Chiang Hong An: My life is defined by myself
Chiang Hong An: My life is defined by my own definition
Adult Kindergarten: 8 warm healing stories, hugging inner children
Jiang Hong An was born in an excellent family and is an only child and can be said to be the daughter of a devoted and nurturing parent. In her teenage age, her family’s couch was always covered with white laces and her parents were always dressed in unfrowned uniform. In this way, the girls in the family, after working, are largely teachers and civil servants, all of whom are safe and secure. Not to mention that a large number of good young people are waiting for their parents to turn their heads in the hands of their presenters.
Jiang Hong An decided to become a nursing teacher. As a matter of fact, once the father had said hello, she could go to a kindergarten near her home. The leader there and the parents of the child are the ones whose father can speak, and of course she does not have to suffer the slightest.
But she wants to go to a normal kindergarten. The parents are ordinary workers, in poor conditions, with many children and too busy to work.
She had been admitted to the school without parental consent. But what’s wrong with her?
As a result, 18-year-old Chiang Hong An became a child carer at Red Star Kindergarten. Other teachers are older than 40-year-old sisters with extensive early childhood experience, and they do not know the family background of the new girl. Asked about her, she said that she was only a child of a common teacher ‘ s family. At first, she was very happy, and the children were particularly fond of this young and beautiful “sister teacher”. She’s starting to get upset.
The children are very strict in their activities in the garden every day, doing hand jobs in the morning, having a noon break and playing games in the afternoon. Upon a midday break, a row of young children was like a product on the water line of the factory, one by one, and the elderly nurses wore rough clothes, combed hair and poured water. Those who do not listen, the sisters are fierce and one of the most naughty boys in the class has been kicked several times. They favour boys over boys, and they pay tribute to boys and leave all kinds of chores in their classes to girls. They also take their children for fun, and in front of them they make many inappropriate criticisms and lies.
For some reason, Chiang Hong-an saw no fear or injury in the eyes of the repulsed and misunderstood children, who treated their children like a big pot of rice in an iron bucket, a spoon and a spoon to be honest, so that we could work to make things easier. These are also good, as most kindergartens are probably.
She suffered most from the differential treatment of children with different family conditions.
There’s a little boy named Dong Jian. Jiang Hong An learned that his father was a labour offender and that he was taken into custody and that his biological mother ran away. Grandma’s blind and can’t watch the kids. When he was two years old, he ran into the factory and his arms were thrown into the machine, and now he has only one arm. He was always very quiet and well-versed in kindergarten, never doing things that teachers did not allow him, and little people were hiding among their children as if they were afraid of being seen. But his old clothes, his empty sleeves are always so visible. The teachers, on their own or on their own, wear his shoes. For example, he was given only one bun for dinner and pretended to have forgotten to cook for him. For example, in front of him, he spoke loudly about his father ‘ s guilt and about the sourness of the rags he was wearing.
One day, Chiang Hong-Ahn was ploughing the schoolgirls in turn and heard the boys crying. Go over there, a big boy is crying. He pointed at Dong Jian and said, “He hit me!” He’s gonna kill me!”
Dong Jian did not defend himself, but he had a big red and red face and was beaten and covered with dust.
“It’s a rat’s son who can do a hole!” “A teacher scolded and twisted his ears: “Do you still beat people?” Sooner or later, he’ll be a reformer.”
“What are you doing? “Chang Hong An shouted and the other teachers were surprised. And she pushed the teacher who was twisting Dong’s ear, and fell down face to face with him, saying, “Tell him, why did you hit him? Did you do it first? I’m sorry.
Tung strung his lips and wrinkled his face. He tried his best to hold his tears, but after all, he was too young and his eyes were filled with tears.
Jiang Hong-Am saw him like this, and his heart was sore, and he yelled at the teachers: “Is it impossible for him to do it first because the parents of the other children, the father and four uncles, are at the front of the workshop? Did Dong Jian deserve to be beaten and wronged, except for the blind grandmother? I’m sorry.
Jiang Hong-an checked him up and down and found a toothmark on his fine arm. It’s a bad mouth and it’s bleeding through the clothes.
