In a remote village. Several children leaned against the door of the shabby school and looked away with wide eyes. Today, the village head brought good news that a female teacher from the city is coming to teach. Eager to go to school children came to the school gate early, with joy and doubt. Will the teacher dislike us for being dirty and the school for breaking? Several teachers have left the school.
After a while, the village head came to support the female teacher. The children were surprised to find that the teacher was blind. After settling in the teacher, the village head told the children that she was an excellent teacher, but she was accidentally hurt by the compasses on the platform when blowing the chalk on the platform, so The children said heartily: & quot; then, will the teacher fall down when walking? &The village head smiled: & quot; don't worry, the teacher has been used to it for many years. Although she can't see, she can do many things and write a good hand! &The children looked at each other and ran out of the room.
The next day, the village head found that the uneven floor in the classroom had been filled up. The children said happily, & quot; so that the teacher would not fall. &She came in and the classroom was quiet. After introducing herself, she went to the platform, stood in front of the platform, faced the blackboard, and gently blew away the chalk on the platform. The children remembered that the former teacher was blowing chalk dust at them, and the chalk dust flew into their eyes, causing tears They shouted at each other: & quot; teacher, teacher, why do you want to blow chalk to the place where you stand? &She smiled & quot; because the teacher knows your lungs are tender, but the teacher is not afraid. Another secret is that teachers like the taste of chalk. &Quot; the children think that they have never smelled it, maybe it smells good, so the teacher likes it.
So, before each class, the teacher always went off the stage and blew chalk on his back. This action lasted for three years.
Finally one day, the teacher fell ill. Doctors say it's pneumonia. It's better not to deal with things like chalk dust that hurt your lungs. The children understand that it's not chalk ash that tastes good, but that the teacher is afraid of hurting their lungs. The children cried over the teacher. The village head advised her to go to the city for treatment. She would not go. A few days later, she came to class. She didn't see it. There was no chalk on the platform - the children had cleaned it. She walked down the stage as usual and blew the stage without any dust, but the children smelt a smell at this time. The teacher used the smell of love soaked chalk dust