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As Vietnamese Teachers' Day approaches, everyone recalls their teachers, reminiscing about sitting in school chairs, longing to play with friends, and yearning to listen to the teachers' lectures. With the heartfelt sentiments in the letters from students to their former teachers below, let's read and return to the innocent and carefree school days.
The Most Touching and Memorable Letters Sent to Teachers
Compilation of Meaningful Letters to Former Teachers
Letter to Former Teacher #1
Dear beloved Ms. H.,
Today is November 20th, a truly special day as it provides a rare occasion for students, like me, to express our feelings without being labeled as 'cheesy'.
I still remember the early days when you took over our class. We, the students of Natural Science, caused you distress several times due to our lack of focus in class. Back then, we, the Natural Science group, didn't understand the depth of literature, nor did we grasp your dedication to the subject and to us, your students.
As each class passed, day by day, we felt more connected to Literature and to your teachings. You not only taught us how to write a compelling essay but also guided us through life with the stories you shared.
The 'Boatman of the Da River' is no longer a dry, unfamiliar concept through your lectures, accompanied by vibrant tales of writer Nguyen Tuan. You engaged us in discussions about the poem 'Waves' after hearing the romantic story of poets Xuan Quynh and Luu Quang Vu. We all feel fortunate to have a passionate Literature teacher, exploring a colorful literary world that we never thought would captivate us so much.
This November 20th, allow us to express our 'apologies' and 'gratitude' to you, dear teacher!
Apologies, dear teacher, for the times we caused you distress in the past academic year, with grades not meeting expectations and moments of academic slacking.
Thank you, for the engaging lessons filled with enthusiasm, for the stories you shared with us, and for the simple yet profound teachings.
Thank you, for consistently overlooking our mischievous acts, laziness, and clumsiness as the 'most mischievous, second devil' group of students!
We, the individuals in class, cannot express our gratitude to you fully in a few short lines. We promise to strive harder in our studies, ensuring that you can always be proud of Class 12A8 – the students you jokingly call the 'saints of fun, gods of study.' We love you so much, dear teacher!
A Letter to You on Teacher Appreciation Day
Time flies by so quickly... It feels like just yesterday we were nervously standing at the school gate, and now we are about to leave the school, leaving you behind. Even though we knew that one day we would part ways, saying goodbye is so difficult, dear teacher. Your words of guidance flood back as I write this letter of appreciation.
Dear Teacher!
You may not be a farmer producing grains with sweat under the sun, but you taught us to appreciate the value of a well-cooked meal. You may not be an engineer crafting everything, but you are building a future for life.
Parents provide life, friends are pillars of trust, challenges and failures teach growth, but it's you who taught me to overcome difficulties and obstacles on the journey of life.
You have nurtured and shaped me with every word, every gesture, and every step. I grew within the loving embrace of your guidance, unaware that three years of schooling are coming to an end. Is it time to part ways with you? I just want to forever be the small student carrying books to school, listening to your lectures every day.
But I must move on to make room for the new generation of students. It's also the time for me to apply the life lessons you taught at a different, larger school.
I remember so vividly, the day I received the acceptance letter to Gang Thép High School and the first day of school. The school and class seemed so unfamiliar to me.
Being the shyest, I never dared to initiate conversations with anyone; I only responded when asked, yet you came over to inquire about me. Through that gesture, I felt cared for. It's a memory I can never forget.
Time keeps quietly flowing... The cicadas start buzzing, signaling the arrival of summer. The farewell moment has come, and as I write these lines, I don't expect them to be read aloud in front of the whole school because my writing is not as good, but I write to express gratitude and remember the contributions of my homeroom teacher, the second parents who guided and shaped us into individuals.
I would like to send the most sincere thanks and gratitude to our homeroom teacher - Ms. Vũ Thị Thanh Mai. She has always been our most empathetic mother. Besides the tiring study hours in the classroom, she also organizes many entertaining activities for us. Her teaching style isn't dry because it includes amusing anecdotes. Despite being tired, she remains enthusiastic in every teaching session.
