Shuxiang family prose

No matter in school or in society, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Good prose generally has the characteristics of literary talent. You always can't write a paper? The following is my collection of scholarly prose. Welcome to read the collection.

Looking back suddenly, it has been ten years since I stepped onto this three-foot platform. For more than ten years, as a young teacher, I grew up slowly with the book.

The first time I stepped onto the podium, I was young and had the momentum of a newborn calf, but I was more uneasy and confused: how to better control the classroom, how to be a qualified class teacher, and how to communicate with students heart to heart, all of which became obstacles to my growth. I keep consulting famous teachers, and I keep groping for progress.

I remember that at the beginning of my career as a teacher, the school gave each teacher a copy of "Suggestions for Teachers" written by the famous contemporary Soviet educator Suhomlinski. There are * * * one hundred suggestions in the book, and the educational thoughts and ideas of Suhomlinski are permeated between the lines. At this time, the first professional book I read after I stepped onto the three-foot platform gave me infinite enlightenment and insight. Read a hundred pieces of advice carefully and you will gain a lot. I learned to give advice and get along with students, who regard me as their big sister. Harmonious relationship and classroom interaction made me try the joy of success.

With the advancement of my work, I feel more and more deeply my lack of knowledge. How to better interpret the text and better control the classroom are all problems before me. I urgently need the support of wisdom, so I began to read articles in some excellent educational journals to keep abreast of my colleagues' thinking and exploration on the frontier of education, and broke through the limitations of time and space. I saw the growth experience of some special-grade teachers and their wonderful classroom teaching. Yu Yingchao's 50 Lectures on the Art of Reading Teaching >:>& lt Yu Yingchao speaks Chinese. In this "zero distance" contact, I finally realized the meaning of "accumulation".

Every year on Teachers' Day, the school gives us books as holiday gifts. Let me print one.

The most profound example is Wei Shusheng's rambling about the work of the head teacher. With a large number of vivid and touching examples, Mr. Wei comprehensively described his unique work experience as a head teacher and the specific measures to do a good job in class management. He gave me a profound experience. As a new class teacher, he is still naive and extremely impulsive in dealing with class problems. I gradually understand that if I want to be an excellent class teacher, I must always keep a cool head, optimistic spirit, healthy and active lifestyle and conscientious work passion. Grumpy and scolding can't solve the problem fundamentally. What's more important is to squat down and have heart-to-heart communication with students. By reading professional books, we can learn the spiritual nutrition of education and teaching, and transform this spiritual nutrition into our own working ability and comprehensive quality, so as to fully improve the effect of education and teaching. Because of reading, I also deeply feel the immaturity of my knowledge and the lack of teaching art. Reading has become a teaching mirror for me, from which I can better understand myself and position myself.

"The pen is involved in creation, and the stomach is full of poems and books." Besides studying for teaching, it is more important to study for yourself and for yourself. It aims to improve life, enrich human nature, enrich cultural background and life interest, and experience life. "The source is long and the root is deep." Read more classics, you can improve your literacy, and you can make your words and deeds tasteful. Through reading and learning, let yourself become a book that students can never get tired of reading.

After busy work, read two favorite books, bathe in the rain and dew of words, and calm down the impetuous heart. Nourish the spirit in reading and trim the words in reading. The pages opened my heart and enriched my spiritual world.

Busy and trivial work may not have much time to really settle down and study.

But I firmly believe that reading is my best friend, with books as my companion, less impetuous and less impulsive; More silence, more wisdom.

When I was writing in Shuxiangmen for 2 years, the book that impressed me the most was Good Boy. In my memory, there are cunning foxes, cute and clever white rabbits and fierce and honest big fat bears. There are lovely and sweet people who help their mother wash vegetables every day, and there are also witty and intelligent people who are naughty all day. Such children's magazines satisfy my childhood fantasies about animals I have never seen before, answer my vague doubts about how to be a good child, and subtly educate me to be honest and kind, be a filial child, and learn to handle things tactfully.

Of course, these are all late summaries. At that time, I wouldn't express them. Anyway, I like watching them so much. I pester my mother to watch them every day, and I have to show them my favorite stories. At that time, I was like a wound-up storyteller, happily repeating my not wonderful description. My mother is not a very patient person, but she has become my patient and good listener. Whenever this time, she will show great patience, listening to my stories full of loopholes over and over again, and mentioning me from time to time. For example, the little white rabbit likes to eat carrots, not meat, which is obviously common sense, but I am too excited to care. Whenever I recall it, I still feel novel. If I paint a picture of that time, I can actually hear happiness and happiness.

