“宝剑锋从磨砺出,梅花香自苦寒来。”我就这样如饥似渴地学习着,实践着。还记得第一次执教公开课,学唱歌曲《小树叶》:“秋风起来啦!秋风起来啦!小树叶离开了妈妈!飘啊飘啊飘向哪里,心里可害怕?”旋律优美,朗朗上口。品味歌词,我想到了大自然,一个广阔无垠、多姿多彩的大课堂。十月的校园,梧桐叶黄了,枫树叶红了,金灿灿的银杏叶漫天飞舞。我想到李老师曾经带着她的孩子们走进秋天的稻田感受丰收的景象,走上熙攘的街头体会脚步的匆忙,登上山峰之巅去迎接蓬 “Bao Jian Feng from the honed, plum incense from bitter cold. ” I am so hungry to learn, practice. Remember the first coaching open class, learn to sing the song “small leaves”: “Autumn wind it up! Autumn wind up! Leaves leave the mother! Floating ah floating where ah, my heart can be scared?” "Melody beautiful, Catchy Taste the lyrics, I think of nature, a vast, colorful big class. October campus, yellow leaves, maple leaves red, golden ginkgo leaves flying in the sky. I think of Mr. Li once took her children into the autumn rice fields feel bumper scenes, walked the bustling streets of the hurried pace of footsteps, boarded the top of the mountain to meet Peng Peng