Many classes in the school are envious of us for having a homeroom teacher like her, and that is our good fortune. Thanks to her, the 12A3 class has become more united, appreciating each other more. Throughout this time, there were moments when we made her feel disappointed and let down.
Reflecting now, we realize we acted too impulsively, not fully conscious of everything we did. We know that what we did was wrong. We sincerely apologize to you.
Thank you for dedicating yourself wholeheartedly to us and giving us wonderful years. Thank you for providing us with joyful and sorrowful memories, the most beautiful reminiscences of our student days.
Later, when we graduate, without you, our teachers, and our parents by our side, we will have to face many challenges ahead. But we will strive to overcome those challenges with the knowledge you, our teachers, and our parents have imparted to us.
Now, before us lie two crucial exams waiting: Graduation and University Entrance. We will make every effort to prepare well for these exams so as not to disappoint the expectations of our teachers and parents. Soon, we will have to leave school, and I don't know what to say... I wish you all the best, always healthy and successful. Will always remember you.
=> This is a letter written by the 12A3 class of Giang Thép High School to their homeroom teacher, Ms. Vũ Thị Thanh Mai. Surely, as you read this article, you will be overwhelmed with emotions, wanting to be beside your teachers right now.
Letter to Former Teacher No. 3
Dear Mr. Dung!
It's been almost 3 years, hasn't it, sir? Since the day I stepped out of my beloved elementary school, and that day was also the day I had to leave you and my classmates behind.
Dear respected teacher!
How have you and your family been, sir? Surely, the work must have been tiring and busy for you. Are the students at the new school well-behaved? You know, since the day you changed schools, everyone misses you a lot! Dad said he wants to bring me to visit you, but there hasn't been any time. Mom always mentions you, asking about you all the time. Mom and dad even send their regards to you.
In the past academic year, ... not only did I achieve excellent academic results, but I also ranked first in the class. This year, I was selected for the district-level Mathematics Olympiad team. I always receive praise, help, encouragement, and support from teachers, friends, and you. Achieving the results I have today is thanks to the significant contribution of you and everyone. But even more significant is your dedicated guidance. It can be said that you are a guiding light for me.
On the occasion of November 20th, to express my gratitude, I wish you good health, happiness, and many joys. I thank you for the time you've given me, providing knowledge, love, and compassion. Your contribution is as vast as the sky, and I will remember it throughout my life.
Upon receiving this letter, Mr. Dung was deeply moved. He shared: I am delighted to receive your letter, Nguyet. This is the most meaningful gift I have received on November 20th, motivating me to continue to strive and dedicate myself more to the education career.
Known as a teacher who traveled from the plains to the high mountains of Muong Lat district to teach, Mr. Pham Dang Dung has been closely connected with poor mountain students for many years. Despite missing home and facing difficulties and shortages in facilities, Mr. Dung, like many other teachers in remote mountainous areas, is wholeheartedly devoted to his beloved students.
Letter of gratitude to teachers #4
Dear Teacher Lien,
A wooden boat in the morning mist
Forever accompanies us in myriad days
That river bend still remains here
You continue to ferry those full boats across the river.
Every time I recite this poem, my heart swells with indescribable emotions. It seems as if it has been brewing within me for a long time, waiting for this moment to surge. The teacher carries a noble profession - the career of nurturing individuals.
Those who almost sacrifice their entire lives to silently follow our path, those who indirectly add strength and knowledge to make us enter life without hesitation and with confidence. The teacher remains quietly standing there, witnessing each generation transition, witnessing the achievements of the teacher - achievements that will directly contribute to building the country. The teacher's contribution is like anonymous heroes, not recorded in history books but praised by everyone for generations...
