Top 15 Most Moving Reflections on Teachers for November 20th

"There's a profession where chalk dust settles on hands,

They say it's the purest profession of all."

"There's a profession that doesn’t plant trees in the soil,

Yet blooms fragrant flowers for the world."

That’s the noble profession of teaching, which has given us admirable teachers to cherish. I’ve had the privilege of learning from many passionate teachers, each leaving a lasting impression. But perhaps the teacher I remember most is my beloved literature teacher.

Her name was Lan Anh. She taught my sixth-grade class and was also my homeroom teacher. Freshly graduated, she was young and beautiful. Though not tall, she had a slender and graceful figure. Her short, shoulder-length hair, dyed chestnut, accentuated her fair skin. Her dark, sparkling eyes and warm smile, complete with an endearing dimple, made her smile even more charming. As a teacher, she didn’t dress ostentatiously—she often wore knee-length dresses paired with elegant blouses. On Mondays, she would wear a graceful purple áo dài, which made her look gentle and feminine. We were all in awe of her beauty whenever she stood in front of the class in her áo dài. For extracurricular activities, she preferred casual attire like a T-shirt and jeans, which gave her a vibrant, energetic look. Everyone agreed that she had a refined sense of style.

Each lesson she taught was filled with excitement and captivating content. I, who once disliked literature, began to look forward to every lesson. She sparked in me a passion for learning about literature. Watching her teach, her enthusiasm and youthful energy came through in every word and story. She always told the class, "Literature is the study of humanity; every piece of writing contains life lessons." Her rapport with her colleagues was equally warm, and her friendly demeanor made her beloved by all the teachers at school.

One unforgettable memory with her occurred at the end of the first semester. After presenting awards to students who had excelled, she called me to the front and handed me a gift: a new set of clothes. I hesitated and asked her, "Teacher, I haven’t contributed much to the class, why am I receiving a gift?"

With a gentle smile, she patted my head and said, "As a member of this class, everyone contributes in their own way. I understand how you feel, but I believe you’ve tried your best this semester. I also know the difficulties your family is facing, but if you persevere and everyone loves and supports each other, things will improve."

She continued, "This gift is from me and the whole class, given to you to start the new year. It may be small, but it comes from the heart. Please accept it with joy!"

I was overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude, feeling the warmth and care from everyone. I realized that love and affection can come from the simplest of gestures, and from the people closest to us.

Teacher Lan Anh, to me, you are the best teacher I’ve ever had. I hope one day we will meet again, and I can tell you: 'I will always remember you.'

In every student's life, there is always a cherished image of a teacher who has made a lasting impact. For me, I will forever remember and hold dear my sixth-grade homeroom teacher. He left an indelible mark of respect and affection in my heart.

He was not only our homeroom teacher but also our literature teacher. With his lean build, thoughtful demeanor, and calm, introspective eyes, he radiated wisdom and experience. His fair complexion and serene features added to his presence. He typically wore a white shirt and dress pants to school, and in the winter, he would add a coat or jacket. His simple, unassuming appearance made him incredibly approachable to us.

As our homeroom teacher, he showed an immense amount of care and attention. Initially, we thought that only female teachers could be so nurturing, and we were a bit disappointed to learn our homeroom teacher was a man. However, he proved us wrong in the best possible way. He was always in touch with the class leaders to stay informed about us, and he even personally reached out to students with behavioral issues to understand their personal circumstances. His advice and encouragement were always heartfelt. What was truly remarkable was how he gave us the freedom to create and express ourselves during our class activities. The class leaders were thoroughly prepared under his guidance on how to run the class, and he would only observe and offer feedback. Thanks to his thoughtful management, we quickly adjusted to the new school environment and performed well academically.

His literature lessons were nothing short of magical for us. At first, we sat quietly, mesmerized by his deep, captivating lectures, forgetting to take notes. If he noticed, he would kindly ask, 'Why aren’t you writing down the notes?' and we would snap out of our trance, realizing how deeply absorbed we were in his words. One unforgettable lesson was when he shared insights on the story 'The Flag Embroidered with Six Golden Words' by Nguyễn Huy Tưởng. Ever since then, whenever we thought of him, we couldn’t help but compare him to the character Trần Quốc Toản in the story. He laid the foundational knowledge we needed in our first year of middle school, and although we no longer had him as a teacher in seventh grade, we will forever remember him with deep respect and gratitude.