“Go, the teacher takes you to the infirmary. I’m sorry.
“The doctor is not here today. “The other teachers are looking at this little girl in the dark.”
“Then go to the hospital outside. She took him out of here with her skinny arm and her arms. He ran all the way down the road, was tired and found his eyes full of tears when he dropped his child.
“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt? I’m sorry.
Little boy with his wounded arm around Jiang Hong An’s neck, and he tried to say, “He hit me first, and he said he’d bite my arm off!” I’m sorry.
“Well, well, the teacher trusts you. “You’ve got a few days of pain in your arm. I’m sorry.
She met Dong Jian’s grandmother for the first time. The elderly, like dead wood, can only manage their daily lives with memory. When the family is finished, they sit quietly on the bed, as if they were in the house.
Jiang Hong An was going to tell Grandma that his grandson was being bullied at school. She didn’t say what she looked like. What good would it be?
“Why are you back? You’re in trouble again? “Grandma punched Dong Jian and looked like her arm was swinging so high that she was gently on the baby.
“No, no. Dong Jian is the best and the best! “Chang Hong An is busy saying.
“My grandson, poor thing. I can’t even eat with my wife. When Chiang Hong-An was putting medicine on Dong, he listened patiently to Grandma’s words about the child’s life. Speaking of which, he used to stick his buns home from kindergarten, he was caught by the teacher and said he was a thief.
No wonder they don’t even call him now.
Jiang Hong An came home after work and was silent. She had a plan in her heart, and young people were doing their best to prepare for it, so she said to her father, “Dad, I want to open a kindergarten myself. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“I want to open a kindergarten. All children are equal. The family is not a cadre worker, nor is it a capitalist, male or female. Children can play and learn, and they can talk as much as they want, and they can say it boldly, regardless of their opinions. A girl can climb a tree, and a boy can use a bouquet of flowers, and any child can eat well, and no child can bully anyone. Instead of scolding the children, teachers love every child. I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? Where are the inequalities now? We are equal. Besides, the teacher knows what love is. It’s not a mess. Is there any organizational discipline?”
Dad totally disapproves. She’s too young to start her own kindergarten for months. Two, her thoughts are unrealistic, nonsense. Thirdly, it’s not easy to open a kindergarten, even for people like her father. Chiang Hong-an was not discouraged, and while she was at work, she gathered stories and came home to her father, who was probably too young to hear them. As she began to think that the kindergarten would probably be run by herself as a truly senior person in the future, the opportunity appeared.
She was introduced to a subject who was in a natural relationship with her and returned. After a couple of talks, Chiang Hong-An spoke of his thoughts. Who knows how much this man appreciates. It happened that his family had family members in charge of child-care documentation, and then promised to support her dream.
He’s a man of English, and he didn’t say anything, but Jiang Hong-an understood. Such a big favor would not help the irrelevant. If so, the two have made a deal, have a family, have a drink. Then, after taking over a kindergarten and running down with all kinds of approval, Chiang Hong An, at the age of 19, set up a nursery school. She was young and inexperienced, and her mother-in-law, an old cadre who had been in the education sector for many years, served as headmaster. Jiang Hong An is the “education director”. As for the source of the birth, the husband and mother had a great deal of honour, and many children from their families had been recruited. Jiang Hong-an spoke to Dong-Jian’s grandmother first, and of course there was nothing to say about his transfer to school. He also spoke to some of the children in the old kindergarten who had received special treatment. It is her dream to have a kindergarten and her husband’s full support. It’s really hard.
The school is divided into two waves of children, and the children brought into the family are well-born and arrogant. He is also a close family member and believes that Chiang’s natural society is particularly concerned about them. The children are all ears and ears, as if they knew their own gold. They have high expectations at home and are expected to grow up in college.
Another wave of children is a vulnerable group even in the old kindergarten. Their parents often do not care for their children because of things, let alone learn to care for them.