On the school's gratitude day, I want to deeply thank my teacher and also my second mother. Teacher Pham Kim Lien. I hope you allow me to call you by the most affectionate term from the bottom of my heart! Mom. Someone who always listens and understands our feelings. A teacher who imparts knowledge and always listens and shares the early emotions with gentle but immensely important words of encouragement for us. An energetic and creative principal both in work and teaching style. You don't passively do tasks, but take the initiative to find thorough solutions. You and the students participate together in school activities, creating a seemingly special bond between you and the students. Weeds growing in flower pots, withered branches and leaves, you personally take care of them without needing anyone's help. At home, you are a kind neighbor. You consider the school your home and the neighborhood here as your family, your homeland.
Do you remember, last summer, when the school went on a trip? It was also my birthday. You called to congratulate me and explained the significance of that day. When you returned, you even bought gifts for the whole neighborhood. Although they were small gifts, they carried a great meaning.
I vividly remember the school's excellence exam. I had a strong passion for mathematics and hoped to excel in the school and district-level excellence exam in this subject. It was also the time when you took on the task of preparing the second session for us. You mentioned that I had potential in literature and could achieve high awards. You suggested I switch to studying literature, and regardless of my decision, you respected it. Although I loved literature, my passion lay in mathematics. I decided to stick to it. When the exam came, I couldn't solve the problems. I felt disappointed and sad. Every time I met you, I felt ashamed and guilty. If I had switched to literature, I might have won. I knew the person most disappointed was not me, but you. You regretted for me, and you wanted me to unleash my potential in literature. An opportunity came for me. You requested permission for me to take a literature test, and if successful, I could compete at the provincial level. I knew your honor was put on the line to give me a chance... In a month, you dedicated all your energy to teaching me. During the day, you worked at school, and in the evening, you came to my house to guide me. Your teaching style was unique, not like at school. You spoke practically, applying real-life scenarios for me to understand. Truly, you didn't just teach me academics but instilled life principles, teaching me how to live.
At times, I felt helpless. You placed too much faith in me, and I feared I couldn't live up to it. Sometimes, I wanted to give up. Yet, you, again, instilled in me a passion for literature. I felt truly happy. It was the first time a principal had to come to a student's house to teach. Because of that, I was determined to study well to repay your kindness. Every day, I studied in the morning, afternoon, and evening. Many times, I felt exhausted, lost confidence, but thinking about you doing so much work at school, managing family matters, and then coming to my house to teach, you were much more tired than me. If you didn't give up, how could I? That was the magic potion helping me forget difficulties and exhaustion. On the day of the provincial exam, you told me to try my best, read the questions carefully. When leaving the exam room, the person I wanted to see most was you. I wanted to tell you that I did exceptionally well. Waiting for the results was a moment of both joy and anxiety for both of us. Finally, the result came, and I achieved the third prize at the provincial level, the highest in the district. You were overjoyed. Upon hearing the news, you came to my house to announce it. I wanted to run and hug you, like a little bird wanting its mother's care. My achievement is yours. Without you, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to unleash my potential. Stepping onto the stage to receive the award certificate, I wanted to shout that I was so happy, and I had fulfilled my dream. Thank you. You gave me the determination to walk the path I chose. I'm happy, and I know you're very proud of me. I don't know how to repay your kindness. I will try to study well, strive for many high achievements. Happiness is linked to another joy as I receive a scholarship. Living in happiness, but I don't forget that this is my last year, the pressure of exams is significant. Therefore, I need effective study methods. The person always standing behind, thinking every night about the best study methods for us, always being there to follow and worry about us, is you. Every day passing by, you accumulate hundreds of concerns, worry about whether we are healthy enough to prepare for the exam, worry about each weak student until they can study better. You worry about us so much that you forget your own health. Few people understand the silent sacrifices of teachers. Dear teachers! We remember all your efforts.