Every student has a teacher they cherish, and I am no exception. Throughout my five years of primary school, the person who guided, encouraged, and took care of me was Ms. Trâm, the teacher I admire the most.

Ms. Hoa was my first-grade homeroom teacher. At 36 years old, she looked much younger than her age. With a well-proportioned figure, fair skin, and a radiant smile, she always had an aura like the sun shining brightly. Her face was oval-shaped with a straight nose, large, bright eyes that were sharp and intelligent, and heart-shaped lips. All these features came together to form a perfect face, giving her the beauty of a mature woman. Her long, slightly curly hair was often tied up, adding to her youthful and energetic look. Both teachers and students often said she was the most beautiful teacher in our school. I especially admired her when she wore a soft yellow Ao Dai during celebrations like Teacher's Day or Vietnamese Women's Day, where her elegance embodied the beauty of an Asian woman. Her soft hands carefully wrote each letter on the blackboard, and she gently held my hand to guide me as I learned to write my first letters.

Ms. Trâm was kind, cheerful, and always got along well with us, but she was very serious during class. She was also incredibly considerate. After school, when we had to stay back to clean the classroom, she knew we would be hungry, so she would often bring snacks, candy, or fruits for us. She was deeply dedicated to her work and had been recognized as an outstanding teacher many times. She had won numerous awards, including the provincial 'Excellent Teacher' title, and her classes always ranked among the top. She told us that this recognition was a great joy and motivation for her to keep striving in her teaching career. For her students, she wasn’t just a teacher; she was like a second mother. She always cared for us, encouraged us, and was there to support us during difficult times or personal issues.

In the beginning, when I entered first grade, I was very shy and always followed Ms. Trâm around. She noticed I wrote slowly because I hadn’t memorized the alphabet yet, and even simple math problems were difficult for me due to careless mistakes. A few classmates were in the same situation, so Ms. Trâm invited us to her house for extra lessons, teaching us for free. Thanks to her devoted tutoring, my handwriting improved, and my math skills also got better. By the end of the year, I scored 10 points on both my math and Vietnamese exams. I am so grateful to her for helping me and my classmates become better students. This is a memory I will cherish for the rest of my life.

I love Ms. Trâm so much. I feel incredibly lucky to have been her student. She will always be the beautiful, kind, and talented teacher in my heart. I promise myself that I will strive to be a good student, work hard, and become an exemplary one, so that she will be proud of me.

Every student has that one teacher they admire and respect, and I’m no exception. Throughout my elementary school years, I had many teachers whom I loved and respected, but the one who left the deepest impression on me was Ms. Mai.

Ms. Mai was my fifth-grade teacher at elementary school. Her full name was Lương Thị Tuyết Mai. Oh, what a beautiful name! She had a slightly plump but tall figure. I learned that she was 40 years old, yet she looked much younger. Her face was beautifully oval-shaped, and her long, shiny black hair was always tied up neatly. The hairstyle suited her face perfectly, giving her a youthful look. She had bright, sparkling eyes and a delicate, straight nose. Her smile revealed a row of perfectly white, even teeth behind her rosy lips. Her fair skin was flawless. When she walked up to the board in her purple Ao Dai, it seemed like it fluttered in the wind. Everyone in my class thought she was the most beautiful teacher in the school. We all wished we could look even a little like her.

Ms. Mai was an experienced and passionate teacher who had been teaching for nearly twenty years. She loved her students deeply and always wanted to help them excel. In our class, there were about seven students who struggled academically, and Ms. Mai went the extra mile to tutor them until they made noticeable progress, all without charging a penny. She would even come to school early to help us catch up on lessons. Additionally, she always cared for the less fortunate. For instance, she personally visited the homes of some poor students to deliver gifts, which moved their families greatly. When one of my classmates, Tú Anh, fell seriously ill and missed a week of school, Ms. Mai came to visit and asked us to take notes for her. Both the parents and students were deeply touched by her kindness and generosity. My mom often said, 'Ms. Mai is truly a wonderful teacher, dedicated to her students. I’m so glad you’re learning from her.' I thought to myself, she’s absolutely right. Ms. Mai was a gifted teacher who always took the time to make sure we understood everything. I felt incredibly fortunate to be in her class.

