Until now, the image Huyen teacher still bold in your memory. Ms. Huyen - her early life taught me the first year at primary school, in Grade One.
Ms. Huyen slim shapes, not fat nor thin, regular and symmetrical DAV. I do not know exactly how old she spent know that she was very young, younger than my mom a lot. Every day to class, she often wore light-colored tunic, sometimes blue or banana bud, sometimes pink or purple eggplants, also at sea salt white as color, shape, and fit well with the her green youth.
Her hair was dark, glossy color of coal as the soft smooth as silk fibers are let loose to the shoulders. Oval face is endowed with a pair of blue eyes and thick lashes as though she wore curved eyelashes. Nose, though not very high, but with the face. Every time she smiles she looks fresh and beautiful than the actress and model. Clouds white teeth back is adorned with a left corner of the mouth khenh make the already very bright smile even brighter, more attractive.
Every time she talks or lectures in class then her voice emits a new hearing how sweet! When the gentle, soothing as the cool breeze flowing, sometimes lyrical and melodious singing of birds such as robins, which we lost in the world of male ca. The first lesson is how hard. She once your handheld shaped every word, every line, set for each child to pronounce, spell each sound. The recess, she bent back row of bricks, writing samples for each child training to be true we wrote letters, straight line path.
Now, in spite grade year ago, but my heart is always with respect and gratitude Huyen teacher. I promise to myself to try to learn from your good side of her teaching.
Years of elementary school have a lot of memorable lessons, but I never forget a month ago. That time the teacher left in my heart love unforgettable. On that day, my teacher wore a beautiful yellow gown. Long black hair is tied neatly on the top of the head, looking very fresh. She greeted the class with a bright smile. Classes begin. Her lecture that day was very active. Her voice was sweet, inspirational. Her eyes were always looking straight down. Those eyes always show encouragement, encouraging us. She lectured so passionately that on the gentle face has been sweat she has not noticed. She lectures very easily. Through this teaching, I feel the beauty, the beauty of each poem, the text. The words she preached deep into the mind never forget.
Occasionally, she went down to the back of the class, watching the students discuss the group, watching us record. She went to the school friends weak to suggest, help. She poses questions from easy to hard to stimulate our creative initiative. She is always close to the students, listening to your opinions. In the midst of intense study, she told us stories that were very useful. She told the story very attractive. Hung Hung heard her open mouth to hear without knowing. Looking at you, the whole class laughed it was fun. A drum sound is signaling the time to play. The end of the class, the faces of the class and the teacher radiant joy. I love and respect my teacher. She secretly promised to try her best to be a good person for the country as she taught us.
