Dear judges,

　　Good evening!

　　Thank you for holding this meaningful English Speech Competition. It offers us a stage not only for showing our interests, but also a great chance to communicate with and learn from others.

　　I am an English teacher from Ma’an Primary School in Huangpu, Zhongshan.

　　Last summer, I graduated from Hunan Normal University. Then I came to this small school. My first sight of this school was not good at all. It is in deep country, the campus is small, the buildings are old and low,and the equipments are very traditional, with in the whole school only three classrooms equipped with computer. I knew I made a terrible choice to be a teacher here. But children’s bright eyes changed my opinion.

　　In the first class, I told my children my English name was Flora. Flora meaned Godness of flowers. And all of them were beautiful flowers. They were very happy and showed great curiosty in English. Children like imitating. They like activities and games. They are really very sunny. I rememberd one girl once asked me a funny question in Chinese: “Flora, you speak so good English, are you from England?” I smiled. Look ,How lovely my children are!

　　These images kept appearing in my daily life. Day after day, I was touched by the bright eyes, I was touched by the heart thirsty for knowledge, I began to fall in love with this carreer. Every morning, I get up at six o’clock. I see the red rising sun. I tell me what I’m nurturing are groups of small suns.

　　However, life is a mixture of sunshine and rainfalls. Last November, I had a first test in my class. All the children did a good job in this test except for one boy. This boy was a very polite student with few words. In my class I seldom noticed him. But I never thought he would do so bad this time. I was unhappy . I pulled him to my office and badly criticized him.

　　But he didn’t say any word. The second test, his paper was just like before with a big red cross on it. I pulled him to my office again. He didn’t say any word, and just listened and listened. When he went back, I was perplexed. “What kind of boy on earth he is? How can I deal with him? ”

　　This time ,I turned to his former headteacher. I got to know that this boy’s other subjets are not good,either. His father and mother got divorced when he was five. He is with his mother. Life is difficult. His mother sells vegetables in the market and has to leave home early and go back late to support this incomplete family. From the bottom of his heart, he is bad than others.

　　I was astonished. God is unfair to this small boy. I knew I was wrong to criticized him that badly. First, I changed the seat from the coner to the middle. Then I paid more and more attention to him. I found he is not at all clumsy. I looked for chances to praise him and asked the class leaders to play with him.

　　Gradually I found smiles on his face. He is becoming outgoing. What’s more, he gave me a satisfying paper in the last term exam. I smiled because I saw his smiles.

　　Look, this is my carreer. I like to be a teacher. It can’t be more common. But it’s full of love. My dream is trying to give children a much fairer chance to learn. I’m sure love can water whatever kinds of land. Thank you !