. They should all stay in school and receive a good education at this age. Many students in my class say that I am as kind and kind as their mother. Some students even asked me to be their godmother. I know I have a long way to go and a heavy burden on my shoulders.

Because this is the most remote and poorest area in Qichun County, the construction of computer specialty is very backward, students can be said to be completely illiterate about computers, and even the teachers here know little about computers. Most students have never been exposed to formal computer education, and their basic skills are far from meeting the requirements. This school belongs to a poor school. Last year, wuhan polytechnic sent 32 new computers, so now we can make courseware in the computer room to teach students. I patiently tell them some introductory knowledge about computers in every class. During the period, he was also responsible for the ninth grade information technology graduation exam. This year is the first year of the information technology examination, and Zhandabei Middle School is also the test center of the information technology examination, so it is particularly important to prepare for the ninth grade. I started from the basics, a breakthrough in knowledge points, and the operation questions took them to the computer room to demonstrate again and again. In the computer room, I am mainly responsible for building peer-to-peer networks, installing systems, debugging systems and testing systems. I had classes during the day and stayed in the computer room for three or four hours at night.

My health is not very good. The school is built on the mountain, and it is particularly cold in winter. I am thin and afraid of the cold. I've been sick here twice. The medical conditions here are poor, and the drip medicine has not been cured. I haven't recovered from my cold for more than a month, but I really need to get better as soon as I think of my classmates and the upcoming final exam. I have shed tears, sweated, cried and laughed here. I can't forget skipping rope, kicking shuttlecock and running with my classmates at the sports meeting; I can't forget to make a snowman and have a snowball fight with the students on the accumulated snow of about 30 cm. I can't forget the students sneaking up and saying to me: Teacher, I missed you again last night; I can't forget that the headmaster ate with us during the festival; I can't forget my care and consideration when the weather is cold ... Half a year's life as a senior teacher has taught me a lot and tempered my will, making me strong and mature in life.

Youth is beautiful, because of selfless dedication, so brilliant; The teaching profession is sacred, because it inherits culture, so it advocates light. Although there is no bustling city, no rich entertainment activities, and the pace of life is very simple, I have a fiery heart, and I am here to pay without regrets. I believe that as long as my heart is full of love, my colleagues care and my leaders support, I will certainly realize my dream in these three years.