The first thing Jiang Hong-an has to do is teach the children: “You are all the same.” “My grandfather is the director!” When a child says so, Chiang Hong-Aan will tell him: “Yes, your grandfather was very good.” He’s a great dad, too. He can climb into a deep, deep boiler! When the children became friends with each other, the parents came to see her and said, “Mr. Chiang is helping with the children and trying to make friends with them.” “Chang Hong An is telling parents that our children are good children.
She is under 20 years of age and is too beautiful and tender for her work and lacking in authority. Many parents respected her, both as her teacher and as her mother-in-law. She was young and angry about it for a while, but later she thought it would be good if it helped. However, since the mother-in-law is the headmaster, everything has to be clear to her. In particular, daily conflicts between parents and children persist, and the perception of everything is still being consolidated.
Chiang Hong-an says every child is equal, and her mother-in-law teaches her: “There is a difference between man and life. Otherwise, our socialist children are different from the ones of the Emperor. Our education is based on teaching, and your equality is ideal. Chiang Hong-Aan says that the child is to be raised with a kind of love, and the mother-in-law says, “Educate is to reward the punishment, and if a child is to be loved without punishment, he can only become a waste.” I’m sorry.
Everything is difficult, and Chiang Hong An is young and can’t hold on. She couldn’t hold on and cried in her own office. One day she was crying there and someone knocked.
“Mr. Chiang, this is Dong Jian. I’m sorry.
Dong Jian was five years old when he learned to be the biggest kid in school. He came to the nursery school and stayed with Chiang Hong An, as if he had changed. It’s the highest, the most rational, who helps Chiang Hong An every day, like a kindergarten boy. Sometimes a very young child wonders about the break of his arm, and he lifts up his sleeves to show them. The child asked him, “Are you still in pain, will your arms grow?” He answered with patience.
The day he knocked into Chiang’s office and saw her eyes red, he asked, “Are you hiding here crying?” I’m sorry.
“Yeah, I need to cry here for a while. I’m sorry.
“Can I cry with you?” “The little young man has a red eye for questions.
The teachers and students cried to each other for a while and Jiang Hong An asked him what had happened. Dong Jian said, “Wing Xing Jun asked my father what he had committed and whether he was going to pay for his life. I’m sorry.
“Well I’ll talk to him. I’m sorry.
“It’s okay, I just wanted my dad out. Grandma said Dad’s out of jail in eight years. Teacher Chiang, how long is eight years? I’m sorry.
Jiang Hong An heard a bit of heartache. “Eight years for you, maybe. I’m sorry.
Dong Jian was sad to lower his head.
“But I think your dad misses you as much as you do. I’m sorry.
“Really? Dong Jian looked up and the skinny face was full of surprises.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
After two years of blinking, Dong Jian is going to primary school. Before sending him away, Chiang Hong An asked him what his future vision was.
“My dream is for Dad to get out of jail and go home. I’m sorry.
Chiang Hong-an heard: “This is not ideal; ideal is who you want to be. I’m sorry.
“I,” said the young man, “I want to be married to you.” I’m sorry.
Chiang Hong An Haha laughs, “It’s not ideal either.”
“So my dream is to be a brave and good man, just like you! I’m sorry.
After a longer day of kindergarten, Jiang Hong An felt that educating children was only a small part of the job. The most important thing is to convince the mother-in-law and communicate with the parents. But no one can be afraid of himself. Neither the so-called authority nor the experience can be acquired overnight. It is feared that more knowledge can only be learned if it is to be spoken and respected.
She has read every book, both good and bad, on advanced early childhood education and psychological development at home and abroad. It’s true that you learn to read and write and to learn. With knowledge, she talks to her parents, and the better. Her mother-in-law was a rational man, and she began to admire her by looking at what Jiang Hong-an did day and night. She also intervenes unkindly when she does not deal with things sufficiently well and maturely. Over the years, all efforts have finally borne fruit. There has been an increase in the number of sound parents and, as a result, more and more open and healthy children have graduated from her.