I once had a feeling that women and books were perfect for each other. The unique femininity of women combined with gentle and steady bookishness is a charming precipitation. This kind of precipitation, like the pure plant fragrance of nature, haunts and refreshes people, making you calm from the heart and full of love for life.

My mother has an almost old-fashioned treasure for books. It was difficult for her to keep books when she was at school, and the first little book she learned pinyin in my kindergarten, as well as some miscellaneous books added from time to time, were all arranged in the bookcase. There was no way to sort it out, so she welded the bookshelf and put the old books in an old room. In her words, these are all knowledge, which is easy to throw away and difficult to find again.

I have a deep understanding of this.

In the middle and late stage of the crazy college entrance examination, there will be some topics with high scores. They used to be Olympic-level topics in my eyes, and I will choose to give up. I am lucky to think that the textbook is not written, so there is no need to be so hard on myself. One day, however, my mother took out a book whose cover was yellowed and turned to that page. The poor printing ink in the 1980s was a topic I just gave up. Mom said with a smile, national education has reduced the burden, and all these difficult topics have been deleted, only in old books.

From then on, my mother found that there was probably information about extra sub-topics in old books, so she buried herself in old books and rummaged for a little time, and many topics could be found by her. Whenever this time, she will be very happy. Later, my mother said that finding problems is like finding a bunch of small flames, which will always light up the way for some daughters.

However, I am not a disappointing person. Even though my mother loves reading, I am naughty and can't concentrate on my studies, so my studies are average. Every parent wants his son to be a dragon and his daughter to be a phoenix. I understand that feeling, but I am rebellious and unwilling to accept such heavy expectations.

Easy and ignorant years are always happy, passing like a stream, but they don't give you a chance to be alert. In this way, one day, I felt my mother's peace. Instead of earnestly telling me to study and read more books, I looked at a pile of colorful books with reading glasses. Since when, not only I, but also reading glasses accompany her? ...

Those colorful books are cookbooks, such as the complete list of ingredients, nutrition collocation, microwave cookbooks and so on. My mother said that the books she read at each stage were different. Now that my daughter has grown up, she wants to read more books she likes and show her books on aesthetics, and then she is interested in telling me how to fry broccoli, so that nutrition will not be easily lost. Looking at my excited and talkative mother, it seems that I saw me as a child through time. I stood barefoot on the bed, sometimes jumping to imitate the white rabbit, and sometimes swinging to imitate the big fat bear. In front of me, I laughed and listened to my mother mention me.

After many years, now, under the moonlight, my mother is holding a book and wearing reading glasses on her nose, immersed in her world. It's a book knitted by sweaters, with all kinds of stitches and patterns, which dazzles me. But my mother watched patiently and quietly, sometimes picking up a needle and thread, or picking up a horizontal line to make an important mark.

For more than 20 years, with every stage of my growth, my mother read different books, about my study, about my growth and about our life. She wandered in the sea of knowledge, but what she passed on to me was a deep maternal love.

Now, I am going to be a mother, and I have prepared many books. I'm looking forward to such a scroll:

An orange lamp, a cup of tea, a book, whispering in your ear, touching the baby's angelic sleep.

-To my happiest time.

In April, the earth was blue and white, and there was wanton thick green everywhere. Holding a good book in your hand, you can swim in it, immerse your thoughts in it, and feel all smiles and relaxed. At this time, your heart can only be filled with the word "happiness".

Nature is harmonious and God is fair. There are thousands of roads to happiness. When one of them is unfortunately closed, there will be a new road with a green light and unimpeded.

When I was a teenager, I fell into the trough of marriage like a deer wounded by a cold arrow, with only haze in my heart and no sunshine. Those days were really bitter, as bitter as Huanglian.

Fortunately, after all, I don't live in a closed vacuum and let myself go on like this. I live in a society full of sunshine and human feelings. This is a big group with love and positive energy. I am surrounded by my relatives, my friends, my colleagues and leaders. During that time, my family took good care of everything, fearing that I would be hurt a little more; My heart-to-heart guidance fills me with happiness; The warm words and concerned eyes of leading colleagues are like the warm sunshine in winter, shining into my dark and cold heart and melting the grievances in my heart. What's more, I can pick up my beloved book and wander among it. The spiritual world in the book makes me feel like a glutton. It let me forget the sorrow, get vent, and slowly move towards recovery. Soon, I adjusted my mood, put aside all my troubles and devoted myself to my work. At work, I planted happiness and gained happiness.

