Poetry is beautiful words, poetry is touching notes, and poetry is the emotional voice in people's hearts. There is an immortal poem in everyone's heart, and it is this poem that makes me see hope again
In the distant childhood, the teacher became a distant memory. Since I entered junior high school, I seldom think about my alma mater and primary school. Of course we remember, but does the teacher remember me? The teacher has brought so many people for so many years, and I am not a "celebrity" like the monitor. How can the teacher remember me? I certainly won't remember my name. . . . . Since that incident, I have more respect for my teacher. . .
It was the final exam, and it was the day to get the results. That semester, my grades were like a little boy on a slide, making faces at me all the way. As soon as the teacher announced the end of school, the students swarmed out at once. I am the only one left in the empty classroom, and my heart is even more empty. I walked out of the classroom blankly, and the sunset was like snow, and the sunset melted the gold. I feel that my world has no motivation. . . . . I walked silently with my head down. Suddenly, I thought I heard someone calling my name. Looking up, a vague and clear face appeared in front of me: my primary school Chinese teacher, Miss Zhang! And she was still saying hello to me, so I quickly said hello. For an instant, I felt unprecedented joy. She even remembers me for so long.
Time can take away some things, but some can't; Time can change some things, but some cannot. Teacher Zhang, thank you for your encouragement. Your little move has made me find hope and confidence again.
This is an eternal poetic melody in my heart.