I know every night, while everyone is immersed in sleep, under the light, next to lesson plans, you, our teacher, diligently prepare lessons to nurture the green seedlings. Your silent sacrifice, all for our future. And now, at this sacred moment of parting with the school, away from teachers, friends, I still remain a small student, longing to hear your compassionate guidance, dear teacher. Standing here, words choke in my throat. I want to write more to express gratitude, but I know no matter how much I say, it can't capture all your tremendous efforts. Beloved teachers! The boat you guided has now reached the shore. The fledgling bird is ready to fly, seeking new horizons, exploring the unknown, and your meticulous preparation has equipped me for the journey ahead. However, no matter where we fly, we will never forget Vinh Quang Middle School, where we hold deep admiration for the teaching staff. I thank you, a thousand thanks for the four years of teaching and nurturing. You're not just guiding us to explore the horizons of knowledge but teaching us life lessons, how to be good human beings, how to treat others, and how to love. In this poignant farewell, I send a message to all my peers: 'Hey, guys! The boat has arrived; please don't forget the ones who sailed it, our teachers.'
Time continues its steady pace, lesson plans persist into the night, silent space, only the sound of turning pages, writing pens, the breeze carrying a slight chill of the night, the ticking sound of the clock... and then, the bell marks the moment at midnight. Perhaps, it's precisely at this time that these great boatmen sense time most keenly. Time that quietly watches you, engrossed in preparing lessons. Unknowingly, it leaves its mark on your hair, on your eyes. Oh! Why does time, silent and unassuming, arrive like this? ... Your immense contribution, we don't know how to repay. We know there were times we made you sad, unhappy; we promise to study harder to make up for our mistakes. We know how hard it was for you steering this boat, facing countless waves, strong winds, yet, you devotedly did it for us, shielding, guiding us. When we faltered, your warm hands gently lifted us. When we felt powerless, your voice reached us, giving us renewed determination. Dear teacher, dear, a thousand times we thank you! We will try to listen to the sound of time, firmly grasp our timeline, to step towards success, the hope you envisioned for us. The country gives us a homeland to cherish and remember, parents provide a figure, a form for us to live and learn. You, our teacher, lay a solid foundation for us to step into life.
To my dear and beloved students:
Tran Thi My Linh - Class 9A
(from Trần Thị Mỹ Linh)
Letter to Teachers #5
Dear teacher,
Perhaps, this is the first letter I've written to you in almost ten years. I know I'm not a confident student to express my thoughts to you. Today, I feel mature enough to put it into words...
Did you know, during the first days when I stepped into Hùng Vương High School, I felt truly lost and unfamiliar? As a Literature major student, I always felt I had more 'luck' than 'talent' compared to my classmates. However, when I had the first classes with you, I felt the need for motivation, simply to get your attention and make you happy.
That's how I became passionate, putting effort, sometimes staying up all night just to complete all the assignments you gave.
You often taught me that living means having dreams, and I dreamed of becoming a teacher, a dream I've cherished since childhood. At that time, there was something powerful in my mind, urging me to realize that modest dream, to be a Literature teacher... just like you. But still, I couldn't answer the question: 'What is a dream?' Maybe it's something natural, close, and simple, isn't it, teacher?
I remember one time you asked the team to write an essay with four concise words: 'My dream.' I sat for a long time because I didn't know what to write for that dream.
As I write these thoughts, I find myself naive and incomprehensible. I hope that after graduating from university, I will go to a distant place, a poor rural area, to teach.
I will bring 'knowledge' and what I have learned from school, from you, to convey to the people there, especially the children. They need volunteers like me the most. I will be a young teacher loved by many.
I will contribute to helping the local people change their lives, overcome poverty and backwardness.
I will hold the hands of the little ones to write their first words.
I will be an enthusiastic teacher, wholeheartedly loving students just as you have loved us.
I will... I will... And I will... come back to tell you many more 'I wills.' But are these dreams too distant for a girl who changes her dreams as fast as I do, teacher?
Thanks to the sincere and straightforward comments from you, I gained enough confidence to lay the first bricks to start building the path towards my dream. You wrote: 'I wish your dreams will come true, and you'll become my colleague.' I never expected that one day I would return to school and work as a colleague with you.