During this period, I experienced a more meaningful thing, that is, I participated in teaching in Zigui, Yichang, organized by the Hubei Provincial Youth League Committee and the Hubei Provincial Department of Education. At that time, I was assigned to a rural hope primary school in Zigui County. Although the conditions are difficult, working with those kind and simple teachers and studying with those innocent mountain children, my mind instantly becomes as clean, clear and broad as the blue sky. It can be said that this is a sublimation and transformation of the soul. In those bright days, I also got the care of leaders at all levels, especially the leaders of our county education bureau and Huangmei Town Education Group. They all gave me books like relatives, which made me deeply moved and happy!

Samuel Myers said that life without rain and clear skies is not life at all. I have experienced setbacks, like pebbles washed away by the tide, smooth and beautiful. I lost my sharpness and sharpness, became mature and smart, and saw things more comprehensively and profoundly.

Mao Zedong also said: "mistakes and setbacks have taught us to be smarter and our affairs will be better." Now, I think I will deal with the problem without making some low-level mistakes. In this way, there will be fewer mistakes, fewer worries and more happiness.

Reading enriches me. I have been a class teacher for more than ten years, and I am also the only female class teacher in our school in recent years. I get up in the dark every morning, rain or shine, and take school as my home. It goes without saying that it is tiring and bitter, and there have been many conscious sisters scolding: "What happened to the class teacher? Make it look like a yellow-faced woman, be careful to get old quickly! " Really, over the years, no one has said I look good. However, when I saw the students' respectful and trusting eyes, when Teacher's Day came, students' sincere wishes and small greeting cards continued one after another, and when students' loud and enthusiastic "good teachers" came from afar, all the hardships and tiredness vanished, and I was full of fighting spirit, which seemed to be inexhaustible.

Of course, happiness is not spoken with the mouth, but felt with the heart. My happiness is like water in a small river, sometimes shallow and sometimes deep, and it will never stop flowing. Feel how happy happiness is!

If you think my happiness is not enough to impress you, then the biggest source of happiness in my life is my son.

I am deeply sorry for the mistakes made by ignorant adults. My son was only six years old that year. So I used kindness to guide my son from an early age. I will never speak ill of anyone in front of my son. I will give my son a healthy and happy heart with tolerance and understanding. Fortunately, my son is very good and sensible.

I remember when my son was young, my brother brought back a small bottle of French perfume from France and gave it to my mother. My mother was reluctant to use it, so she gave it to me. It was pure and charming, and it was sprayed on some clothes. As long as the clothes are not washed, they can be worn for a long time. Unfortunately, it was used up soon. Later, when my son went to college and had the opportunity to go to Hong Kong that summer vacation, he paid attention to helping me find that perfume, but I couldn't find it. Finally, my aunt recommended a bottle of perfume from 400 yuan and mailed it to me. I asked him why he thought of buying perfume. My son told something about his childhood. I can see that my son secretly hoped that his mother could use such a good perfume every day. At that time, I was deeply moved once, and I tasted happiness beautifully. Unexpectedly, I gave birth to such a careful and good son, so happy!

Last year, I learned to drive on a whim and my face was tanned. You don't need makeup to play Zhang Fei. My colleagues all feel sorry for me: black and old. When my son came back from vacation and saw me, the sad expression on his face still lingered in my heart. He didn't say anything. I bought good sunscreen and mask with the money I earned from my part-time job, but gave up my plan to travel.

Every time I go out, my son always grabs my backpack so that I don't feel burdened, as if he is protecting me. Even this time in Beijing, my son had a minor operation on his neck, and when he was discharged from the hospital, he still grabbed my bag, causing swelling and pain in the wound ... What reason do I have to be unhappy? My son is the candy that will never dissolve in my mouth, sweet, sweet forever! Also, those lovely and sensible students and innocent girls are twittering around me. Hearing this silence, all the worries were completely gone.

Happiness is like air, invisible and intangible, but always with me, with my life!

I am a post-70 s rural mother. I grew up in the countryside and have many brothers and sisters, but my father gave us high expectations. I often think of what my father said that made our ears cocoon: if you want to make progress, you must study hard. Although "reading" and studying now are two concepts, both of them contain parents' ardent expectations for their children, and I am no exception after becoming a mother.

