For several years now, I still love my Russian teacher, who taught me in the first years of school at the doorstep of Primary School. The Russian teacher has a slim figure, neither is fat nor skinny. Her age is almost forties but she looks very young. I really like the dresses she wears to class, usually thin white silk tops, all beautiful colors, very suitable for her pink body and skin. Her hair is curled neatly around her full face, and she is always wearing harmonious makeup. Her eyes are big and black, her nose is a bit high, but it looks proportionate to her face. She smiles brightly, crunchy, revealing two even white corn-like teeth. All of them create a friendly, open-minded beauty, but not so less stubborn. Her voice gave lectures at times of warmth and resonance. She loves students very much. I remember the early days when we went to school, we were all kids who had just left their parents' hands, bewildered, timid and even had friends crying when they left. She is like a gentle mother, comforting one person from one to another, making her heart and friends feel secure and no longer afraid. However, she is very strict when lecturing, whoever does not pay attention, she immediately reminds her and always praises those who try to study. The first few sessions were so hard, she took each of them hands to shape them, showing each of them how to pronounce rhymes. During recess, she would stick to line in notebooks, let us write in straight lines, or just draw more for the weak ones who could not keep up. In her free time, she often tells us stories. The class laughed when she told a funny story, at that time I felt the atmosphere in the whole class was warm with mother and child love! In addition to teaching and taking care of us, she is also interested in getting to know the families of poor friends, creating conditions to help them. Although I do not study her anymore, but in my heart I always respect and thank her. I told myself that I will try my best to study so as not to betray her love and care for me and deserve to be a good student.

My History teacher for this school year is Ms. Lan, and we are all happy to study with her. She will turn 38 this year, but she still does not intend to get married or even have a boyfriend. She says that her life is for teaching and training students, and she feels it better to stay with her parents. She is a short, slim and beautiful woman despite her age. She loves to wear colorful ao dai to school, and we can count that maybe she has up to 30 different ones. Ms. Lan is a gentle and kind person, so she uses a really soft voice to give lectures, and the whole class must be very quiet in order to hear exactly what she is saying. Besides those lectures, she usually chats with us about her life and other funny things, so we feel very comfortable when studying with her. She is our teacher, but it seems that we are more worried about her than vice versa. Although she is happy to be alone, we all hope that she will find her true love soon.

Dịch:

Giáo viên Lịch sử của tôi cho năm học này là cô Lan, và chúng tôi rất vui khi được học với cô ấy. Năm nay cô sẽ bước sang tuổi 38, nhưng cô vẫn không có ý định kết hôn hoặc thậm chí có bạn trai. Cô nói rằng cuộc sống của cô là để giảng dạy và đào tạo học sinh, và cô cảm thấy sống với bố mẹ tốt hơn. Cô ấy là một người phụ nữ thấp, mảnh mai và xinh đẹp so với tuổi. Cô thích mặc áo dài đủ màu đến trường, và chúng tôi có thể đếm được có lẽ cô ấy có tới 30 cái khác nhau. Cô Lan là một người dịu dàng và tốt bụng, vì vậy cô ấy sử dụng một giọng nói nhẹ nhàng để giảng bài, và cả lớp phải rất yên tĩnh để nghe chính xác những gì cô đang nói. Bên cạnh những bài giảng đó, cô thường trò chuyện với chúng tôi về cuộc sống của cô và những điều thú vị khác, vì vậy chúng tôi cảm thấy rất thoải mái khi học với cô. Cô ấy là giáo viên của chúng tôi, nhưng có vẻ như chúng tôi lo lắng cho cô ấy nhiều hơn là ngược lại. Mặc dù cô hạnh phúc khi ở một mình, tất cả chúng tôi hy vọng rằng cô ấy sẽ sớm tìm thấy tình yêu đích thực của mình.