With her colleagues, Ms. Mai was always cheerful and approachable. She loved mentoring younger teachers and respected her older peers. Despite coming from a modest background, with a sick husband and two young children to care for, Ms. Mai would still spend her own money to buy gifts for the top-performing students. I found her actions truly admirable. After the end-of-term exam results, she rewarded the highest-scoring students with beautiful green fountain pens, and to this day, I still have mine.

Now that I’m in seventh grade, I still think about my teacher from fifth grade. I truly admire and respect Ms. Mai. I regret not being able to visit her at the old school. I feel guilty that I didn’t go to see her on Teacher’s Day. Ms. Mai is a teacher who loves her students with all her heart, and I will always wish for her good health, happiness, and the continued love of her students. One day, I will return to visit her.

School - our second home - always holds the most unforgettable memories of our lives. In that space, teachers are like parents, friends are like siblings, and together, we create lifelong memories. During our school years, everyone has at least one teacher who leaves a lasting impression. A teacher who gives us lifelong lessons, helps us through difficult times, or simply teaches in such a way that we can never forget. For me, it was Ms. Hưng, my literature teacher throughout high school. From a young age, I imagined the perfect teacher as someone with long, silky black hair, neatly pinned, with fair skin, red lips, always wearing a graceful Ao Dai, walking slowly and elegantly. To me, that image of a teacher always seemed like something out of a dream.

On the first day of class in tenth grade, when we met her, Ms. Hưng walked in wearing large, dark sunglasses, and we were a bit taken aback. With a smile, she joked, 'I might look like a mafia member right now, but trust me, if I take these off, you’ll be too distracted by my face to focus on the lesson!' She then shared a funny story about her 'masculine' name, and from that very moment, she won the hearts of all forty-five of us in Class 10A3, especially me. We instantly felt a connection with her.

When we think of teachers, we usually picture someone gentle, caring, and dedicated. Ms. Hưng embodied all these qualities. But beyond that, she had a unique, modern personality that captivated us. Her teaching style was engaging and energetic, and she never let us drift away from her lessons for a second. While she upheld traditional values and ethics of a teacher, she also infused her own personality into her teaching, making it unforgettable. My grandfather, who was a scholar of classical Chinese, often told me, 'You should become a teacher like me.' I always smiled and nodded, thinking to myself, 'I love children, but I’m too quick-tempered to be a teacher.'

Yet, every lesson with Ms. Hưng inspired me. I began to imagine myself standing at the front of the class, breathing life into every word, and having my students love me as much as I admired Ms. Hưng. I would be cheerful, humorous, and friendly like her, teaching not just knowledge, but also life skills, kindness, and compassion, just as she taught us every day.

Ms. Hưng is the epitome of a modern woman who also cherishes her traditional roots. She is a remarkable teacher, a devoted mother, and a role model for us all. She has participated enthusiastically in school activities, earning the title of Outstanding Teacher for many years. In the 2012-2013 school year, she guided her students to outstanding achievements, winning three second-place awards, one third-place, and one encouragement prize, topping the province’s rankings. At home, her two children are excellent students, constantly earning honors. Her son even won a provincial award in fifth grade. Ms. Hưng keeps the flame alive, and that flame continues to burn brightly in her happy, loving family.

I cherish every moment of my school days, and I will never forget the memories of wearing the white uniform with friends, and the image of Ms. Hưng diligently preparing her lessons. She is the one who imparted knowledge, dreams, and hope to me – my beloved teacher, Ms. Hưng.

Once upon a time, on this beautiful Earth, a flock of birds sang to welcome a new homeroom teacher... The angel had entrusted her with the task of guiding us, one by one, across the river of knowledge and to the heights of success... Every year, she would greet and take us, helping each batch of sweet and innocent students spread their wings and soar into the vast, blue sky... And now, after all these years, she continues to guide me, a small student, to the endless shores of knowledge.

You're probably wondering who this teacher is, right? Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting. She is my homeroom teacher, Ms. Hồ Thị Thanh Tịnh – the second mother the angel brought into our lives.