A daughter's interest in reading should start from birth. When the baby was born, she was very naughty and stayed up all night. I often complain: Why do I have to work several times harder as a mother than others? The child grows up slowly, but the problem of not sleeping at night has not changed. Sometimes I have to stay with her until two in the morning. Even an eight-month-old child can't fight or scold. Suddenly, I had an idea: you don't sleep at night anyway, let's read a book together to see who can stand it. So I bought some simple picture books about animals and numbers, but I didn't expect them to be just babbling. It's decent, and I'm not idle, so I read it to her again and again. Although she doesn't understand, she is very quiet. When the child is about one and a half years old, she can express ten numbers from 0 to 90 with one hand, and the animals in the painting can't beat her. Sometimes she can read some inaudible English. At this time, there was a sense of satisfaction in my heart, and the midnight oil finally paid off.

Children go to kindergarten and love reading more and more. When they go home in the afternoon, she won't run to play with other children. She always likes to sit quietly in the corner and read. After dinner, we will read books around a small stove. So devoted, so quiet as if the air had solidified, enjoying the happiness brought by books. As soon as a child saw the "little match girl", her tears began to fall. She looked up and said to me, "Mom, if you meet my little match girl in the street, let her come to our house." I was touched to see the child's tender face. Through reading, I saw the child's simple and gentle heart. As a parent, I probably hope that children can increase their knowledge and wisdom through reading. In fact, reading can also purify a person's mind and soul, and let children experience many rich feelings in the world.

Now that our children are in the first grade of primary school, we have moved to Jinan. Children have more room to study and a stronger interest in reading. There are books on our bookshelves, sofas, dining tables, bedside, and even drawers in toilets, which can make children at your fingertips. Those fairy tales, Grimm's stories, Aesop's fables, idiom stories, friendship wealth. . . . . . There are not enough books for her to read. I recently bought her some books on popular science knowledge, such as One Hundred Thousand Why, Wonderful Science and Four Seasons of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. I also gave her a library card to read more books and read more good books. The children read more and know more, and the knowledge in books constantly enriches her mind. A few days ago, we went back to our hometown to play with some children at home. The daughter immediately stood up and said, "You are wrong. It's not that the sun goes around the earth, but that the earth goes around the sun and the earth itself goes around. It takes one day to go around the sun and one year to go around the sun. My daughter gesticulated with her hands and told her friends seriously that I learned this in my fifth grade geography class. Children understand at such a young age. How powerful books are for us!

Now that she has read too many books, she often comes up with some questions to test us and delights in confusing us. I told her that the ocean of knowledge is vast, and mom and dad are not omnipotent. If she insists on studying, she will know more and more things in the future and will definitely surpass us. It can be seen that her heart is very much expecting that I am just a rural mother with a low educational level, but I like reading and reading with my children. I won't use famous sayings to explain how important reading is, but my children and I have realized the kind of gains and achievements that reading can't buy. High-rise buildings are built from the ground, and Rome was not built in a day. The growth of children is just a sudden thing. Reading must be cultivated from an early age. The book is a kaleidoscope, a grand view garden, a colorful life in the book and a colorful world in the book. Come on! Let's step into the ocean of books together, and let's create a happy sky for children together!

The sunset glow of elegant family essays 5 is spread on the desk in the dormitory. Close the curtains and the world will be quiet and warm at once. I cherish such a warm moment very much. For many years, I have been used to thinking and reading in quiet nights.

Reading makes me rich and profound. It makes my mind grow wings and fly high. A cup of tea, a book, I enjoy such happiness. Some people may say that your life is two points and one line, except going to work and staying at home. In my opinion, it is almost boring. How can there be happiness? Yes, that's right. My life is really monotonous, except books, but everyone has their own interests. Perhaps, in some people's eyes, happiness means pushing a cup for a change, lavishing money and dressing up beautifully ... but in my eyes, happiness means lighting a heart lamp for patients.

Yes, I am an ordinary nurse. I have no power, no capital to be bossed around by a young lady, and even I often haggle over rice, oil and salt, which seems petty, but this does not affect my free pursuit on the road of happiness.

What is happiness? It is inner peace and freedom, and it is happiness to light a heart lamp for others. Nothing binds one's hands and feet, freedom, tranquility and comfort are happiness, and it is also happiness to give charcoal in the snow and light a heart lamp for people!

Once, in the nursing post, I worked hard and struggled for more than 20 years. For more than 20 years, in an instant, I have grown from a young little nurse to a skilled nurse in charge, which is surprising and gratifying. In May of that year, I graduated from Huanggang Nursing School and was assigned to work in Kuzhu Hospital. After receiving the notice, my heart was full of excitement and longing. I thought my dream had finally come true, and I imagined myself wearing a swallow-tailed hat and a white coat to shuttle through the ward and become a beautiful "lantern girl". I can do my best to alleviate the suffering of others, and a strong sense of mission arises.

