“教育者的胸襟，是学生的天地。教师的胸襟有多宽，学生的精神天地就有多大。良师之心境，如海洋一般辽阔，如长空一般高远。教师心胸博大，他的学生才能面朝大海，他的学生才能仰望星空；他所教的学科，就有可能成为乐园；他的学生，才会开垦自己心灵，建造精神家园。人生中能遇上胸襟辽阔的教师，学生自然“大气”，自然能顶天立地。”

这是我的一位高中老师发在博客里的一段文字。每次阅读他的文章，心里都怀着深深的敬意和感激之情。人生中能碰上这样的良师益友，真的是最大的幸运。

好的老师是学生们模仿的对象。不单单是韩愈在《师说》中所说的“传道授业解惑也”。每天学生和老师朝夕相处，老师的风范和气度，一个举动，一种态度，一番评论，一股精神。都活生生，鲜历历的看在他的学生眼中。老师是学生除了家庭圈子以外能够最熟悉，最了解的成年人。对一个成长期的少年来说，是最重要的榜样。

往往能够听到很多成功的学者、科学家、艺术家这样的描述，“我今天之所以选择这个职业，要归功于某某老师……”。正因为当初上了老师生动的课堂，才从一开始就产生了兴趣。后来就自主的走上了这样的道路。的确，如果一个老师不热爱自己的学科，那么他们的学生怎么能够体会到其中的美？怎么能够体会这书本中，教材中所体现的美好，活生生的给一个人所带来的精神气质的变化？如果老师对所教授的知识不热爱，不相信。那么书本中描绘得再多，学生都会在心中默想，那些都是假的。学生提不起兴趣，也就不奇怪了。

“十年树木，百年树人”。首先，老师是一个挺直了腰杆的“人”。有他的精神，有他的傲骨，有他的爱和恨。这样的老师是生动的，更是令人感动的。这种影响感染着他所教育过的“苗”。每当这些小苗仰望天空、面朝大海时，总有一个具体而鲜活的形象在脑中浮现。而不仅仅是书中遥远的故事，和故事捉摸不到的伟岸身影。

“读百书不如读一人”，而且是活生生教育着你的人。

一日为师，终身为父。

08年春 黄山云海边

昨日场景：中雨无阻

今日小诗：

黄山松

不怕天峻山崎

不怕路少人稀

不怕寒风冷月

不怕重阳只雨

捏碎巨石

上下天地

English Today

Once upon a time there was a great man who married the woman of his dreams. With their love, they created a little girl. She was a bright little girl and the man loved her very much.
　　 When she was very little, he would pick her up, hum a tune and dance with her, and he would tell her, "I love you, little girl."
　　 When the little girl was growing up, the great man would hug her and tell her, "I love you, little girl." The little girl would pout and say, "I'm not a little girl anymore." Then the man would laugh and say, "But to me, you'll always be my little girl."
　　 The little girl who-was-not-little-anymore left her home and went into the world. As she learned more about herself, she learned more about the man. She saw that he truly was great and one of his strengths was his ability to express his love to his family. It didn't matter where she went in the world, the man would call her and say, "I love you, little girl."
　　 The day came when the great man had a stroke. He couldn't talk anymore. He could no longer smile, laugh, walk, hug, dance or tell the little girl that he loved her.
　　 And so she went to the side of the great man. He looked at her and tried to speak, but he could not.
　　 The little girl did the only thing she could do. She climbed up on the bed next to the great man. Tears ran from both of their eyes and she drew her arms around the shoulders of her father.
　　 Her head on his chest, she thought of many things. She remembered the wonderful times together and how she had always felt protected and cherished by the great man. She felt grief for the loss she was to endure, the words of love that had comforted her.
　　And then she heard from within the man, the beat of his heart, the heart where the music and the words had always lived. And while she rested there, the magic happened. She heard what she needed to hear.
　　His heart beat out the words that his mouth could no longer say …
　　I love you, little girl!
　　I love you, little girl!
　　I love you, little girl!