What are the living conditions of Yunnan special post teachers?

Hello, Cui Yu Education answers for you: The following is the true story of a special post teacher:

How much wind and frost, goodbye morning glow.

Cai won the first place in the written interview of Cui Yu Special Post.

From south Yunnan to Huize county in northeast Yunnan, he became a rural special post teacher.

The train sped by and sent us to the "special post teacher reception point". Everyone speaks Mandarin mixed with various dialects. That strong sense of strangeness suddenly struck, and once the ambition vanished in an instant. ...

Is this where I come to shed my youthful blood?

When I came to school, an old lady who swept the floor took me to live in front of a mud house, threw away my luggage, said, "You can stay here, I have cleaned it" and turned away. I looked around to make sure that the bricks wouldn't fall off the roof for a while. I opened the door and planned to put down my luggage first. There is a damp and pungent musty smell in the room. Obviously, sundries have been piled up here for a long time before moving out.

In this way, I began my special post career. The teaching building on the third floor of the school reminds people of the first hall of knowledge in life, and I began to laugh at myself.

In the first class, it was the teachers and students here who educated me: when I turned to write on the blackboard, a student shouted a report: "Teacher, XXX made my nose bleed with a pen!" " "At the sight of blood, how dare I neglect? I put the chalk in my hand and ran to the village doctor ... I recalled that the teachers in the collective office didn't have an office computer, longed for a newspaper and an exchange magazine, and were hesitant and anxious. The problem of rural education was like a cloud in my mind. Children who are more and more tired of learning, hard test scores, two-point and one-line life, loss of teachers' dignity, mixed educational and teaching ideas ... have all created an iron wall of education, and concepts and reality have fallen down one by one, without right or wrong. Like a group of lost shepherds driving a group of lost lambs, where is my future? !

The wind and frost are heavy, goodbye morning glow.

In their spare time, several young people get together occasionally to encourage each other, sympathize with each other and stick to it together. I am trying to find a panacea that can change this kind of education and ignite my passion for work and life. I hope that one day, "when I grow up and become you, I will know that the classroom is full of hope, and you will always keep the nest;" When I grow up, I will become you, and I will know that the blackboard is written with dedication, not with fame and fortune. "If nothing else, just because this blue sky needs to be adhered to too much, this land needs to be adhered to too much.

This is a microcosm of their life portrayal.