Writing Contest Beloved Teacher: Forever grateful to Mr. Hao

It has been almost a year since my teacher and I had a chance to meet each other. The last day I saw him was probably the final day of the 5th grade school year. Even though time has passed, I still remember that final day of the year clearly, the day my teacher and I cried and hugged each other tightly, regretfully saying goodbye.

Positive and optimistic living example

When the sudden heavy downpours came, the little cicadas - the great musicians of nature - began to play a magical, humming tune. The ancient royal poinciana tree in front of the school yard had small green buds that formed into lovely clusters of flowers hidden under the sparse, lush foliage. The hills and mountains, the vast fields were covered in a pure, gentle white color of coffee flowers. The sweet fragrance of coffee flowers not only lingered in my nose but also penetrated deep into my heart... I was filled with longing for the beautiful memories of my beloved Vo Thi Sau Primary School and teacher Dang Dinh Hao.

Cuộc thi viết Người thầy kính yêu: Mãi nhớ ơn thầy Hảo - Ảnh 1.

Cuộc thi viết Người thầy kính yêu: Mãi nhớ ơn thầy Hảo - Ảnh 2.

The author's handwritten copy sent to the Organizing Committee of the writing contest "Beloved Teacher"

There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but in the end I still didn't have the courage to express all my thoughts and feelings. I understand the worries, difficulties, and hardships that a person carrying the mission of "ferryman" like him had to shoulder. But he had completed his mission very well, successfully steering us to the final destination of primary school. Maybe, I had forgotten many things, but I would never forget him. His image is forever engraved in my heart. I don't know if he still remembers the first day I met him, but I still remember it clearly.

My relationship with him began on the first day he became my homeroom teacher. That was when I was in 5th grade. It was a stormy day, the wind blew one window open, pouring rain into the classroom, wetting several rows of desks. We arrived at class very early, huddled above the podium, everyone eagerly guessed the homeroom teacher's name and waited anxiously.

Suddenly the classroom door opened wide, the teacher appeared like a superhero gliding on magical wings. In his red bat-wing raincoat, he looked like a strong, dedicated, and enthusiastic superhero. He rolled up his sleeves and lifted the wet desks to the back corner of the classroom, then quickly took the hammer from his bag and closed the window hinges. He took a broom and swept the water out of the room and cleaned the desks and chairs.

When we finished, the teacher started calling each of us to sit at the table. When it was my turn, because of carelessness and haste, I slipped and fell. Seeing that, the teacher quickly ran to help me from behind, and as a result, my head fell on his lap. The teacher kept reassuring me: "Luckily, it's okay. Stand up and sit at your table."

Until now, sitting here holding a pen recalling everything about him, I still remember clearly like the first day we met, the short hair with a hint of frost, the gentle, sunny smile... All those little things have never faded in my mind. I love his voice - the intoxicating voice that captivated and captivated generations of students. That is why I love and look forward to his lessons to enjoy his deep, warm, affectionate voice. He is a dedicated, enthusiastic teacher, always dedicating himself to the cause of educating people.

It seemed like the whole class would have more time to interact and talk to each other, but everything went as planned. COVID-19 struck, and teachers and students could only meet each other through computer screens, phones...

The Second Father

There are pressures and fatigue weighing heavily on our shoulders as students. But fortunately, we always have our teacher by our side, always encouraging, comforting, confiding and chatting with us. He always tells us to always remember this saying: "If you can't fly, run; if you can't run, walk; if you can't walk, crawl, but whatever you do, you must keep moving forward." When you understand what it wants to convey to you, it means that you have reached your own milestone of success. A word of encouragement, a word of caring instruction, teaching students is the joy and happiness of those who are attached to chalk dust.

If someone asks me what is the most regretful and disappointing moment, I will answer: "It is the IOE exam, the exam that I have been looking forward to and waiting for the past 5 years. But then I let it slip away in regret."

At that moment, he came to me, gently comforting and encouraging me, his hand gently patting my shoulder. I just wanted to cry out loud for the whole world to hear my regrets, but then each of his pats was like a source of energy transmitting to soothe my sadness. That was also what impressed me most about him - he always understood and caught up with our psychology, knew where we stumbled and supported us, where we were in pain and soothed us.

To me, he is a simple yet humble, dedicated yet enthusiastic person. He is the one who pulls us out of the fatigue of math. Every time he finishes a lesson, he will ask us if we understand the lesson. Sometimes, he only needs to glance at our faces to know whether we understand the lesson or not. If there is even one person who does not understand, he is willing to explain the whole lesson again. And just like that, he steers us through 5th grade math with ease.

Life goes on, over time there will be many new things that become memories, but the wonderful memories with my teacher will always be imprinted in my heart…. No matter when, where, I will proudly say: "I am a student of teacher Dang Dinh Hao - a dedicated, enthusiastic superhero teacher".

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