After reading five excellent essays of Walking with Snails.

How would you react if I asked you to take a snail for a walk? Novelty yellow Don? Or I'll sort it out for you below. I hope you like it.

Thoughts on walking with snails

Recently, I read an article "Walking with Snails", which described the snail as follows: "It has been trying its best to climb up, why is it always a little bit every time?" I urged it and yelled at it, and the snail looked at me with sorry eyes, as if to say, people have tried their best! I pulled, pulled and even tried to kick him. The snail is hurt. He was sweating and panting. I finally let go and had to give up. God doesn't care anyway. What do I care? The snail crawled forward and I sulked behind. Huh? I smelled the flowers, felt the gentle breeze and found the scenery that I had never used before. "

After reading it, I suddenly realized: isn't it like our teacher's job to take a walk with snails? Isn't the snail in the article growing like us children? What's the use of pushing it, yelling at it, pulling it, pulling it, and even trying to kick it? It will only make you unable to enjoy growing up with your children. When the teacher is angry, the child will sweat, cry and get hurt like a snail. Then respect the law of children's growth, allow children to make mistakes, listen to their inner voices, observe the level and stage of children's individual and group growth, and adopt scientific methods to lead and accompany children's growth.

At this time, the video of bamboo shoot growth appeared in front of my eyes. Little bamboo shoots don't want to wake up, grow up and enjoy the sunshine and rain outside. The mother of bamboo shoots enthusiastically calls for the little bamboo shoots, wittily describes the strange world outside and patiently encourages the bamboo shoots. With the encouragement of her mother, the little bamboo shoots finally got up the courage and took the first step of growth, enjoying the sunshine and rain.

I am really surprised by the wisdom of mother bamboo shoots! People need to learn motivation on the road of growth, and the bamboo shoot mother in this paper is a good motivation to stimulate the growth of small bamboo shoots. Small bamboo shoots, under the guidance of their mother, tasted the joy of success after their own efforts. Isn't this like a teacher's profession? Our task is to inspire and lead children to experience the joy of success, enjoy the rain and dew of knowledge and enhance the value of life.

Thoughts on walking with snails

God gave me a task to take a snail for a walk.

I can't walk too fast. Snails have tried their best to climb. Why always a little?

I urged it, I bluffed, I blamed it, and the snail looked at me with sorry eyes, as if to say, "I have tried my best!" " "

I pulled, I pulled, and I even wanted to kick it. The snail was injured, sweating and panting, and crawled forward.

It's strange, why does God want me to take a snail for a walk? "God, why?" The sky is quiet.

"alas! Maybe God caught the snail! " All right! Let me go. God doesn't care anyway. What do I care? Let the snail crawl forward, and I will sulk in the back. Huh? I smell the flowers. There used to be a garden here. I feel the breeze. It turns out that the breeze here is so gentle Wait! I hear birds chirping, I hear insects chirping. I see stars all over the sky!

Huh? Why didn't I have such a delicate experience before?

I suddenly remembered, am I wrong?

It was God who asked a snail to take me for a walk.

Thoughts on walking with snails

Charlie and Linda have been married for many years. Linda is an out-and-out "strong woman in the workplace" in life and has great enthusiasm for everything. But Charlie has a koala-like "slow temper". Linda blamed Charlie for it. But Charlie's answer is always this: slow down and we can enjoy more scenery.

One day, Linda fell ill and was taken to the hospital. The doctor said it was acute gastroenteritis caused by overwork. Charlie told Linda lying in the hospital bed that he had a dream:

God arranged for me to take a snail for a walk, and I accepted it gladly. But it is difficult, because the snail's speed is really too slow, so slow that it is "outrageous today." So I left the snail and went for a walk alone. There are crystal dew on the grass. The lovely bird hummed. This is something I didn't notice before. Suddenly, he realized: I didn't take the snail for a walk, but the snail obviously took me for a walk. Because the snail's slow speed allows him to enjoy the scenery that he usually ignores.

After hearing this, Linda understood why her husband was seldom ill, because he knew how to live. After that, whatever Linda did was not as hot as before. Instead, I was infected by Charlie's "slow temper". The couple's slow pace of life allowed them to discover many beautiful things that they had previously neglected.

Yes, the rhythm of "fast life in the city" now makes us hurry and miss many scenery along the way. Let's get old early. When you feel that you have no time to enjoy life. Why don't you slow down from now on? Cherish the rest of the beauty?

Thoughts on walking with snails

When I first read this book, to be honest, I couldn't understand it. It's not that the language is obscure. It's just that I think there must be something behind these simple and warm words that I still can't understand, and it will have something in common with "raising children to prevent old age and knowing parents' kindness"

At the beginning of the book, God asked me to take a snail for a walk. After experiencing anxiety, anxiety and irritability, we can clear the dark clouds and see the sunrise again. I suddenly realized that the real tour guide has always been a snail that I almost didn't like during this seemingly hard journey.

