It was all like just a moment ago, still intact in the rushing memories, making my nostalgia for him suddenly become burning. In the early days of the 6th grade year, with the strange steps of a young girl who did not know the bitterness and hardship in life, life was only pink to me. But which life can give anyone complete happiness without knowing how to overcome the difficulties and challenges. When I was twelve years old, I thought that I was an adult, and knew how to stand on my own feet without a hand, a shoulder to lean on. I want to be independent on my own terms. Self-reliance is a major turning point that, with the immaturity of a twelve-year-old child, the wrong turn is inevitable. I proved myself with useless games, asserted myself in the virtual world of video games. I am violent in the game to treat people. I spend most of my time and mentality to "build up". I became clumsy and studying for me was not what was as interesting and interesting as before. I stay away from close friends, afraid of detractors, and terrified of pitying eyes. My life turned to a new darker, darker, darker page… Then my dear teacher appeared. I met the teacher's warm, affectionate gaze on the first day of class. But that gaze wasn't enough to cool my cold heart. I impressed him with his empty statement when he asked the first question of the lesson: - Do not know! A blunt statement, or rather, so impolite that any teacher would be infuriated. Different from my thoughts, he replied with a deep voice: - Sorry! I am new to the profession so the expertise is not strong. I will try to explain carefully to the children to understand. Not stopping there, I constantly caused other events from fighting, being disrespectful to teachers to crossing barriers, truant ... As the class teacher, it was difficult for him to explain and defend. for my mistakes. Even so, he was still by my side, wholeheartedly guiding me, admonishing me with gentle but profound words. I innocently brushed off the teacher's efforts with disrespectful words: "I don't need anyone to pity! I don't need… forever… ”. And seemingly beyond the tolerance of the most tolerant heart, the teacher quietly cried. For the first time, I saw the tears of each other falling on his tough, stern face. Unconsciously, my chest was pounding, something ached in my heart, a feeling of regret welled up in my mind but somehow my mouth still could not say two "sorry". That afternoon, I was called by my teacher to tutor me to study. I don't understand, I don't think a new teacher is so devoted. He definitely did not abandon me, even though I was too disrespectful to him. I do not deserve to receive his love. The teacher gave me difficult exercises, dedicated to helping me, and worried about me. He cooked meager dishes by himself to treat me after stressful school hours. He worries about me like a father. He has erased the great distance that I have made with everyone. Teacher filled the emotions that I lacked for so long. Teacher helps me stay away from useless games. My teacher taught me that independence does not mean asserting myself in a virtual world full of pitfalls. Something is contained in my little soul. It's been a long time since I felt love. I stood blankly at the great love for me ... I suddenly realized the warmth and trust in the eyes of my beloved teacher - something I have never received from anyone, including my own family. That is more than enough to alleviate the bitterness in the life of a lost child. It was he who helped me get back on track and on my way. Everything in front of my eyes suddenly blurred. Tears fell for each other for the past in vain days and for selfless selfishness. I feel like pink has returned to my life. In that moment, I felt like I wanted to hug him tightly to apologize. From the bottom of my heart, I want to say thank you to my teacher with my learning abilities and personality in life so that those gratitude is much more meaningful. If that day, my beloved teacher does not appear, is not subtle enough, sensitive, does not understand and sympathize with my situation, then my life would be just a dark black. I would like to borrow the melodies from the song of the Teacher as a conclusion. That is also the gratitude of the disrespectful student who wants to send him every day - the most beloved teacher in my life: "... Although I count all the stars tonight, even though I count all the fall leaves, thousands of years How do you count all the gratitude to the teacher… ”.