But as the job went on like a fire, her “back yard” started to burn. She’s getting closer to the age of 30 and still not being a mom. The family can’t sit. Speaking of being a mom, Chiang Hong An is not in conflict. But somehow she couldn’t. The husband asked her three days for a physical examination, acupuncture and physiotherapy, but she was too busy to work, and the basic examinations were completed and the others were repeatedly refused. The parents were even more dissatisfied with her, and she was sent to Shanghai for a doctor named Chinese for six months. But she couldn’t let go of her kindergarten and her children. That’s good. Parents come straight to her. They say if she’s not sick, it’s too stressful. Women still have to look after their homes. They are too young to have a child. The husband was upset and fought with her for three days. So when the fight broke out, all kinds of grievances broke out: “I have no wife like you, and you’re not going to work, and you’re not going to cook, but you’re going to be a nerd.” You can’t see my clothes when they’re dirty. I’m sorry.
Chiang Hong-an-Nang said: “A woman can top half of the sky. Do I have children to cook and wash?” I’m sorry.
Only one person in the family did not persuade her to give up her job, her mother-in-law. She did not persuade her son to understand her wife, nor did she persuade her family, except that it was normal. Jiang Hong An knows that she herself is also an intelligent, work-loving woman. But while she was also keen on her career, she did not delay the birth of a productive son. A working woman who does not care about her family and is not pregnant is in any case a poor woman.
When she was 33 years old, her husband suddenly stopped arguing with her. She came home and her husband didn’t say a word to her. It took a while to show off: the husband had a girlfriend outside, she was 23 years old, she was pregnant.
If it is the husband who has made a mistake, the relatives and friends of his neighbour in his right-hand house, say they are sympathetic to Jiang Hong An, I fear none. And he said in the presence of her son who had taught her the lesson: “No matter what happens, you are also immoral.” The words “in any case” are indeed accusing Chiang Hong An.
Chiang Hong An is in pain and hopes that even one person will be on her side. When she and her husband were at the top of the conflict, my mother-in-law suddenly said to her, “I’m about to retire, and I’ll quit.” Let it be for you.
At age 34, the husband ‘ s child was born and she was divorced. This time, the divorce has undoubtedly overshadowed parents. They had nothing else to say but urge her to find someone to remarry. A woman could not do without her husband, so stop working so hard. Besides, she’s not pregnant, and she’s old.
Jiang Hong An was introduced to countless subjects. She’s a middle-aged divorce now, but she’s still pretty, and the price is falling. Whatever they look like, what they do, and what they do with their children, Chiang Hong An always asks first: “I want to focus on my career, can you not accept?” I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with you? “The old father was so angry. Those who had met with her had come back and said that she was a good-looking woman and a good-looking woman in the field of education. That is very kind, in fact, to say that she has no respect for her family, no attitude and no respect for others. “Why don’t you just stop doing it! What’s another woman doing as a child? Is it not to offer your future children good conditions? Who doesn’t get married and put the focus of life in the family? Good for you, Benmo!
Chiang Hong An does not argue with his father, and she knows that it’s not the same concept and that it’s a waste of effort. She said, “I don’t want to look any more, but I’m the one who didn’t see me.” I’m sorry.
She’s 37 years old.
There’s nothing left to do with your personal life, but the children who graduate are all over the world. Dong visited her for years, and the more he grew, the better he was. By the time he finished primary school, he was already taller than Chiang Hong An. He played with the children in the kindergarten, read them stories and saw him as a good teacher. After school, Dong Jian kept her cleaning her school, preparing books and toys, and the teenage kids had their faces bandaged and wanted to be upset.
“Mrs. Chiang, my dad’s home. I’m sorry.
“Really? The biggest wish of Dong is for Dad to come home. His grandmother died a few years ago and is now in foster care at his uncle’s house. Even his mother ran away, and his uncle didn’t want to see him. He was nominally raised by his uncle, who actually lived alone in an empty room left by his grandmother. Now Dad’s finally home. “You must be happy, right? I’m sorry.
“I’m happy. Dong Jian says there’s nothing happy about his face. “I asked my father so many questions about what he had committed, why he was in prison, so he hurt someone to give his friend a breath. My dad’s not a bad guy. I’m really happy. I’m sorry.
“Great, I’m happy for you too. I’m sorry.
“But…” he said with his heart, “My father will take me to Shenzhen to develop.” We’re leaving soon. I’m sorry.