The first impression I had of her was her warm smile, so charming that no one could guess her true age! I had heard from senior students that she taught in such an engaging and approachable way, and when I first attended her class, I immediately saw the truth in that. Her teaching was lively, filled with interesting examples that captivated me and made the lessons come alive. These initial impressions led to more, as I grew to understand her and developed a deep affection for her. I wonder if she can feel the emotions I have for her? Probably not. But those feelings are gratitude for the lessons she’s taught me, respect, admiration for her passion, and the love for teaching in her heart... They are also the feelings of a daughter for her mother. Those feelings are so overwhelming that I don’t even know where to begin or where to end...

I may not be a top student in literature, but the essays I write can be considered decent, if not amazing. Even though I hold so many emotions for her, I just can’t seem to express them perfectly in writing. The only thing I can do now is sit here and write these words to express my feelings and thoughts straight from my heart. I’ve never been fond of literature as a subject. I can read novels or literary works, but literature itself used to be a subject I associated with long, tiring yawns. If you ask me to summarize a novel, I could sit for an entire day, passionately recounting the story. But if you asked me to read and understand a poem or write an essay, that would have felt like torture to me. I preferred practical subjects, things I could prove and solve with formulas, like math, physics, and chemistry. I suppose that’s why I found literature difficult. My mother, an artist and poet who has a deep love for literature, often said I was too pragmatic. She would tell me that I was too dry and practical, and when I heard that, I’d just laugh without denying it because that’s just who I am. Poetry and literature seemed too luxurious for me. I liked being a reader of great books rather than a writer.

But one day, an angel smiled at me and brought her to us, and everything changed. She often told us, ‘Each of you should find and memorize a poem that you love; it will lighten your soul.’ At first, I didn’t understand her words. I couldn’t find a poem that resonated with me, nor could I bring myself to love poetry. But now, I’ve come to understand and feel the essence of poetry through her lessons. Her passion and energy have inspired me, and slowly, writing essays became much easier as her teachings echoed in my mind.

She’s not just a teacher to me; Ms. Thanh Tịnh is like a mother, always listening, offering advice, and guiding me in the right direction. There have been many times I’ve confided in her, and through those conversations, I’ve grown so much. She has qualities that I admire and want to learn: optimism, kindness, a heart full of care for others, and most importantly, the ability to always live true to oneself.

These are my feelings for my ‘mother Thanh Tịnh’! How about you? Surely, you must have had some time in school, no matter where or for how long. You must have memories of school, teachers, and friends—both happy and sad moments that are worth cherishing. Perhaps, when we were in school, we didn’t fully appreciate the warmth from our friends, the teachings of our teachers, and the wisdom shared with us. Many of us even found the advice and scolding of our teachers bothersome and impatiently waited for the day we’d graduate and escape the classroom. But, as time goes by, you’ll realize that you’ve lost something very precious.

Without those words of guidance, without the gentle correction, we no longer grow. We must face life’s challenges and learn the lessons that come with them, but life’s lessons are no longer dry and academic; they are dynamic and sometimes come with consequences. Only then will you ask yourself, ‘Who remembers the boat that took me across the river?’ By then, it may be too late. Cherish those school years, and enjoy the happiest time of your life. You may not believe me, but the teachers standing at the front of the classroom do more than just teach—they pour their love into you, into me, and into every student. They have a deep commitment to every small future. Take the time to truly appreciate this, and you’ll certainly feel a sense of direction for your future from them. Through the lessons and advice, we will grow stronger, gather knowledge, and prepare for the challenges that lie ahead. Live fully in these precious years, and hold onto them as the treasures they are!

At the end of this piece, I must express my heartfelt gratitude to my homeroom teacher and all the teachers standing in front of the classroom, shaping lives. I wish all teachers good health, happiness, and the brightest blossoms in their careers.

“Teacher, I’ve learned the lesson from this morning, with chalk dust falling on your hair as you stand at the blackboard.” There you stand, imparting knowledge to us, your students. You’ve been doing this for decades, and over time, your hair has turned silver from the dust of chalk. Who taught us how to read and write? Who gave us knowledge and wisdom? Who taught us right from wrong? Who motivated me to grow? Who lifted me up when I stumbled? Who worked tirelessly for us, your beloved students, even when the weather was harsh, and still showed up at school every day? Who?

