The month of the year passed by hand, as fast as a blink of an eye. In the midst of a busy life, have we ever suddenly stopped and calmed down when we saw a thin back, a misty hair, or waving around every time the season of awards comes? It is certain that at those times, the image of teachers - "Those who sow the seeds of knowledge, weave the dreams of life" appeared again, intact and bustling in the mind of each beautiful person like a wordless but resounding love story.
Teacher weaving dreams with great love
People often compare teachers to those who drive boats to take visitors to the river. But for the writer, teachers are also strong anchors in the storm, giving way to small boats, anchored in the vast ocean.
I remember the years of my youth at the University of Science - Hue University in the past. Those were the most beautiful but also the most difficult days of a poor student in a poor province. Hue is dreamy, but Hue is also harsh with heavy rains "dusty ground, rotten sand". During those days, I was hungry, so I rode a motorbike to work in other alleys to earn money to pay for tuition and earn money to earn a living. There are times when I am so tired and sad that I want to give up, want to leave my dream of teaching unfinished to "work for hire".
And it was during those difficult days that I met Master, Doctor Hoang Ngoc Vinh - the homeroom teacher of my 31st class of philosophy, a teacher that many generations of students behind the podium still called out in a warm voice: Father!
Yes! philosophy is a subject of abstract thinking, of dry laws about the worldview and the worldview. But through his lens, philosophy becomes close, imbued with the breath of life and humanity. Teachers not only teach us about material things and awareness, but teach us about the courage of a person in the face of adversity.
I will never forget his eyes. A look that never looks at the poverty of students with compassion, but looks with understanding, sharing and absolute trust. Teachers know that I work hard, know that the student meals are full of vegetables and fish sauce, and know that I sleep on the table all night because I am exhausted after overtime.
Instead of blaming me for being negligent, he approached, patted my shoulder and asked gently. The teacher not only supported me materially in the most difficult times, but more importantly, he provided me with spiritual support. His saying: "Giving up difficulties is not a sin, but surrendering to fate is a fault for oneself" has become a fire that warms my heart during the cold rainy nights of Hue.
For me! Mr. Hoang Ngoc Vinh is the most diligent weaver, who has patiently removed every self-conscious knot in me, weaving me the belief that: With just knowledge and determination, the poor student of that day can completely touch the sky of dreams. If it were not for the hands of the teachers who supported me that day, I would not have been the mature and steadfast person today.
Quietly by the river wharf
The teaching profession is the profession of giving without waiting for others to receive it back. Many generations of students have passed, like the Huong rivers flowing into the great seas, carrying the alluvium of knowledge that he has nurtured. Successful students, flying high and far, how many people still remember the old ferry terminal under the school roof that each person passes through?
But Mr. Vinh was still like that, still standing there, quiet and simple. The joy of a simple teacher is sometimes just hearing that a poor student has now lived a decent life and become a good person. His happiness does not lie in medals and sparkling medals, but lies in the maturity of each spiritual child that he has devoted himself to.
The hair of teachers turns gray due to dust, and also turns gray due to worries for the young poets. That sacrifice is so silent that sometimes we do not mind consider it obvious, and when we leave the school, looking back, we can see our eyes sparkling.
Everyone's life is like a tree. To have good trees and flowers and fruits, we are grateful to the mother earth and rain, but please never forget the kindness of the grower. Teachers and many other teachers who are working hard day and night on the podium are the silent architects, building day and night good moral values and good qualities for each generation of students.
Maybe the writer (or any of his students who think like me) is not the best student, but he is always one of the greatest teachers. From the ancient philosophical lessons about Quantity of Changes, I now learn one more thing: It was the accumulation of love and patience of the teachers of that day that created qualitative changes in todays children.
Life is a journey and luck for those on that journey to meet dedicated teachers. This article is like the deepest gratitude to you - the one who sowed the great seeds of your children's life. Thank you for coming, for understanding and for not giving up when my child wanted to fall.
"If you want to be a good person, build a bridge over the Korean River" - the ancient folk song of the knife is still valid for thousands of generations. The image of a teacher sowing the seeds of knowledge, weaving dreams for life will forever be a beautiful symbol of compassion and sacrifice.
On the occasion of the 43rd anniversary of Vietnamese Teachers' Day, I would like to express my gratitude to the "Silent Boat Drivers", and thank you for the University of Science - Hue University, which has preserved my youth and dreams. I wish you to always keep your hand on the cheo, to continue to bring the boat trips to the harbor of glory, weaving the endless spring for life.