Chiang Hong An heard that Shenzhen is a new and vibrant city. “Why are you so upset? I’m sorry.
“I can’t come back to see you. “But what you said to me will always be remembered.” I’m sorry.
At the age of 37, a friend introduced a man of great character. When he met Chiang Hong-an, he was so fond of her kindness and intelligence, and her appearance was so remarkable. He was impressed by her career again. Chiang Hong-an said, “I’m busy at work, and it’s hard to take care of myself, and I’m afraid I can’t take care of my family.” The man said, “There is no need to take care of the family, I will take care of you.” She said, “I’m too old to have a baby.” The man also replied, “We both live well, I don’t care if we don’t have children. I’m sorry.
That’s how we remarry. His promises were kept. Three meals a day, a massage, and a trip, he took care of Jiang Hong An with great care. “Mr. Chiang’s husband loves her so much,” even the little friends can tell. “He was with you with stars in his eyes. I’m sorry.
Jiang Hong An is busy with his kindergarten. She has expanded the school step by step, not only to be perfect, but also to write her heart to read and work for many years. These books are for parents. She’s getting mature and steady. She knew that every angry parent, selfish parent, cold parent had their own problems. They also need a gentle teacher. And she’s getting older, and she finally gets that qualification.
An accident occurred in the year of 45 years.
Jiang Hong-an got pregnant unexpectedly.
Who can think of a woman who can’t give birth to a child for life? The husband was so happy that he saw Jiang Hong-an as a treasure, and now he’s even more afraid. As a result, Chiang Hong An felt very difficult to say. For a long time, she talked to her husband and didn’t want the baby.
Too old to have a child. The school was now faced with a new campus, in which the environment, teachers, and students were being recruited, and she was waiting for a great deal of work. A new book is hatching and she can’t lie still.
Who knows a man like his husband who has always listened to his plan, this time he bites to death and says no. He cried when he saw Chiang Hong-Am insist. He said he had done so much for Chiang Hong-an, only wanted a child, if she gave herself a child.
Chiang Hong An is soft. She did not make an appointment at the clinic, and her husband put her to bed, and she did. That afternoon, however, the school called and said that a child in the kindergarten had fallen from a tree and broken her bones, and she went to the school and that anyone who knew the way back from the school felt an unusual heat flow.
This kid, it’s better not to come. He came and left, and the couple’s love was never going to come back. They started arguing again, accusing each other. Jiang Hong-an found his husband with many complaints. What she had thought for so many years was that understanding and love were based on a lack of communication. The lost child was like opening a gate to him, so that the squeezing ransacks were blown ten times over. Every time she tried to talk to her husband, the husband said, “You forced me to do this.” I’m sorry.
She had to spend a long time working. At night, they also study and write at school. One evening, the children and the teachers left the school and the guards said that they were looking for her. She had seen a tall man far away, but there had been clear empty sleeves. Jiang Hong An was happy and waved and shouted, “Tung Jian!” Haven’t heard from you in a while! I’m sorry.
He went to Shenzhen with his father after he went to middle school. After all these years, he’s a middle-aged man. But he stood there as a little friend of the day, and Jiang Hong-Ann waved at him as if he had become a 19-year-old teacher.
“Sensei, I’m back in business. “It’s a tough decision to make, but he talks about what to do, and what to do, and what to do, and what to do, he’s proud and embarrassed. “How are you?”
“Good, good!” Chiang Hong-Ahn looked at this school, which devoted its whole life to it: “You see, we have this big schoolhouse and lots of kids. I’m sorry.
“What about yourself? How are you?”
“Nothing bad! In fact, the physical damage and the suffering of married life make her look bad, as anyone can see. When he looked at her with concern, Jiang Hong-an cried out, saying, “Oh man, pushes him to be in this place, and ignores it, and he leaks.” I’ve been running schools and teaching every day. What about my family? Louder. She laughed at herself. “A woman, career success, family failure. Is that a success or a failure? I’m sorry.
