The boy was severely criticized for not doing his homework many times. When the truth came out, the teacher felt regretful and sad!

I have been a teacher for more than ten years. Every time a student makes a mistake, I will severely criticize these naughty children in the classroom or in the office. The children who were criticized always looked like they were bowing their heads in confession. I never paid attention to their expressions at this time. Until one time, I \”caught\” another student who refused to change despite repeated admonitions. In order not to delay teaching, I left criticism and education after class. But this time, his eyes made me completely change my approach. ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ “Report!” The student who made the mistake came to the office as scheduled. \”Come in.\” He stood beside me. Without raising my head, I asked, \”Tell me, why didn\’t you do your homework?\” I didn\’t hear the answer. I asked again in a stronger tone, but he still didn\’t answer. I thought it was because he was ashamed of not doing his homework and was too embarrassed to speak. Next, I chattered endlessly and earnestly about the \”education\”, hoping to hear him say \”Teacher, I was wrong,\” but I still didn\’t hear a word. His silence finally pissed me off. I turned around suddenly, stood up from the chair, and pushed him: \”Speak, are you mute?\” The child staggered when I pushed him, and instantly something warm dripped on my chest. On the back of the hand. I felt that drop of warmth instantly run across the back of my hand, my fingers, and finally fell gently to the ground. He cried. \”Why are you crying? It\’s okay not to do homework!\” I yelled with my eyes widened with difficulty. I saw the child raised his hand to wipe his eyes, raised his head, and faced me straightly. I thought he was going to say something. The kid only looked at me once, but that look was something I will never forget. In addition to grievance and resentment, the child\’s eyes also showed strength. The school bell rang and I asked him to go back to the classroom. From then on, my thoughts kept floating in the air, and those eyes were always swaying in front of me. The eyes of teenage children should be pure, kind and clear, but in this child\’s eyes, they are more sad, mature and strong. Is it that the world is changing too fast, or are your eyes filled with misfortune that you shouldn\’t have? \”Am I wrong? What\’s wrong with me? He didn\’t do his homework. I criticized him for his own good.\” I repeatedly blamed myself and comforted myself, but I was always worried. So driven by curiosity, I found his former class teacher to find out more about the situation. This child\’s parents have been divorced for several years. His mother has no job and is in poor health. The child and his mother often go out to pick up rags to make a living. The child is very sensible. In order not to burden his mother, he often gets up early, prepares meals for his mother, and then picks up rags before going to school. He takes care of and protects the family like an adult. At this moment, I finally understood why the child\’s eyes were no longer pure and clear. The premature burden of life had taken away his childhood. I regret my recklessness and feel heartbroken for my child\’s sensibility. At this moment, I decided to give the child special care, hoping to make up for the harm my mistake had done to the child. From then on, every time in class, I would intentionally walk up to him, touch his head, and gently ask: \”Do you understand? If you still don\’t understand, remember to come to me after class.\” But every time He has neverMoved. I know that I can\’t rush it. I believe that my enthusiasm will melt his ice. Finally one day, I came to school early for work, only to find that the classroom door was ajar. I thought to myself: Alas! These students are so playful that they don’t lock the door after school. I walked to the door and was about to lock it when I saw a thin figure inside, holding a book and studying. I walked into the classroom gently. Maybe the classroom was too quiet, but my \”gently\” actually alerted him. He turned his head and said, \”Teacher.\” It was him. I was surprised and said, \”Why are you here so early? Have you eaten?\” \”No, no, you have eaten.\” He couldn\’t help it. I saw him holding a hard steamed bun in his left hand, \”Okay, you can continue studying!\” I walked out of the classroom quickly and bought a cup of soy milk and a few steamed buns. When I walked back quickly, the soy milk in my hand warmed my whole body. I walked to the door of the classroom, let myself take a deep breath, and walked into the classroom calmly. The little background was still learning. \”Take a rest and have breakfast.\” \”Teacher, I don\’t want to eat, I have steamed buns.\” He declined. \”Take it! I ordered that you are not allowed to study until you finish eating. How can you continue to study after starving your body?\” Under my majesty, he had no choice but to take the breakfast, and I watched him finish it like a prisoner. . I told him: \”Write slowly, and come to me if you don\’t know how.\” He nodded, and I saw something sparkling in his eyes. Since then, I have brought him breakfast every day. And he is also very competitive. Every assignment was handed in first, and the red crosses turned into red ticks. When nothing happens, he will follow me and laugh \”chichi\” like other classmates. Just not chirping like other students. ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ Another ordinary Friday, he was pushed into the office by the monitor. I thought he had made a \”mistake\” again. But he still suppressed his anger and saw him lowering his head and blushing. \”What\’s the matter?\” He raised his head, his face still red, and said, \”Teacher, thank you.\” At that moment, I saw gratitude, sincerity, and of course happiness in his eyes. At that moment, I also felt extremely happy and relaxed as never before. Eyes are the windows to the soul. From the window, we can see whether the child\’s soul is happy or sad. So dear teacher, when you educate your children, please look into their eyes. Yes, eyes are the windows to the soul. Through our eyes, we can see the inner world of children. Is it sadness, joy, satisfaction, or loss? Children sometimes can\’t express themselves, but eyes can\’t deceive people. Bai Shijun hopes that parents and teachers all over the world can discover the emotions in children\’s eyes. When communicating with your children, please look into their eyes! Text｜Otaku