I remember I really didn't dare to go to the psychiatric department of Kuzhu Hospital. Patients there are unkempt and moody, and it is common for medical staff to be beaten black and blue. That day, I was uneasy and walked through two iron gates to the nurse station. Seeing the striking information on the bulletin board caught my attention: preventing a patient from escaping, preventing a patient from committing suicide, observing a patient's sight, and hurting and destroying things. I gasped at the news. The head nurse quickly said, "These are all patients who have just been admitted to the hospital. They are quite restless, so we should focus on observation." . "Working here is really scary!" The head nurse smiled: "It takes a long time to get used to it, but you have to understand that psychiatry is different from other departments. While ensuring the treatment of patients, we should also take care of their life and psychological observation. Doing a good job in patient safety nursing is the top priority of psychiatric nursing, so we must deeply understand each patient's condition and carefully observe their words, deeds and thoughts! It requires us to have a high sense of responsibility, keen observation and the spirit of not being afraid of being dirty and tired. " The head nurse's words were like a heavy punch, and I was deeply shocked. With the indomitable spirit, I quickly mastered the essentials of my work, and I was able to be independent and become the top business of the department.

Nurse, is that all? At night, my back aches and I feel weak. I have doubts about my position, and I once again examine my life value. In an inexplicable moment, I picked up the book, and the prose of Zhu Ziqing, a literary elder, immersed me in poetry and painting, and I immediately calmed down. I think, isn't it my original intention to use what I have learned to serve patients and society? Just when I was deeply suspicious and uneasy about everything in front of me, a sudden thing shocked my soul. That night, I was busy cleaning the patient's bed and checking for dangerous goods. Suddenly, I found a sheet torn off. Ah, no, my heart tightened. I think there have been cases in other hospitals where patients tore their sheets and ran away from the window. I quickly searched in various wards with the nurse on duty. Finally, I found half the lost sheets on a patient. Sure enough, the patient wants to use this as a "crime tool" and prepare to hang himself at night. "That was close!" I'm glad, if I neglect a little, if I don't pursue it, the consequences will be unimaginable. In the later work, I asked the nurses in the department: in psychiatric work, you should not only look with your eyes, but also think with your brain, and your mind can't relax at all.

Most mental patients live a lazy life and need the supervision and care of nurses in their daily lives, especially when their illness is serious.

A female patient with depression, when she first entered the hospital, didn't talk about life, didn't take medicine, didn't take a bath, couldn't take care of herself, her eyes were glazed, her clothes were disheveled, and her body smelled so bad that people dared not approach. I called hot water from the canteen with the department nurse to scrub her body. But she kicks, hits, grabs, grabs. We took her to the bathroom by force, and with great difficulty, we finally gave her a bath. Of course, we got wet ourselves. When she was in hospital, she didn't want to take medicine or eat anything, so everyone mashed the medicine and fed it to her in rice or put it in milk for nasal feeding. After careful nursing, her condition gradually improved and her thinking gradually returned to normal. Sometimes, she tells us her heart and even helps to take care of other patients. Her family came to visit and saw that she was completely different, and her gratitude was beyond words.

Everyone feels that it is worthwhile to be tired again when they see the patients who are unconscious and unkempt and return to normal after careful treatment and nursing in the hospital. How happy it is to light a heart lamp and light the way for others!

In August of 20xx, I was transferred to work in schistosomiasis control hospital. In order to adapt to the new working environment as soon as possible, I use my spare time to learn nursing knowledge. In the long night, when people entered the sweet dream land, I walked into the world of knowledge with a book in my hand. Yes, reading has changed me from a layman to a professional, and I have more chips to create happiness for others. After working for many years, I think details are very helpful to my work. How nice it is to help patients pour a cup of hot tea when they need it, give them a gentle hand when they go to the toilet, give them an encouraging look and a comforting word when they are in pain, and let them feel the deep warmth and care in the world.

Reading makes me profound and rich, and reading makes me more and more happy. For my efforts, patients also give positive returns. They praised me and laughed at me, which made me full of happiness. It is amazing that a person's happiness can attract flowers to bloom like flowers, which will affect patients and society everywhere.

Because of his excellent work, he has been commended by the county health bureau many times. In 20xx, he was rated as "Top Ten Young People" and "Top Ten Nurses" in the county health system, and in 20xx, he was rated as "the first moral model in the county" by the county women's Federation.

Light a heart lamp, light the way for others, and let the flowers of happiness bloom all over every inch of land and society. This is a promise that I will never regret.

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