The words “Teacher,” always echo in my mind. To me, a teacher is like a father, full of understanding and deep love. As a child, I used to ask my mother: “Mom, why do I have to call him ‘Teacher’?” It seemed like a naive and innocent question. But these were the first feelings I had towards “teachers” when I was just starting out in school. I vividly remember the image of my teacher holding my hand, teaching me how to write. At that time, I couldn’t fully grasp the teacher’s love for me. Children, after all, are innocent and don't yet think deeply.

As I grew older, I had many teachers, but they all shared one unique trait—an immeasurable love for their students. As mischievous and rebellious as we were, making our teachers angry or sad at times, we knew that once we admitted our mistakes, they would forgive us. Teachers teach us so much more than knowledge; they are second fathers to us. They silently walk to and from school, day in and day out. The world moves on quietly, but teachers continue their work, through rain or shine, with their hearts full of dedication to their students. No matter how many years pass, no matter how their hair turns gray, they continue to stand by us, supporting us in every way. Despite all the distractions and concerns of life, teachers remain devoted to helping us grow. “Teachers stand by our dreams, no matter how many years pass, no matter how many seasons change. Their love for us shines brightly like the sun. We can never fully repay what they have done for us.” Teachers are like lighthouses, guiding us through life’s uncertainties, offering us hope, and teaching us to love our homeland. They are our rock, giving us the strength to face life’s challenges. Even kings need teachers, and for all of humanity, the image of a teacher remains forever beautiful. “Respect for the teacher is the only way to truly understand the essence of teaching.” We, as students, must love and respect our teachers. They deserve to be honored by everyone in society, and we should always take pride in having a teacher in our lives.

As November 20th approaches, how will you show your gratitude to your teachers? Teachers don’t seek expensive gifts or rushed presents from the shops. What they truly want to see is their students thriving, working hard and excelling in their studies. Your greatest gift to them is to strive for excellence in your work and learning. The most precious present you can offer is the gift of your success, the promise to always be a diligent and respectful student. Let’s present our teachers with the brightest “10” scores and pledge to be their proud students forever.

To this day, I still can’t forget my teacher Thanh Mai, who guided me through the first and second grades. To me, she was like a second mother.

I vividly remember her appearance. She was tall and slender, with long black hair that cascaded down to her shoulders. Her face was oval and beautiful, but what I remember the most was her gentle gaze filled with love.

I was shy and timid when I first entered grade one. Back then, I would sit quietly in my seat, not daring to speak or interact with anyone. Then she came to me, offering kind words of encouragement, helping me connect with my classmates. Her voice was so gentle, and with her support, I was able to make friends.

At that time, I was still so young, and to me, she resembled a fairy from the fairy tales I had read. She always smiled at me, her eyes seemed to encourage me. Whenever I was sad, she would come to console me, always knowing how to cheer me up. Even when I made a mistake, she never scolded me but gently reminded me of my errors.

This is why I cherished her so much. Whether happy or sad, I would always share my feelings with her. I tried my best to study hard and be a good student so that she would be pleased. How happy I was each time she praised me!

But there is one thing I will always remember. I had a big flaw back then—I had terrible handwriting. I constantly received low marks in spelling. My teacher reminded me several times, but I didn’t improve. I could see the disappointment in her eyes, and I realized I had made her sad. I felt so guilty. From that moment, I was determined to improve my handwriting, and soon enough, it became one of the best in the class. When she saw my progress, she was very pleased.

There are countless memories I have with her. She taught me many valuable lessons, and her love was not just for me, but for all of us, her students, whom she treated like her own children. She helped us build good habits and corrected our bad ones. She never raised her voice in anger; she always patiently guided us.

Now that I am older, at least old enough to understand the immense contributions she made to my life, I realize how much she has shaped me. Though I no longer have her as a teacher, I will never forget her, and she will forever remain a kind fairy in my childhood memories.

Time passes quietly and without notice, and before I knew it, nearly four months had flown by. Though the time was short, it was enough for me to experience the wonderful things from my school, Kim Tan Junior High. With the dream of becoming a student wearing the uniform of Lao Cai High School for the Gifted, I left my current school and moved to a completely new one. Anxiety and uncertainty filled my mind: I feared losing the people I cared about the most, leaving the place where I felt the safest, and saying goodbye to my friends with whom I used to joke and tease every day. I feared the absence of my friends and teachers, and at times, I even thought of giving up. But then, I thought about the future, about those who were hoping for me, believing in me, and I decided to move forward, holding onto hope for a brighter tomorrow.

