Trong tuổi thơ của mỗi người, ai cũ

Trong tuổi thơ của mỗi người, ai cũng có những kỉ niệm đáng nhớ về thầy, cô giáo cũ của mình, những kĩ niệm đẹp xen lẫn nỗi buồn đều được khắc sâu trong trí nhớ của chúng ta. Riêng tôi có một kỉ niệm mà tôi không bao giờ quên, kỉ niệm sâu sắc về một người thầy đáng kính của tôi.
Năm ấy, khi tôi còn học lớp một, tôi có những kỉ niệm đẹp về thầy giáo chủ nghiệm của mình. Tôi đã bước sang lớp một, ngưỡng cửa của bậc tiểu học, có nhiều bạn mới, thầy cô mới.
Ngày trọng đại ấy, ngày tôi không bao giờ quên. Sau buổi lễ khai giảng, tất cả các học sinh đều bước vào lớp học của mình để học buổi học đầu tiên và gặp gỡ thầy cô giáo chủ nhiệm của mình và cũng là người sẽ gắn bó với tôi trong suốt thời gian học tiểu học.
Khi thầy bước vào, dáng người thầy thật nhanh nhẹn và thầy chào chúng tôi. Tôi trông thầy cũng đã đứng tuổi, tóc thầy cũng đã điểm bạc, khuôn mặt thầy gầy, bàn tay thầy có nhiều vết nhăn, chắc thầy đã có mấy chục năm lận đận với học sinh. Thầy bước lên bục giảng, thầy ra hiệu cho chúng tôi im lặng và thầy nói:chào các con, thầy tên là Hồ Viết Cảnh, thầy sẽ chủ nhiệm lớp các con trong suốt bậc tiểu học. Giọng thầy thật ấm áp, nhẹ nhàng, làm cho những suy nghĩ trong đầu tôi về một người thầy giáo chủ nhiệm thật dữ dằn và nghiêm khắc đều tan biến.
Sau khi ra mắt chúng tôi, thầy bắt đầu dạy cho chúng tôi những bài học đầu tiên mà cũng là những bài học đầu đời dạy tôi nên người. Thầy viết lên bảng những dòng chữ đầu tiên, tôi trông thấy bàn tay thầy run run khi viết, sau này tôi mới biết, thầy phải chịu đựng những cơn đau do tham gia cuộc chiến tranh kháng chiến chống mĩ để viết nên dòng chữ đẹp đó. Sau khi viết xong đề bài, thầy hỏi chúng tôi có thấy rõ không, một và bạn ngồi phía dưới do mắt kém nên không thấy liền được thầy chỗ khác cho phù hợp. Trong buổi học thầy đến tận chỗ của từng người để chỉ cho chúng tôi những chỗ không hiểu. Cuối giờ, thầy cho chúng tôi xếp hàng ra về, mọi người đi về rất thẳng hàng, tiếng cười đùa của một vài bạn đã làm xôn ao khắp sân trường. Buổi học đầu tiên đã kết thúc như vậy đó, thầy đã để lại cho tôi những suy nghĩ về một người thầy mẫu mực.
Những buổi học sau, thầy nghiêm khắc với những bạn lười học, khen thưởng những bạn ngoan. Giờ ra chơi, thầy đều ra chơi cùng chúng tôi, thầy chơi những rò chơi dân gian cùng với chúng tôi, nhìn khuôn mặt thầy lúc đấy thật đáng yêu, nhìn kĩ thầy, tôi có cảm giác khuôn mặt thầy rất giống khuôn mặt ông nội tôi. Ông tôi đã mất từ khi tôi còn nhỏ, những kỉ niệm đẹp của ông và tôi đều được tôi khắc ghi. Nhìn thầy, tôi cảm thấy nhớ đến ông, nhớ đến cảnh chơi đùa của hai ông cháu, tôi liền chạy vào phòng học, ngồi trong góc khóc. Lúc đó có một bàn tay đặt lên vai tôi khẽ vỗ về, hình ảnh ông nội vỗ về tôi mỗi khi buồn hiện về, tôi bỗng khóc to lên, không sao có thể kiềm chế được. Thì ra đó chính là thầy, thầy khẽ nói với tôi:" Thành, sao con khóc, nói ra để thầy chia sẽ với con". Rồi thầy ôm tôi vào lòng, nhận được sự an ủi của thầy, tôi càng khóc to hơn. Sau hôm đó tôi cảm thấy được thầy quan tâm nhiều hơn
Vào một hôm, do tôi không học bài nên bị điểm kém, thầy liền mắng tôi, tôi liền chạy về chỗ ngồi, trong lòng tôi cảm thấy rất tức thầy. Vào giờ ra chơi thầy không ra chơi với các bạn như mọi khi, thầy xuống chỗ tôi. Thầy nói:"thầy xin lỗi em vì đã quá nặng lời, nhưng em là lớp trưởng nên phải gương mẫu cho các bạn noi theo.... thầy giảng lại cho tôi bài tôi chưa hiểu. Tôi nhìn thầy lúc đó mà trong lòng cảm thấy hối hận vô cùng, ân hận vì đã làm thầy buồn. tôi tự hứa sẽ cố gắng phấn đấu tốt hơn.