In the blink of an eye, those days are far away, the most beautiful time of my life - a period of purity, innocence, and lush greenery. Today, stepping into a new life, I see countless shapes and remember with heartache those past months.
Everything, all those familiar images, seems to come alive and intact as if it were just yesterday. I only wish to have those small gifts again, each box of milk, and even the personal items that you carefully prepared for each of us when we were about to leave for the dreamy Olympic exam in Hue.
I remember the card with your neatly written words when your 'first children' were about to 'battle' in the National Excellent Student Competition. I recall the hot, sleepy afternoons when drowsiness enveloped each of us, yet as soon as we saw you entering the class with a bag of fruits or candies, everyone's eyes lit up, and mouths burst into laughter... Yes, you loved us like a mother, caring for us attentively.
I've grown a bit older now, a bit more than the days when I was your literature student. However, I still enjoy sitting and listening to your gentle voice whenever you lecture; still like to follow your footsteps every time you enter the school for a class, and still quietly care for you in a special way, just as you did, loving me and others.
However...
I've just stepped into the profession, and now I have to face the fact that you're preparing to retire. Time flies so fast! I still desire to be by your side, to be guided and instructed by you in everything.
Because everything is still very new to me... oh dear teacher! I know that, in you, there is still an intense passion for the profession and for each class of students who love literature.
Even if, ten or twenty years from now, I don't know if I can do things like you did to contribute to the school, to society or not? Yet, time is about to 'slow down' a passionate, dedicated person.
You have to temporarily set aside lesson plans, the red ink to return to the warm life of your small family. In just a few more months, I wish time could stop so I wouldn't have to say goodbye to you.
I promise to do what you advised, to listen to you as long as you still come to class every day. Just thinking about it, my heart naturally feels painful, and tears fall. Oh, dear teacher...!
Your sister told me, 'Teacher Van is the sunset, while Sương will be the dawn.' I will remember, remember that saying to continue your footsteps, to complete the mission of 'nurturing people' that you and I are carrying.
I may not be the best student you have, but I know I always have the best moments because of you and being your student. I wish you always stay healthy, always happy, so I can come back to see you and tell you more of the 'I will...' things, teacher!
Love you so much!
Your student,
Vu Truong Thao Suong'.
(From Vu Truong Thao Suong)
Letter from students to the teacher in the Hi-tech era
Dear teacher!
This morning, recalling the first lessons, I envisioned the teacher with a ruler in hand, a serious face, and a voice full of 'authority.' We immediately thought of the 'painful' days ahead. Unexpectedly, behind that exterior was a heart full of love and a gentle smile every time we understood difficult lessons.
Right now, as I write these lines, memories of the lively months of the final years of high school and the image of the caring teacher guiding us seem to play like a movie.
You led us from one surprise to another throughout the school year as our homeroom teacher. The first surprise was when you opened Facebook and told our class to 'friend' you. We were overjoyed because we never expected our teacher to be so emotionally connected. Once we became 'friends' on Facebook, all our innermost thoughts were shared with you. Despite being busy, you patiently advised each of us, the young souls, with the sincerest words.
I'll never forget the times we took group photos, and you enthusiastically posed in a humorous way in selfies. Just as someone lifted a camera, you immediately 'performed' with great enthusiasm. I remember you even reminded us to tag you when posting photos, making everyone burst into laughter.
Some say only handwritten letters carry deep meaning, that technology distances people. Yet, I believe it's just a matter of expression; the bond between students and teachers remains the same. Our affection for you, dear teacher, remains pure and sincere.
So, our final year is coming to an end. Seeing familiar things about to fade away, I can't help but feel melancholic. However, I remind myself to cherish the remaining moments. Even when we graduate and no longer share classes, I know you silently follow us every day, right, teacher? A message on Facebook or a call, and you're there, ready to open your arms for a comforting hug, embracing us, your 'children,' isn't that right, teacher?