I remember those early days, in the warmth of early August, when I was still feeling self-conscious and scared of the new challenges ahead. But as soon as I stepped onto the school grounds, all those feelings vanished. The first sensation I had upon entering the school gates was one of familiarity and warmth. The school was beautiful, well-kept, with wide tree canopies and a refreshing breeze that swept through, bringing a sense of peace and inspiration. That feeling urged me to quickly step into the classroom. I climbed the stairs to Building B, reached the third floor, and found the sign for class 9D. When I entered the classroom, my new classmates were friendly and welcoming, immediately making me feel at home. And that day, I met her—Teacher Le Thi Luong. My first impression of her was that she was straightforward, but also very caring towards her students. Did she know that her words of encouragement that day gave me the strength to push forward, hoping that I could do well?

In the days that followed, I came to understand her better. She was strict, and at times, I felt truly scared and wondered why she had to be so tough on us. But over time, I realized that her strictness was for our own good, to help us grow and become better individuals. She was always by our side, ready to assist us in everything. She helped us clean the classroom, she picked up a hoe to help us plant flowers, and she even took the chalk to write with all her heart. She taught us how to say thank you, how to apologize, and she helped us create a notebook filled with interesting pages and images. I loved her because she worked so hard, even when she was sick, she never missed her class supervision duty during the first 15 minutes. I felt sympathy for her sad eyes, the tears that rolled down her cheeks when we weren’t behaving well... I grew to love her even more because she was a fair teacher who always stood by her students, seeking to understand us and support our clumsy steps. I admired her for her ability to acknowledge her flaws and work to improve them, while gently offering advice on how to correct our own faults in a way that helped us become better in the eyes of others. Teacher, I love you! Your big heart, your strictness tempered with understanding, your depth, your closeness to us—these are just some of the many things that make you an extraordinary person. And even though this might be a one-sided affection, you gave so much without expecting anything in return. For me, after just four months of learning from you, I became a different person. I now have a new heart, one that knows empathy and listening. I learned from you how to persevere despite setbacks, and you became the pillar that helped me rise after every fall. You taught me to face life with a renewed perspective and no longer judge others naively.

Teacher, with Teachers' Day coming soon, I hope you will forgive me for all my mistakes and thank you for everything you have given me. I love you and I love my school, Kim Tan Junior High. Like all my friends, I will never forget this place—the place that will give wings to our dreams.

From the moment I opened my eyes to the world, I have felt the priceless and sacred love of my parents. Over the years, their love nurtured me, shaping who I am. At that time, I believed that only my parents could offer the purest, most beautiful love. But no, as I grew and began to integrate into society, especially when I first entered the world of education, I realized that the people who would walk beside me throughout my life were not just my parents, but also my teachers.

Indeed, teachers have guided me from my earliest years in education. They have inspired my dreams, instilled in me aspirations for the future, and given me the belief that I can achieve success, dignity, and fulfillment. Perhaps the good principles and virtues that reside in the hearts of individuals are first nurtured by the hands of teachers. They dedicate a portion of their lives to cultivating their students, ensuring we take each step toward a path filled with challenges ahead. As someone once said: 'The teaching profession is like being a boatman, you must steer the boat to the other shore.' This is absolutely true. To fulfill their noble mission, a 'boatman' must ensure the boat remains steady. But who knows how much struggle they endure along the way? Indeed, 'boatmen' must summon all their strength to endure through 'stormy weather' and 'strong winds.'

After guiding their students across, the 'boatman' returns to continue their mission, tirelessly. And thus, teachers devote their entire lives to teaching their beloved students, not counting hardships or fatigue. Even when they stay up late preparing lessons or repeat the same lessons thousands of times, they never feel weary because in their hearts, they have one desire – to shape today’s youth into capable, responsible individuals.