Vậy đấy, thầy đã để lại cho tôi những kỉ niệm không bao giờ phai mờ về một người thầy giản dị mà thân thương. Tôi hứa sẽ cố gắng học tập để trở thành công dân tốt, có ích cho đất nước và xã hội. Công ơn thầy sẽ mãi được khắc ghi như câu danh ngôn:
"Ngọc không mài không sáng, người không học không tài.

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In each person's childhood, who are also notable memories of his former teachers, the memories or sadness are etched in our memory. I own a souvenir that I never forget, a souvenir of a teacher.In the year, when I was a grade, I have beautiful memories of his home teacher. I've been to a class, the threshold of the primary schools, there are many new friends, new teachers.Her big day, the day I never forget. After the ceremony, all the students entered the classroom to learn the first sessions and meet his homeroom teachers and also will stick with me for the duration of primary schooling.When I walked in, the true agile mentor designs and master our greetings. I looked the master also has to stand age, hair master also has silver spots, facial skinny hand, the master teacher has many wrinkles, make the master already has tens of years Telecom with students. The master stepped up to the podium, the master signal for us to silence, and the master says: Hey, my name is Lake Wrote a scene, the master will Chairman of the class the child throughout primary school. The master's voice really warm, gentle, make the thoughts in my head about a homeroom teacher really helped and tough all vanish.After our debut, I began to teach us the lesson that is also the first lesson taught me so. The teacher writes on the Board the first inscription, I saw master hands run run when written, after this I know, I have to endure the pain due to join the war of resistance against the United States to write beautiful text. After finished writing problem, the teacher asked us to have clearly not, a and you sit the bottom due to poor eye should not see other teacher to be associated as appropriate. In school the teacher to take the place of each person to just give us the place does not understand. The end of the hour, for we lined out on, everybody goes on a straight line, laughter of a few jokes you did made headlines all across the school yard pond. The first session ended so that, the master has left me thinking about an exemplary teacher.The following sessions, master tough you lazy learning, reward you. Now out of play, the teacher are out to play with us, master play the folk play leak along with us, look at teacher faces that look so lovely, master, I have a feeling the face master like his face. He died when I was young, the focus of he and I are both inscribed with me. Look at the teacher, I feel to him, remembered the scene playing two of my grandchildren, he runs into the classroom, sitting in the corner crying. Then a hand put up my shoulders my pampering, pampering my grandfather image every time the sad appearance, I suddenly cry louder, not stars can manage. Then the teacher, my teacher told me: "why are you crying, talking, out to share with your physician." Then Mr. hug me heart, receive solace of the master, the more I cried louder. Later that day I felt master more interestedOn one day, because I didn't study should be poor, instant teacher yelled at me, my run on the seat, in my heart feel very angry coach. In playtime master not out playing with you as always, down to my place. The master said: "sorry for being too heavy, but I should head to class is the model for you to follow ... the master lecture me items I have yet to understand. I looked at the time that master in the heart feels extremely remorseful, regretful because the master did. I promise to try to strive for better.So, the teacher has to leave me memories never faded about a casual teacher that the trade body. I promise to try learning to become good citizens, to be useful to the country and society. The Sir will forever be inscribed as the quotations:"No light, no grinding Pearl who don't study non member.

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In the childhood of each person, everyone has those memories of him, his old teacher, good memories are mixed sadness etched in our memory. For me to have a celebration that I will never forget, memories of a man deeply respected teacher of mine.
That year, when I was in first grade, I have good memories of the teacher all my experience. I've walked into a class, the threshold of primary education, there are many new friends, new teachers.
Her big day, the day I will never forget. After the opening ceremony, all students entering their class to first class school and meet the teachers of their respective owners and who will stick with me for the duration of primary school .
When he came in, really agile design teacher and teacher greeted us. I looked he was also older, he also points the silver hair, thin face teacher, teacher hands are more wrinkles, sure he had decades of pupils Telecom. Master stepped up to the podium, he motioned for us silence and he said, greeting the children, he named Ho Viet Canh, homeroom teachers will children throughout primary education. Teacher's voice was warm, gentle, making the thoughts in my head about a homeroom teacher and strict cruel truth is lost.