As for us, we'll forever remember the story of how you awkwardly created a Facebook account to become 'friends' with us. You blurred the distant image of a teacher on the podium in my mind. We're proud to have been taught and guided by you. Thank you, teacher!
=> Not adorned with eloquence or prettiness, this letter is profoundly meaningful, filled with emotion, respect, and gratitude from the writer to their teacher as they prepare to part ways.
Farewell letter from students to intern teacher
Thường Tín, October 30, 2011
As a natural parting in life, the feeling of leaving behind the familiar is a genuine challenge for every individual. Farewells may contain laughter, tearful moments, but with beautiful hopes and a belief in life, parting can be filled with nostalgia and great significance. Today, on our farewell day, the emotions are overwhelming, difficult to express in words.
Dear Ms. Trang! How should I express this? Right now, I feel both happy and sad. Happy because you have pursued and come close to your dream - the dream of being a genuine teacher to guide and lead us. You've been the captain steering us across the river, reaching the shores of a wide-open future, enabling us to fulfill our dreams and aspirations, becoming useful citizens for society. Why sad? It's because we're about to part with you, a lovely, dedicated teacher with a passionate heart.
So from now on, there won't be the sight of you moving around the classroom, no more those smiles on your face, and no longer will we hear your hesitant, yet warm voice echoing nervously on the lectern... one and a half months may seem too short or not too long to form a habit. Yet, giving up that habit is truly challenging!
Recalling the old memories, when you first stepped into the class with bright and cheerful eyes. Sometimes, you seemed a bit awkward and hesitant when stepping onto the lectern. Watching the beads of sweat rolling down your face and your sincere dedication to us, I knew you were trying hard to make our lessons interesting and valuable. Not only that, you were also a very cheerful person, coming up with fun games after stressful class activities to help us relax. Surely, these are memories of student life that will be forever etched in my mind.
Honestly, at first, we thought of just creating convenient conditions for the teaching interns to conduct their classes. However, as time went on, there developed a strong bond and friendliness with you.
Suddenly, I feel like I've done something truly worthwhile, not regretting the things I've done. And now, in this moment of parting, I feel uncomfortable and stifled. A feeling of wanting to hold on and greed suddenly appears in my thoughts: 'If only you could stay with us, if only time could turn back.' I've tried everything to feel happier, but it's so difficult! These are questions that make me ponder, but then I reassure myself, you still have to pursue your dreams, your aspirations, and you have to pave the way for many more generations. Your departure is not without goodness.
Thinking about it, I feel my heart at ease, no more doubts! The only thing I can do is express my emotions right now, and perhaps, these are also the feelings of all the students in the class. Here, I also want to present a poem to you, and it's also the sincere sentiments of all my classmates to you:
Farewell to our dear teacher
Resonating songs and words of praise for you
Sincere, bright eyes
Thanking the one who taught us life
Loving you forever in silent stillness
Do you know, dear teacher, the soft heart is in pain?
Parting, tears stain
But I won't cry, won't be sad, dear teacher
I hope you'll always be happy
Fulfilling the poetic words I offer to you.
And finally, with the enthusiasm of youth, I hope you will bring new hope to dreams that soar high and far. I wish you continuous success in the noble work of nurturing the next generation, walking confidently on the path you have chosen.
We will always remember you, forever cherishing these precious moments.
Student Lê Ly
(by Lê Ly)
This letter is written by someone named Lê Ly, who poured out the deepest, most sincere emotions to the teacher (Student Teacher of the class). Even though it's only been a few months studying with you, Lê Ly has devoted a lot of respect and especially cherished memories during that time.
Letter to the Headmaster
Dear Teacher Phan Tuấn Cộng (Nguyễn Trãi High School, Hải Dương)!
Dear teacher! I know I'm still shy, so expressing love and emotions is difficult for me. But, did you know, it's the profound impressions of your lessons and the affection you've shown us that prompted me to muster the courage to write down my feelings. Beside the small window frame, I want to pen down my thoughts and emotions before bidding you farewell. Although these are just small thoughts from the bottom of my heart, I believe they resonate with the shared feelings of the generations of students you've guided in your teaching career.
