My honorable Mr. Chen Yongnian

The road of life is long, and the setbacks on the road are bumpy. The reason why I can move forward smoothly depends on the help of countless nobles in my life.

Some meet by chance and are passers-by in the world of mortals; Some participated in my growth and change, leaving a deep mark on the road of life; Some accompany each other silently, full of enthusiasm and help each other. ...

They all had a profound influence on me and left an indelible impression in my heart.

Mr. Chen Yongnian, born in * * Sichuan, is a special teacher in Sichuan Province, an outstanding principal of Sichuan Baijia and an outstanding teacher in China. ...

There are countless titles on him, but the most admirable thing is his sincere love for education and his support and training for the younger generation.

I was just 20 years old when I met the old man. Just graduated from college, I want to find a job that can verify my ideal with full enthusiasm.

But the common fault of young people is that their vision is superior and their work is not put in place. Seeing that September is coming, I can't help worrying.

Just then, my relatives said that there was a private school recruiting people, so you could introduce it to me.

I arrived at the school by bus and entered the academic affairs office. There were many people in the academic affairs office, and everyone seemed to be talking about something.

The introducer whispered to one of the middle-aged men and asked me to fill out the form. And introduced me to a white-haired old man sitting at the table, saying that he was the principal of the school.

Principal? As soon as I saw the headmaster, I couldn't help drumming the drums. I looked up and saw that the headmaster's hair was gray and there were fine lines in his eyes. There is a wise light in black and white eyes.

He nodded to me and smiled kindly, reminding me of someone-grandpa.

Maybe newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. After listening to the old headmaster's words, I filled in all the positions I could think of, including Chinese teacher, class teacher and other subject teachers ... and finally filled in one who was willing to obey the arrangement. Looking at the long list of positions I filled out, President Chen smiled, and so did other teachers.

A young male teacher asked me, would you like to be the head teacher? Why don't you want to be a class teacher? My heart secretly strange, certainly nodded.

Later, I learned that the head teacher of the boarding school was not good, and everyone was unwilling to take it.

After I really worked, I didn't become a Chinese teacher or a class teacher, because the position I recruited was actually full, so I had to obey the adjustment and become a music teacher and a staff member of the administrative office.

The administrative office is in the middle of the basement, and I am the only one in the office except the director. And because the director is in the main class, the office is basically mine. Sitting in the office of the administrative office every day, the whole campus is unobstructed.

However, I really don't understand why I was given such an irrelevant position.

The work of the office is nothing more than enrollment consultation, uploading and distributing, getting information, sending information ... running back and forth between the education bureau, the education Committee and the school every day. As for the job as a music teacher, I feel overwhelmed.

After all, I didn't come from a professional course. Although I have been practicing piano for three years, my hands and feet still don't cooperate when I touch the keys on the podium.

So I took the most humiliating public class in my life. On the stage, I struggled to organize the children to sing. The first-grade children in the audience are in a mess when they are not careful.

Looking at the teachers sitting at the back of the music classroom, listening to the screams of the children in the classroom, my face was hot and tears were rolling in my eyes, and I tried not to fall down.

What? I can't believe my ears. President Chen commented on such a bad course. Embarrassed and uneasy, I immediately put down the burden in my heart and relaxed a lot.

The radio station is next to the office. I often go to the radio station to help broadcast and play music voluntarily.

Once, President Chen passed by the radio station and heard me broadcasting the lost and found. He stood at the window thoughtfully and listened for a long time.

At the staff meeting in the evening, he announced that I would help the PE teacher do a good job in radio. I will help broadcast the school conference in the future.

I blinked and couldn't believe it, but playing the radio on time every morning and helping my classmates broadcast it became my happiest job in those years.

He writes well, and every word is sharp. He especially likes reading newspapers. He is a frequent visitor to the school library next door.

He often says that reading newspapers can make him understand current politics and think more flexibly. He once proudly said to me, "My little granddaughter is very good and can read the newspaper by herself." When he said this, he smiled smugly and gestured at the navel with one hand.

Although the headmaster is old, he always does things by himself. He walked around the campus with small steps on his back all day, leaving his footprints on flower beds, playgrounds and teaching buildings.

He can name many children on campus. Children like him very much and always shout "Grandpa Chen, Grandpa Chen" behind him.

Everyone is distressed by his hard work of going upstairs and downstairs every day, but he waved and said, "Nothing, I'm used to it. Can't sit still. " Other leaders are considerate of his age and afraid that he will be tired. As soon as he came to school, he was asked to rest in the office. He refused, saying that this was his post that he had devoted his life to and his favorite job.

Every time I hear this from the old population, I am particularly moved. It is precisely because of this sentence that I returned to this post after several twists and turns.

The school began to run a school newspaper, and he urged me to be one of the permanent editors. Although it is an internal publication, it is indispensable to receive manuscripts, proofread manuscripts and run to the printing house for docking.

For 20 years, I looked at the newspapers in the bookcase that I spent a lot of energy on, and I was especially grateful for that unforgettable experience.

Time flies, 18 years passed quickly.

When he left school, he told me with regret that if I worked hard outside, the school would be my home, and I was always welcome to go back.

Although I didn't go back, President Chen's words and three years' experience left an indelible impression on my mind, which provided motivation for my later work.

Mr. Chen Yongnian's broad mind and unique personality charm are deeply engraved in my heart, which I will never forget.

(24) Qi Wenzhong No.2, 22 18 words.

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