The fifteen chapters of the book are not as coherent and central as the novel, but they always revolve around parents like me and children like snails. Whether the caterpillar teaches me lessons or the mantis teaches me to read, the voice call of the earthworm and the praise of the tadpole reflect the unspeakable tacit understanding and deep feelings between parents and children on the road to growth: the road to children's growth will not be smooth sailing. Sometimes, watching children move like snails, I believe many parents will once wonder why their smart genes are not reflected in their children and why they are so stupid. They want to take care of their children with their own strength, but everything is in vain.

At the moment when the pace is in a hurry, few parents who work hard for their families will stop to look at the scenery on the roadside. The reason is very simple, that is, they want to give their children the best. However, have you ever thought about what children really want? Will it be your praise when their grades are excellent, endless criticism and abuse when their homework is wrong or their grades are not good? I just want to say that people in the world are never short of flowers and applause when they are shrouded in glory; When we hit rock bottom, there is never a lack of discussion, ridicule and criticism behind it. Praise after glory, criticism when frustrated, really do not lack you.

Cultivating children will be the best book that parents have ever read in their lives, and they are the protagonists of their mature minds. As an adult in his twenties, he is a little naive and mature, and has little idea about educating children. I can only produce emotional voices from childhood memories, but in any case, the patience, persistence and silent support of parents will become the wealth of children's lives and make them a better future.

It is often said that everyone is writing a story all his life, and whether the story has a perfect ending depends on you, on the children, and on how much tacit understanding you and your children can form. I sincerely wish the parents and children who are walking on this road and have not finished walking can finally embrace the bluest sky and be your best.

Thoughts on walking with snails

You are right, let you take the snail for a walk. It may be slow, but it really wants to keep up with your footsteps and work hard! However, you will soon find that it is slower than half a beat. Will you wait impatiently again and again?

Maybe it's not that snails are too slow, but that we are too fast? If we run at that speed, how can the slow and weak snail catch up? You can't catch up anyway! Just, why don't you slow down and listen to the birds singing and smell the flowers, and by the way, just wait for that slow little snail who never gives up?

Alas! Actually, you're not the only one who walks too fast.

Birds walk in the air, fish walk in the water, and the wind walks in the branches. What about me? Walking along the river of life, everything is so uncoordinated. At first glance, I saw the gorgeous and plain words of the golden bell jar, which I carefully hid in my heart like a treasure.

I ran through primary and secondary schools at the speed of running. Finally, after fair and cruel competition, I won, got the prize and the pass to enter the university. I'm a little tired after running all the way. I don't want to run anymore, for fear of being exhausted on the road in the future. I want to save strength for the future!

I want to walk slowly and enjoy the scenery along the way. Only one trip is good. But after getting used to the fast pace, it seems that I can't adapt to the relaxed and slow pace.

How can I slow down? I think it might be good to take a snail for a walk. No, don't say I'm waiting. In fact, it is to take me to the secret garden to see if spring has come early! However, snails may not want to? He probably thinks I'm too fast. Ok, I'm going to find a snail and tell it: snail, don't leave me, I'll step on your beat very hard, very hard!

Why do I walk faster and faster? Oh, maybe the snail will ask me! How can this be good? Walking on the road, I slowed down and meditated. I thought and thought, but I broke my head and didn't think of the answer.

When I was very young, I was as small as a snail. I certainly couldn't climb fast, maybe even slower than a snail. At that time, there were not so many frames in my little head, and I wondered why the flowers on the roadside smiled at the sun. Will a snail be tired when he carries it home every day? Adults have long legs and big steps, but it doesn't matter. I have snails with me.

But slowly, I can walk very fast, and I began to follow the pace of adults, step by step, chasing me like a snail. The snail didn't catch up with me at last, and I finally left it far behind, far away. Of course, I know nothing about it. I'm just immersed in the fun of chasing adults. I can stride like them. What a proud thing it is! You think so, don't you?

Maybe, I'll look back for the snail. How could I forget? "Hurry up, or you can't keep up." At a call, I readjusted my pace and quickly followed. Alas, I left it, my dear snail!

Am I a clever boy? But I lost my snail. So I belong to a stupid child? But I can keep up with the pace of adults, okay? I drew a big?. In my mind. I'm getting confused. What kind of child am I? May I ask my mother? Well, maybe my mother thinks I'm a silly child, afraid I'll be sad and won't tell me the truth. May I ask him at the next table? But will he think I'm stupid?