In a school year, there are many special days, but perhaps the special one that is meaningful is November 20 - Vietnam Teachers' Day. In the tumultuous atmosphere of November 20, surely many students sat and thought about their teachers. Me too. Countless memories can not be described at all. I forgot how when she stood on the lecture, the lecture by inch. I remember how the gentle excitement flew and then fell back into the teacher's loving hair. At that time, it seemed like the teacher had gone too fast. Honestly, for me, to say whoever learns, teachers are first. I still remember the secrets that the teachers taught, the people who taught, the interesting formulas of mathematics as easy as baking. Such memories can not be forgotten. The memory when I was beaten or judged by her for being giddy and forgetting to work and when she was still good at birth, still deep in my heart the thin, stooped shadow of the teacher. draft. On November 20, my heart rebounded an indescribable emotion, but I know for sure that that emotion is gratitude, a respect and love for a successful coastal perceptions driving teacher.

There are many special days in a school year, but perhaps the most meaningful one is November 20 (Vietnam Teachers' Day). In the tumultuous atmosphere of November 20, it is unlikely that a few of the students would sit back and think about their teachers. A lot of beautiful memories remain in you. I can't help but forget the times she stood on the podium, giving us the lecture inch by inch. I remember how when the chalk dust gently flies and then settles down on the loving hair of the teachers. The memories of when I was beaten or scolded and scolded for being giddy for forgetting to do my homework and when she was praised by her for being a good student are still there, still imprinted in my heart. Thank you to the teachers, the silent boatmen.