The years I spent at Primary level had many memorable lessons, but I have never forgotten what time it was a month ago. At that time, teacher Hang left an unforgettable love in my heart. That day, teacher Hang I wore a beautiful yellow ao dai. Her long black hair was tied neatly on the top of her head, and she looked very fresh. She greeted the class with a bright smile. Class starts. Her lecture that day was very exciting. Her voice is sweet, inspiring. Her eyes are always straight down to the classroom. Those eyes always show our encouragement and encouragement. Ms. Hang gave the lecture so passionately that her gentle face was covered with sweat but she still did not notice. She gave a very easy lecture to understand. Through that lecture, I feel the beauty and beauty of each poem and essay. The words she taught me to be engraved in my mind will never forget. Occasionally, she would go back and forth to the back of the class to watch the students discuss in groups, watching us write. She went to the weak classmates to suggest and help. She always asks easy to difficult questions to stimulate our creative initiative. She is always close to the students, listening to their opinions. I love and respect my teacher very much. I secretly promise that I will try my best to study well to become a useful person for the country as you taught us.