Teachers not only sacrifice their time and energy but also give their boundless love and protection to the young children who are still unfamiliar with the vast world. These children, lost and unsure, are guided and loved by their teachers. Teachers have instilled in me the strength and confidence to reach for my dreams, to embrace my aspirations, and to turn them into reality. Their dedication shines through in the way they make lessons engaging and impactful, allowing the knowledge to deeply resonate with each student. If teachers didn’t have such love for their students, would they really be so selfless in their sacrifices? Yes, the daily work of teachers stems from a love akin to the love a parent has for their own child. That love burns brightly in the heart of every teacher, ready to nurture the young souls taking their first steps in life.

The wheel of time keeps turning, and we gradually mature with each lesson, each class conducted by our teachers. I fondly remember the elegant áo dài worn by my teacher, the dignified yet friendly manner of my professor. I remember all the life lessons, the knowledge that I’ve memorized over the years. A year passes, and we must say goodbye to our teachers to move on to a new class and learn new lessons. Our hearts grow heavy as we look back at the beloved faces of our teachers, who once guided us with such care. Every year, as the Vietnamese Teacher’s Day, November 20th, approaches, students across the country celebrate the invaluable contributions of their teachers. The hard work and sacrifices of those in the teaching profession are repaid with bouquets of flowers and heartfelt wishes from the very students they once nurtured. Their faces light up with joy, not because of the rewards but because they are reunited with the children they have cherished as a part of their lives.

Life may change in many ways, but the affection and devotion that teachers hold for their students will never fade. That love is sacred and noble. It has warmed the hearts of countless students throughout their educational journey. If one day I am no longer a child, if I leave the embrace of my family and school to venture into the world, I will never forget! I will never forget the deep gratitude and immense love my teachers have given me – the students they regarded as their own, like a part of their own lives.

In every person's life, besides the parents who gave us birth, teachers play an essential role. Especially for students like us who are still in school, teachers become our second parents.

Teachers - two sacred words that only students who truly deserve to use. They are the ones who guide us on our own life path, the ones who help us spread our wings to chase our dreams. People often say that teachers are like boatmen for students. When a school year ends, it's like the boat has docked at the shore. In that journey, many experiences have been shared. Teachers taught us that life is full of challenges and hardships, but also filled with joys and surprises. Thanks to their guidance, we have overcome all obstacles and reached the shore of knowledge, full of joy - not only ours, but also theirs. What teachers do for us is as sacred and noble as what our parents do for us.

Everyone must have gone through their school days. It is the most beautiful time, the age of dreams, where ideas come and go, and of rebelliousness. It is teachers who change our lives, shaping us bit by bit on the journey of learning. From the moment we were babbling, we were brought to kindergarten to begin our education. There, teachers taught us manners, how to behave properly. As we moved up the educational ladder, teachers were always there, watching over us. From good grades to great ideas, and even small mistakes, teachers noticed everything. Teachers are the silent figures who lead us to the peak of knowledge, giving us a bright future.

We are always proud to be students of Hanoi - Amsterdam, proud not only because we study in a great environment, but also because we are taught by dedicated, talented teachers. Here, teachers are not only educators but also parents. They are always ready to listen to our questions and concerns. They bring joy and laughter into our lessons when we feel stressed. They patiently listen and understand us. Teachers smile and nod when we greet them respectfully. Perhaps teachers never allow themselves to cry when students misbehave, keeping a strong resolve to teach us. We cherish everything, from the smallest gestures to the greatest deeds, because they represent the boundless love teachers have for us.

In life, there are many deeply sacred and meaningful relationships: the love of a mother, a father, siblings, and even the bond between teacher and student. Each relationship holds its own significance. Teachers have taught us what it truly means to have a teacher-student relationship. We will forever be grateful to them. We will strive to present our teachers with the most meaningful flowers of gratitude on November 20th. We know that our gesture can never match the love they have given us. But we will do our best to make them proud of us, so they can smile in satisfaction. Teachers, you will always be the ones guiding us through life. We will study hard to honor you. Please, believe in us!

In every person’s life, while parents are the ones who give us life and nurture us from childhood to adulthood, teachers also play an indispensable role. They are the ones who teach us how to read and write, how to understand right from wrong, and how to treat others with respect. For students like us, still attending school, teachers are like second parents, guiding us just as lovingly. Vietnamese proverbs and folk songs often speak of teachers: "Respect your teacher to become one" or "To be successful, build bridges; to excel, cherish your teachers".