Dong Jian heard nothing. “I don’t know if anyone will define you as a success or a failure.” In my heart, you are the most successful teacher in the world. I remember when you said to the little girl in class, “You’re the best. You don’t have to listen to anyone who says girls are better than boys.” Because they’re wrong. You too, why should a family fail as a woman? I’m sorry.
48 years old, Chiang Hong An finally ended the second marriage. Parents are old, they are disappointed in her, and they can’t say anything about her. She worked for another 10 years and took a break, living alone, buying food, cooking and watching television. When she was really busy, she went to school and took a walk. See what the difficulties are for young teachers, see how the young friends are and look at the smile of the parents who see their children at school.
One day, when she stood there laughing, a mother jumped up. The parents are in their 30s, but she’s holding the headmaster’s arm and twisting it like sugar. I’m sorry.
Look at it, it’s a little friend Jiang Hong An taught when he was young. Dandan! Dandan! I’m sorry.
“It’s me! It’s me! I brought my baby too! I’m sorry.
Graduated students came back to see her a lot, and they continue to send their children to Chiang Hong An school. The so-called “grader” of Dandan is particularly sweet, because she didn’t think he was retired. The kid came for days and finally caught Principal Chiang.
She’s been holding on to Principal Chiang all these years with her kids from school. “Oh, sometimes tired and depressed, I’d like to go back to your kindergarten for a few days. Charging, cheering. I’m sorry.
It is only a small saying, but it has taken root in Chiang Hong An’s heart. She sometimes went to school and saw the parents at the door. They worked all day, standing here waiting to pick up the kids. Their faces are full of fatigue and stress.
To be a good parent, you have to be a happy person first. Do they want to be kids in kindergarten, charge and cheer?
Jiang Hong An, who has retired, has started running new schools. A school has been set up for grown-ups to re-establish themselves as children. Love them again, encourage them again. When adults come to be children, they have no need to conjure or hug them, but they have less access to education and less access to themselves than children. Some students spend a year in her school, almost on their own. Chiang Hong An is happy.
It’s not just where they heal, it’s where they heal themselves.
One weekend, Chiang Hong An’s rice had worms. She was in the house with her old vases and had to pick up rice worms and someone knocked on the door. Open the door and look. It’s Dong Jian.
Since he came back from Shenzhen to start a business, he has had to take time to see his own teacher. Numerous start-up companies have fallen, and Dong has done so much. “Entrepreneurs”, “successful people”, “Young people” and, of course, a label such as “Defenced people”, “Booked people” and “Booked people”. But when he came to Teacher Chiang, he jumped and jumped and grabbed the remotes as soon as he entered the house: “Look, look, talk to me on TV!” I’m sorry.
He held Mr. Chiang ‘ s rice bucket in front of her to pick up insects and showed her his face on TV.
She asked him, “You were poor when you were a child and you were said to have been raised by your blind grandmother, and there was an accident. And your education is not very high, but many people say that the decisions you make when you start a business against risk and competition are too calm and orderly, and you always look at human rights and human rights when you face moral choices on the way to start a business. Feels like you have a very high level of education. I’m sorry.
“You’re right!” he smiled on TV: “Don’t look at my family’s difficulties, physical handicaps, and my education is low. I have a very high education.” My whole life, I’m not afraid of hardship or failure, because I met a teacher when I was little. Kindergarten teacher!”
The kindergarten teacher, the hostess and the audience at the scene laughed. Dong Jian also laughed, saying, “I was a teacher who started a kindergarten on my own when I was 19. I still think she runs this kindergarten for me! I’m sorry.
The successful 40-year-olds are proud of their children. Everyone laughed again, and Chiang Hong-an was laughing in front of the TV.
The TV said: “She founded this school to teach all children like me to love themselves, to love others, to be confident and to be courageous. What she taught me is the most precious asset of my life! I’m sorry.
Jiang Hong-An did not speak, and she quietly erased a tear. I’m embarrassed to be sitting next to him. Then, after a while, Jiang Hong-Aan said to him, “You were right. I started this kindergarten for you. I’m sorry.
I knew it! I’m sorry.
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Adult Kindergarten: 8 warm healing stories, hugging inner children
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