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Speech by volunteers in the west
Dear leaders and college students,

Hello! I am a graduate of the School of Cultural Communication of a university, and now I work in a county special education school.

Choice stems from childhood ideals.

There is a passage in How Steel is Tempered: "This is how people should spend their lives. When he looks back on the past, he will not regret wasting time, nor will he be ashamed of doing nothing. " I also think that a person should always do something meaningful in his life, do his best for the society and the country, and be worthy of youth and life.

In the summer of 20xx, I gave up the job I had been engaged in since my junior year and lied to my parents, so I joined the ranks of volunteers in the Western Plan without hesitation. Up to now, people often ask me, "Why do you want to go to special education?" My answer is simple: "Those children need more people's care." I once lived in a remote mountain village, and I deeply realized the poverty of farmers. At that time, like many rural children, I was full of longing for knowledge and mountains. From a very young age, I secretly made up my mind: "I must leave here and then help people like them." With the support of my family and my own efforts, I successfully walked out of my hometown Du 'an, which is known as "nine points of stone and one point of soil". Now it's time for me to realize my childhood dream, so I insist on teaching in a special school as soon as I graduate from college. When I finally set foot on that land and saw my students, I knew that I could finally warm those fragile and lonely hearts with my love.

Give special love to special you.

My service unit is a county special education school. Many people are unfamiliar with special education schools. The particularity of special schools lies in the particularity of their students. Some of these students are physically disabled, some have mental problems and some are deaf. My school is very small, with a building and a small stadium. There are 17 faculty members and 80 students in five classes. Because I have never been exposed to special education before, I don't know much about the ability and psychology of special children, and I don't know sign language. So from the beginning, I tried my best to read psychology books, learn sign language and explore teaching and education methods suitable for them. Because of mental and physical problems, my students can't understand my lectures and homework no matter how I repeat and strengthen my exercises. At the beginning of my class, I once asked my students, "What is one plus one?" She replied that it was three, but I was wrong. Then she tilted her head and thought hard, and then she had all kinds of answers, but she didn't say two. I was disappointed and even a little angry. When I threw chalk, the class was over, leaving my innocent students sitting in the classroom and not moving. I regretted it as soon as I walked out of the classroom door When I came back, I saw that the student I asked was scolded by other students and was about to cry. I held back my tears, touched the girl's head and said to them with a serious smile, "Today, the teacher was wrong, but I didn't teach well, so you won't ... I won't be angry with you anyway." Since then, no matter how bad my mood is, I always teach my students with a bright smile and endless patience. However, the frustration and sadness that it is difficult to teach or even teach students well anyway made me secretly shed a lot of tears. I have been thinking: "Can my students really learn?" Is it really a burden on the country and society, as some people say? "Especially when they affectionately call me" teacher "or" sister ",I feel even more sad, but these also prompt me to actively explore teaching and education methods suitable for them. Even though I am sad, I am still full of hope. I believe my children can do it.

As time goes by, the feelings between me and my students are getting deeper and deeper, and our stories are getting more and more.

The first story: Open your eyes and see the world.

When I first came into contact with the students, I told them that I was from Nanning, and they even asked me where Nanning was. Is it as big as Tian Yang? I realized that in the eyes of my students, Tian Yang is the whole world, and even home and school are the whole world. So I went to buy maps of Guangxi, China and the world, and then I told them about the geographical customs of various places on the map as soon as I had time. Tibet is the most talked about, because students like to listen to Tibetan customs best, and some students with higher intelligence like to listen to my stories about War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression best. I often find time to show them some short films: animal world, folk customs and so on, and often tell them about the colorful college life. Gradually, many students learned more and more things and began to yearn for the outside world. Then they study hard, listen to my lectures and stories. Huang once said to me seriously, "Teacher, you should teach me well. I am better than farmers. I want to go to college." Looking at his immature face and mutilated right hand, I want to cry. Who can believe this is what my student who is considered to be lame said? I know, I still have to work hard, work hard and work hard again. I also know that I can't change and influence everyone, but at least I have changed some people's ideas and encouraged them to move on, even if they are disabled.

The second story: learn to be grateful.

Up to now, I have been trying to learn sign language, in order to better communicate with those deaf-mute children and teach them more things. I used to ask students to translate my story to deaf-mute students, but now I can communicate with them freely in sign language, teach them computer knowledge and communicate with them. We learned a lot from each other. They learned more knowledge and skills, while I learned a lot. My students have been helped by Hong Kong and society for a long time, so they always live with gratitude. They taught me to live with peace and gratitude, no matter how hard life is, no matter how disabled my body is. What I can do for them is insignificant, but they are full of gratitude to me. The most they say to me is: "Teacher, you are our sister, we love you, thank you." (Sign Language) This heartfelt gratitude has been lost by many of us adults. They made me find what I lost, and I am the one who should thank them.

The third story: sisters, brothers and sisters.

In the eyes of students, I always teach students with a bright smile and endless patience in class, so I am their young and kind "Miss Wei". After class, I like to listen to them say all kinds of things in unclear language and laugh with them, so I am their "sister Wei" who loves to laugh and talk. Several students in our class have difficulty in holding pens, but they often like to draw pictures for me: Huang once drew a picture for me, which was a spring painting. He said that the teacher will be in a good mood when he sees this ... Some students are introverted and don't talk to people, but they will draw pictures for me. Huang Qinggui once drew me a pillow, because I once joked with them that my pillow was not nice, so she gave it to me. Nong Peilin drew a picture for me almost every two days, and wrote "Happy New Year, Happy New Year" and other blessing words. Although many of my students can't even draw a straight line, draw horses like four elephants and rabbits like cats ... but they still insist on taking many photos of me with their broken hands, and they say I won't forget them in the future ... What deeply touches me is that because school life is poor, my parents send them some delicious food every week, such as braised pork and chicken, but my students will divide it into half. My aunt who called the canteen behind me gave it to me when I was eating. Huang Shan also said to her: "Teacher Wei's life is too bitter. Always eat no meat in the canteen ... "So I dare not eat in the canteen now. I feel sorry for my children. There is a girl named He Yutian in Class Two who is severely disabled. She loves me as much as her sister and gave me more than 900 paper cranes. She also said that she would embroider a wedding cross stitch for me in the near future, so that even if she never saw me again, she would be my first blessing when I got married ... They often told me that if I were no longer their teacher, they would not come to school ... Because of these words, I have cried alone in the house with their paintings and paper cranes for countless times. I can't stand it because there is so little I can do for them. I can't change their lives, but they love me and trust me! I am still thinking about a question: "What can I do for them?" I think I can't answer this question perfectly all my life, so I think I can only try my best to help them, no matter in what form, no matter where I am, no matter whether I am their teacher or not, but I think I am their "sister Wei" for life.

May love spread throughout the world.

Although I haven't been with the students for a long time, it's only more than seven months, but I have benefited a lot from it for life ... I often introduce all the places on the map to the students one by one and encourage them: "Be sure to go out and see the vast beauty of the world ..." I am very grateful to the Western Plan for giving me such a rare opportunity, which not only makes my youth shine, but also makes me and my students so happy. The development of western China and Guangxi needs the persistence and efforts of several generations. I hope that future volunteer friends can take over the baton in our hands and better serve the people in the western region and Guangxi. I also believe that you can do tens of millions of times more than me and us now.

May love and hope spread all over the world, and may youth have no regrets.