This year is the last year of elementary school. Because of family circumstances, I have to transfer to Ho Chi Minh City. Living between the new teacher with how strange, strange, I remember Miss Mai, the teacher taught me four classes in Ben Tre town last.
Miss Mai is very young. She has just graduated from elementary school for a few years now. Her figure is slim, tall but not slim, her hair unbuttoned, she is endowed with natural ripples as the soft, graceful appearance of a girl in the spring green. On the face of the pink and white oval prominent pigeon eyes bright and clear, mixed in a gentle, warm and innocent. Heart-shaped lips are always freshly wet as a thin lipstick. Whenever she smiles, the right tooth pops out to make a smile of cute charm.
Ms. Mai's house at Tan Thanh junction, a few kilometers from the school. She taught by Dream II that her brother left before leaving for military service. The sunshine season or rainy season, when hearing the empty school hours notice, saw her in a long white dress entered the classroom with a bright smile welcoming us. In contact with her, the first feeling she thought was probably sympathy and then dear affection. So our children often hissed around her like a bunch of birds around her mother. I like reading, although I have read the poem many times at home but I have not seen the beauty of it. However, in the classroom listening to her read, she lectured to see how attractive. Her voice is inspirational, warm as deep as the mother lulls her baby, and then screams like the early morning birds, bringing us into the magical world of words do not know. She turned an hour into reading for one hour to find the beauty and beauty of life, so much so that the signal was empty and we wanted to stay for a few more minutes.
Throughout the school year, I have never seen her scold one student. If someone does not belong to the article, she gently commented, sincerely advised as a mother, our sister. I still remember once Huy class was fainted in the classroom when the outside is rainy, she rushed to get her raincoat to Huy and then ask a teacher in the next class to pick up the car, And she ran Huy car to hospital emergency room. She loves us like our siblings: wrap, protect, tolerate, tolerate the whole class, on the day of the final year of school children are crying before her break up her summer vacation.
Miss Mai is that. I wish someday to return to Ben Tre and where I first came to be Mai's teacher
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