The power of discourse

15:51, 02/10,2010

The power of discourse
    Recently, I saw this a parable: There are a group of frogs in the woods walk through time, of which two fell

into a deep pit. Fortunately, the frog who had gathered to Kengbian. When to see a deep pit, the pit outside of

the frog told Nazhi desperate to bounce outside the frog: Do not in vain, and you just jumped to disagree. A

frog that the other frogs say, gave up and finally fell to the ground dead. The other frog continued efforts to

jumping. Other frog continued to kept telling him not to make the task harder. But the frog harder. He was

finally out of pit outside. The original frog was deaf, he has that other frogs, and then encourage him to jump

out.     
    Carefully taste it is fable, I am deeply inspired by: Sometimes the power of language was so great! If

anyone said about the plight of people who will have an impact. The plight of a people be encouraged, it will

revive, survive the storm. If a person in dire straits heard of that pessimism, malicious words, for he will be

a devastating blow. The teacher's discourse effect for the development of students is particularly important.

The teachers to pick up the recognition of weapons, to enable students to taste the joy of being recognized and

establish confidence.     
    Educators Diesterweg once said: "Teaching is not the essence of art to teach, but to inspire, awaken and

inspire." Qing thinkers and educators Yen Yuan said: "The number of sub-10 before, not as good as a long sub-

awards . "True education is not based on irony, sarcasm, harsh language and insults, there are also not a single

educator to rely on punishment and sanctions to achieve the goal of education. So please, treat the child as

faltering start, full of hope and expectations, to appreciate each and every student into the heart, so that the

students encountered difficulties and setbacks, even 1:00, but also the courage to escape from the "pit."


 
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Mama call

15:51, 02/10,2010

Mama call
When I went to bed at night 11 points under the snow outside the window. I shrink into the quilt inside, pick up the alarm clock, alarm clock was found stopped - I forgot to buy batteries had. Days so cold, I would not rise again. I called my mother I called long-distance telephone: "Mom, I did the battery alarm clock, and the company wanted to go to a meeting tomorrow, to catch an early, six o'clock, when you give me the phone told me to get up it." The voice of mother apart, Wang Dan a little dumb, it may have been asleep, she said: "Well, well-behaved."
Phone rings when I was doing a dream, outside the dark days. Mom over there, said: "Little orange you quickly get up at a meeting today." I Taishou watch until 5:40. I cried impatiently, "I did not call you 6:00? I would also like to it was you stir in!" Mom in Wang Dan's light suddenly do not speak, and I hang up the phone.
Up and grooming is good, go out. Ah really cold weather, filled the snow, a vast expanse between heaven and earth. Bus station, I kept stomped the stage. Around the dark, I was standing next to two white-haired old man. I listened to the old gentleman to the old woman said: "You see you did not sleep one night, as early as reminders, I started a few hours, and now wait so long."
Yes ah, the first shuttle trip even five minutes to come to it. Vehicles finally came, I on the train. Car is a very young lad, he was waiting for me after the deep hum in the car to drive away. I said: "Hey, driver, here are two old people do, the weather was so cold, people waiting for a long time, how can you range them on the bus and drove?"
That very vigorous young man said: "Never mind, that was my mom and dad! Today is my first day of the open bus, they look at me!"
I suddenly began to cry. I saw my father sent a short message: "daughter, she says she is not good, she has not slept well, woke up very early for fear you'll be late."

Suddenly remembered a Jewish proverb:
Something my father to his son when the son, smiling.
Something to his father when his son, my father cry.


 
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15:50, 02/10,2010
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Not every root can be made of bamboo flute

15:50, 02/10,2010

Not every root can be made of bamboo flute
    Was a child, one summer, my family came to a carpenter, good Chuixiao played flute and a half months in my

home, did their homework. He taught me to play the flute, but could not bear to give me his flute, he said it

was their loved ones left behind.
    Frustration, I went to the mountains cut down a bamboo, asking him to give me a flute. His wry smile: "It's

not every root can be made of bamboo flute." I think he lied to me. Flanagan bamboo suitable thickness,

thickness uniformity, bamboo is not obvious, smooth texture that I pick and choose only phase, and on what basis

it can not do a flute? I looked at his hands the flute, there is no strange. He must be - not to the child's

words as words.    
    One day, I met a walk in the street of the village Kushido who sell flutes. His bag inside containing a lot

of flute, with his body shaking, gently touch each other to issue specific to the sound of bamboo. Perhaps the

flute itself gloss attracted me, and maybe he walked the street blowing the vicissitudes of temperament

attracted artists like me, may be thought of so many years and until now was not touched the flute, do not know

will not be playing, let him give I picked one.
    Neighbor is a retired music teacher, I appreciate him holding a flute. Read carefully the elderly, the

actually say that this is a little use of the flute, so that children can be playing when the toys. "It is the

flute so much better to say that it is a drilled hole bamboo, he said," It's not every root can be made of

bamboo flute. "If the elderly, then a carpenter with the same year, which in the end, what untold stories behind

it?
   I took the Zhezhi flute, taking a closer look, and always do not see what was wrong. Old explained that this

is the use of bamboo that year, and can not stand playing. I am even more confused: the year of bamboo, how it?

Is it put the old, and come back to do? What things are not always fresh and the well? Seeing what I was

confused elderly people, and then remarked: "You do not know, those who used to do the bamboo flute are needed

through the winter calendar, because bamboo have grown too lax in the spring and summer, and only to the winter,

the temperature suddenly cold every day 'Feng Yan onslaught frost's sword', and its texture can become more

closely and firm, and whether you left-right wind blowing, light played urgent played, it is not different now,

not out of tune. while the annual bamboo, has not been frost snow invasion, although a much longer look good,

but I used to make flutes, they bite the bullet, and not only sound bad lot, but also there were minor cracks,

insect borers that also like bamboo. "
    I understood why. Then a carpenter with experience in this area, but lost for this particular reason. He

also did not perfunctory words of a child.
    Not every root can be made of bamboo flute, because not every bamboo stems are willing to experience winter

bitterly cold, wind and frost, rain and snow, not every bamboo stems can be hard texture, character valuable, in

stubborn silence at metamorphosis, in flesh and blood inside the bones wire wire strands of all sublimation,

when the read it, cherish it were not put it down, blow off steam, such as blue, it will sound tons are now

vibrant flow of long, have a long life and never change by the United States.


 
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