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.
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