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Chinese mynas

I Become a Teacher Like You When I Grow Up
Traditional song from China.


There we were, 350 educators from all over the United States and China gathered in the historic Great Hall of the People for the traditional Chinese banquet. After a sumptuous multi-course meal, the same that had been served to Kings and Queens and Presidents, we were invited to sing songs to each other. For the next hour or so we took turns singing children’s songs and folk songs, alternating between our Chinese hosts and we American teachers. From little ditties to pop songs we laughed, cheered and applauded each and every effort.

Nearing the end it was announced that we would close with one last offering. A solitary woman appeared and said simply that the next song was a cherished one among teachers. She read the words in English. Then she opened her mouth and out came a haunting tune, in a clear voice, sung with obvious gentle passion. Her voice echoed alone for several bars. Slowly, all of our Chinese counterparts in the room began rising, one by one, to their feet and joined in. We could not understand the words but we saw and felt the emotions – in their eyes, their faces and their voices. We were a great commonwealth of human beings, fellow brothers and sisters …. we were all teachers.

 

When I was little, I believed that you were very beautiful,
you led us to fly freely back and forth.
When I was little, I believed that you were very wonderful,
every word from your mouth could shake heaven and earth.
When I grew up and became a teacher like you,
I realized that you made hopes fly like birds from that classroom,
while you were always the one safeguarding the nest, the birds’ home.
When I grew up and became a teacher like you,
I realized that what you wrote on the blackboard were the truths
what you wiped out were the personal material gains.

 When I was little, I believed you were very mysterious,
you made all the difficult subjects interesting ones.
When I was little, I believed that you were very powerful,
you always liked to hold us highly up.
When I grew up and became a teacher like you,
I realized that what you drew by the chalk in your hand were rainbows,
what fell down from the chalk were teardrops.
When I grew up and became a teacher like you,
I realized that you were always giving but never taking,
When I grew up I became a teacher like you,
I became a teacher like you,
I became a teacher like you….

…… I hope you enjoy this website and find it useful in your work. BH 

 

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