Indeed, without our teachers, we wouldn’t have learned to read. They’ve been our guides on the path of education. From not knowing anything, we’ve gradually learned how to read, write, do math, and explore the boundless knowledge of humanity. Teachers have given us the key to open the door to the world of knowledge. They have helped us build dreams and lead us toward a bright future. People often say that teachers are like boatmen who carry students across the river. Each year, when the school year ends, teachers have safely carried their students across another journey. Over the years, teachers have guided countless generations, their efforts leaving a lasting impact. The gratitude we owe our teachers is immeasurable. Everyone has had a time when they were students, a beautiful time full of innocence, dreams, and even mischievousness. It is our teachers who help shape our characters, teaching us what’s right and wrong, guiding us to become responsible citizens with both wisdom and virtue to serve our society and country.

Today, I am fortunate to study in a school with many dedicated teachers who care deeply about their students. They are saddened when we make mistakes, but they are also filled with joy when we make progress and excel academically and morally. I admire all the teachers who have taught me, especially my homeroom teacher, who has been a guiding light, sharing both joy and sorrow with us throughout our time together.

Even after graduation, I will always remember my school, my teachers, and the fond memories of my second parents with immense gratitude. The words 'teachers' may seem ordinary, but they are sacred. We will forever remember our teachers, the architects of our souls. With the upcoming Teacher’s Day on November 20th, we will strive to study hard and present our teachers with beautiful grades as a token of our appreciation. We will work diligently so as not to disappoint the teachers who have nurtured us for so long.

Teachers are like our second parents

Respect and care make a good student

Some have compared teachers to boatmen, tirelessly steering the boat of knowledge, while we, the students, are the travelers crossing the river. Year after year, new students embark on the journey, and though the boatmen remain, their mission endures.

Under the cherished school roof, amidst the joyous and sorrowful memories, the innocent quarrels of youth, teachers are like loving mothers, always guiding us, teaching us to care for one another. These lessons help us grow and learn to love and support each other. There’s a saying:

Who gives wings to my dreams

It’s my teachers, who work day and night

Who shapes us into who we are

It’s my teachers, whom I’ll remember forever.

Indeed, teachers are the unsung heroes, tirelessly working day and night, gathering knowledge and nurturing future generations to bloom and bear fruit. Teachers have helped us soar to greater heights, to reach the far-off horizons of our dreams and ambitions. How can we ever repay them for their immense contributions? The more time passes, the more we understand the depth of their teachings. With their love for their profession and their students, teachers work tirelessly to nurture the future. As we grow and move forward, we will always carry with us the invaluable lessons they taught us. These were the first lessons that helped us step confidently into life!

Thầy cô kính mến! Nếu cha mẹ sinh ra chúng em hình hài và thể xác, thì thầy cô là những người bồi dưỡng và phát triển tâm hồn, trí tuệ trong hình hài thể xác đó. Thầy cô đã dạy cho chúng em nhân cách làm người cao đẹp, bên cạnh đó còn có những kiến thức bổ ích để em vững bước vào đời. Cứ mối lần, mỗi lần nghĩ đến công lao của thầy cô thì lòng em lại dâng trào cảm xúc. Chúng em có được ngày hôm nay là nhờ công dạy dỗ của thầy cô, công lao ấy không tài nào diễn tả bằng những lời nói, bài viết. Thầy cô là ánh lửa thắp sáng cho chúng em những ước mơ, ý chí và nghị lực…

Thời gian có thể trôi, vạn vật có thể thay đổi, nhưng những công lao của thầy cô thì vẫn mãi trong lòng chúng em, những lời dạy ấy mãi mãi không phai mờ. Tháng 11 lại về, tháng của những yêu thương và đong đầy cảm xúc nhất của lũ học trò chúng em, xin gởi đến thầy cô những lời chúc, lời tri ân sâu sắc nhất.

Cơm cha, áo mẹ, chữ thầy
Dạy nuôi từ bé những ngày lớn khôn
Lớn khôn con chẳng quên ơn
Đền ơn đáp nghĩa ghi ơn cô thầy
Một đời thầy chỉ thương lo
Khai tâm mở trí dạy cho nên người
Người thầy như đuốc sáng ngời
Con nguyện ghi khắc, trọn đời không quên.