I remember the first day of 10th grade, knowing we'd have you as our teacher, I thought, 'Oh! How challenging it will be sitting like a wooden log through the whole class.' In our thoughts, you, as the principal, would surely be strict. So, before the first math class, the whole class stood up, orderly, with a serious and tense atmosphere. Your shadow appeared outside the window, and then you entered the class, gently like a warm breeze. Your gentle smile melted away the rigid atmosphere, dispelling any unfamiliar feelings. We breathed a sigh of relief, eagerly opened our books. Somehow, at that moment, I associated you with Santa Claus. But you, here, are closer, more familiar, and more approachable for us. The valuable lessons you've given are more precious than any gift, dear teacher!
I remember every time the senior students, and teachers found out that our class studied math with you, they exclaimed with excitement: 'Lucky you! You get to study with Teacher Cộng, a skilled and experienced teacher!' At first, I didn't quite feel that, but gradually I came to know. Through straight geometric shapes without the need for rulers, through the neat and concise numbers you wrote on the board, erasing, then writing again on the green board, along with flipping through various aspects of the problems, the seemingly difficult subject of math was absorbed by us so effortlessly, solidly. Your class became our favorite, as alongside interesting problems were humorous stories, always concealing profound lessons.
If we liken the teacher to a boatman, then indeed, we are truly fortunate to travel on a boat not only with a steady hand at the helm but also filled with genuine warmth. You are so familiar and humble; every time you step into our class, it's hard to remember you as the principal leading a school with an impressive track record. It feels as if I am listening to gentle advice from a grandfather guiding his grandchild through each number. I only hear soft, patient teachings and see your smile, a smile full of tolerance and kindness. In your teaching style, I am reminded of images of old village schoolteachers, simple and approachable, bringing peace and warmth.
We, the younger generation, have so much to learn from you. No one is as optimistic as you when you say, 'I am an old child. As for you, you are old... but young.' No one is as punctual as you, appearing right at the classroom door as the bell rings. Your motto, 'Adapt to every situation,' along with your eyes sparkling with vitality, will forever be our guiding light as we step confidently into life.
Oh, dear teacher!
Right now, as I write these lines, the memories of the days when we were guided by you come to life like a movie. The film sometimes pauses for a long time, sharply capturing the slow-motion scenes of your gentle smile, the lessons, the numbers. At other times, it rushes past swiftly, as fast as the flowing time. There is no way to hold on.
Once again, in the classroom, the figure of that teacher with the black square bag. But this is the last lesson. The heart naturally tightens! It feels like just yesterday was the first class...
Self-admonishing to be fully attentive to capture every word, every lecture in my mind, but why does my heart feel so empty? Standing in front of what used to be familiar and peaceful, the heart is too small to contain the increasing uncertainty after each passing minute.
The bell rings, the rain continues to fall...
Bouquets, commemorative photos cannot alleviate the sadness.
On the school speaker, the song 'A Letter to the Teacher' earnestly resonates, a few girls hugging each other, eyes reddened.
But I won't cry, teacher!
Because I know, even though you retire, you will always keep an eye on this school through its growth with a dedicated and passionate heart. It's just that these observations will be from a geographically distant perspective. And the students will always be in your thoughts, along with the memories, the joys and sorrows, and the expectations for the future. Isn't that right, teacher?
We, the students, will always cherish the teachings from you. Nothing brings you more happiness than seeing your students striving to learn and grow, isn't it? The image of you and our beloved Nguyen Trai school will be engraved deep in a corner of my heart. So that when I open it and reminisce, I can smile and say: we learned in such a school!
And there's a teacher like you!!!
Your student: Nguyen Thi Phuong Anh
(of Nguyen Thi Phuong Anh)
If you want to write a letter to your teacher but don't know how, you can refer to the letters students wrote to their former teachers here.
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