After our debut, he began to teach us the first lessons are also taught me my first lesson to people. Teacher wrote on the board the first words I saw hands trembling as he writes, I later said, he endured the pain of war join the resistance against plastic to write beautiful words dirty. After writing the assignment, the teacher asked us if we do not see clearly, and you sit beneath one eye due to consecutive poor teacher should not see other places accordingly. In the class teacher to take the place of each person in order to show us the places do not understand. Last time, he lined us up on, people go on a straight line, laughter of a few you did coil around the schoolyard pond. The first session ended like that, he has left me thinking about an exemplary teacher.
The next class, the teacher is strict with you lazy learning, reward you good. Recess, teachers are out playing with us, he played the folk leakage playing with us, look at that face so lovely teacher, teachers look closely, it felt very much like the teacher faces his face where I. My grandfather died when I was young, His best memories are my and my engraved. Looking at him, I feel he remembered, remembered the scene of his two grandchildren play, I ran into the classroom, sitting in the corner crying. At that moment a hand on my shoulder gently pat, pat pictures my grandfather when sadness is about, I suddenly crying out loud, why could not restrain. Turns out it was him, he whispered to me: "Members, why cry, saying he shared with the child to". Then he hugged me close, receiving his consolation, the more I cry louder.
Later that day I feel more concerned teacher In one day, so I do not learn post should be less points, he immediately yelled at me, I ran to my seat, my heart feels very instant teacher. At recess he is not out to play with friends as always, down to my teacher. He said: "I'm sorry he was too heavy for words, but I was class president should be exemplary for the teacher you follow me .... I do not understand all. I saw then that in my heart deeply feel remorse, regret did he sad. I promised myself to try to strive for better.
So there, he had left me memories never fade for a simple but loving teacher. I promise to try to learn to become a good citizen, be useful for the country and society. The thanks I will forever be etched as the famous saying:
"A gem can not be polished without friction, people do not learn no talent. he has left me with memories never fade for a simple but loving teacher. I promise to try to learn to become a good citizen, be useful for the country and society. The thanks I will forever be etched as the famous saying: "A gem can not be polished without friction, people do not learn no talent. he has left me with memories never fade for a simple but loving teacher. I promise to try to learn to become a good citizen, be useful for the country and society. The thanks I will forever be etched as the famous saying: "A gem can not be polished without friction, people do not learn no talent.

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In everyone's childhood memories, everyone has reminded the former teacher, the teacher's technology, these beautiful memories mixed with sadness are engraved in the depths of our memory. I have a memory, I will never forget a deep, to commemorate my beloved mentor.That year, when I was in grade one, I had good memories of my teacher's master of experience. I went to a class, primary school entrance, there are many new friends, new teachers.Important day, I will never forget the day. After the opening ceremony, all the students in the classroom learning courses and meeting the first teacher, but also my boss will stick to my whole time primary school.When the teacher came into the classroom, and I was soon, we all stood up, I looked at my hair, I also have a little big, thin, thin face, my hand, I have a lot of wrinkles, you must have decades of Cengdeng and students. The teacher walked up to the podium, I motioned for us to be quiet, the teacher said: Hello, my name is Hu wrote the scene, you will be the director of the children in the primary school, the teacher's voice is very warm, gentle, let these thoughts a teacher very overbearing boss in my mind, strict responsibility disappeared.Our eyes, I began to teach our first class class is the first teacher to teach me to write on the blackboard in the first sentence, when I saw your hand trembling to write, I just know later, because I have to endure the pain into the war to resist US Anti write word line beautiful. After wrote an article, you asked us not to see a friend, sitting below, because the eye is blind, so you don't see other places corresponding courses. In the place I've been to these places we don't understand. Finally, the teacher gave us a lot, people queuing up, laughter friends to do some big powers in the campus. The first class ended, so I left a model my teacher thought.After these courses, I strictly lazy to learn friends, these friends praised the child. I have to play our game the game now, and how you play folk on our face when you looked lovely, see your face clearly, I have a feeling that I really love your face, my grandfather, I lost my childhood memories of you and me I have been in mind. See how I feel, I remember you, remember you, my two game scenes, I went to the classroom, sitting in the corner crying. When there is a hand on my shoulder and whispered, about my grandpa photos, I'm sad to cry, why not control, this is me, I whispered to me: "why do you cry, say, let me share with you". I held me, received your comfort, I cried more and more. On that day, I think I careIn a day of learning, I should not have a difference, you can call me, I'll go back to my seat, I felt very angry. He is playing, don't you go and play with friends as usual, I am in my place. I said: "I'm sorry you are too heavy, but I am giving you an example should emulate monitor... Song to me, I do not understand. I saw you feel very sorry, regret my sad.So, you left me memories will never fade a simple and kind teacher. I promise I will study hard to be a good citizen, is beneficial to the country and society. I will always remember as merit or not:"Jade does not polish, does not shine, can not learn.