Bloom in the winter fragrance mentor

Forbespywo

- my most memorable teacher

the background rose the recovery of the decay of the plot, echoing the Autumn of simplicity, the fragrance since ancient times sprout. Night to the stars filled the sky like the ancient wall, tell the truth in life, it is precisely the situation the students and faculty. I'm worried about trying to deprive the full moon, I saw stars and fleeting that if passed away, leaving the moon alone may pull Mengyin:
heart broken children under the full moon shadow,
vines title song cry welcome light.
tears the night stars want to drink alone,
morning sad brow dye drops.
everyone knows, teachers and students of nature can also depict the outline of the situation, and even condensed the essence of a mentor!
have yellowed fragment and did not let memories of rust. Teachers and students could not help feeling deep overspill from the heart, spawn of a miss, then miss, there are teachers, students, a classic chocolate flavor [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], with ... ...
that most of my life afraid of the truth, but most person is respected teacher. I feel the teacher is very warm, filled with joy when I see them smile, I can not help but moved to head oozes know how many days, as if the world is facing a most beautiful picture, no let me cherish. Although I'm usually laughing and joking and teachers, but most understand the mind, the busy people who occasionally smiling is my most respected people.
set in the late autumn to the wilderness years, the maturity of the United States brought back buried valley in the heart of the mentor: a childhood in the snow in the winter. As usual [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the teachers treat me feel, every morning at the school gate waiting for me specifically. Because I care at this age is the smallest class. This morning the snow was the moment, the meaning does not seem to stop. I am in the snow to step forward with force, Snow snuggle my feet, I caught the snow pit. At the time I am very anxious, a scarf with a warm temperature to around in my neck, I know the smell of the scarf. I looked up and smiled happily to the teacher, the teacher takes in my cold cold hands [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I read from her eyes a concern. Apart from the interest in, her bright eyes in the addition of a layer of tears. I am puzzled that layer of tears. Then my teacher on her own, continued my walk around the school. Along the way, my teachers being, can be walked on, the teacher careful not to fall, across her knee severely frozen in the tough, and that soon, the pain in my heart. Because she is to not let me fall, just choose this way of falling. Teachers have to cover up the pain with laughter, afraid I know the blood on her knee freak.
soon, the next morning came around again, this day there is no snow escort. I took a good wash scarves came to the school gate, to my surprise, so I insist on 350 teachers in the morning was late today. Just when I am angry, I found a school gate in the wall adhesion just do not tiptoe I can see the note, so I went over. I regret the words I read above, I started to cry and cry so loud. Like a child and her mother got separated, I had to hold her scarf around every corner of the search of the school. Piece of paper with a few lines of phonetic words: Baby, teachers were transferred, and after so you have no chance, I hope you grow up quickly, and boldly go every day, so I will not worry about it. So far I have to find a teacher with the scarf figure, looking like a mother and daughter share love of mentor.
Even summer nights, I do not give up looking for winter emotions. Lightning thunder in the night, another long-buried memories are awakened. Bright light, Gimli splitting thunder, I am not afraid. Because the teacher once told me, Because of this, I like the days of thunder and lightning, walking in the way home from school I was not scared. Chop off the face of lightning, I was always a smile and then a smile, whether it is on the way home, or in the way of life.
teachers, starry sky you know that I miss you, do not dry the green in my life is the location for your stay. You are the teacher a cup of warm tea in the winter, decent aroma described the truth in life; mind telling us the importance of learning; teacher you are the summer heat of a cavity Teng passion, emotion and the heart beating a better future; teacher you are in a cluster of spring conviction, always guided us to hope! Success!
I always thought I could only fish in this sea of knowledge, wandering, did not expect you to already put together with a piece of me with ocean of knowledge put into the heart. The outcome of the original mentor can not cultivate and moving, and students do not ignite the flame of love can shine, even if the mentor buried in the monotonous winter, the sun shines you can not get colorful, warm. I hope that the earth mentor queue forever, and wish the world all the teachers keep healthy, safe and happy! After the hard work I believe you will eventually gain a brilliant, a spring!