After three years I had the opportu

After three years I had the opportunity to return to the old school. Things have not changed much, still the tree-lined courtyard, and the bench is still there, taciturn and patience. Her voice steady classroom lecture and innocent eyes of kids game reminds me of school days memories. Point drumming school, recess to.

I left her silhouette from the class, still figure the old days when sowing the seeds for our letters. She was devoted to class, still steer the boat dream of our little boy to the shore of happiness. Her voice was gentle analysis for our students the memorable historical events, the victories of our troops around the battlefield. Now and then she stopped and looked at the students lectures are pondering eyes. She herself could not recognize the generations of students that still remember the thanks of her own someday.

She was about my school since the school only simple thatched roofs. Rainy days and sunny days she still pedal car Unified faded to class. Once the storm is very large rainy days but she still tried to pedal more than a dozen kilometers to school for fear they must wait. There is water on the wheel when she was the next step, to the priest class, both games are wet.

Classrooms can not attend dilapidated. The rain and wind so when she remembered about Binh Luc countryside, where people still "riding buffalo district meeting," she finds mercy. She used to tell them I heard a lot about the country and her family. The region of low-lying, flood the year round with extraordinary energy.

Now that everything has been renewed, she was every day to class. As a teacher of history should take her very seriously. She always taught us to strive to know yourself. She often said, history is the root of a nation, as they understand the use and understanding of his precious tradition of my father, said that study, said that promoting the precious traditions. According to previous teachings, each generation of students we are trying to be a good student in her eyes.

Already 27 years have passed with generations of students to and from school, but her daily silhouette class is still the same. The first game started her grizzly has also never forget the teachings, the knowledge that she was conveying. She always teaches how to understand and remember about an event the longest history. "Only when they understand the reasons why and explain the facts, the ties that he or she can do well a history".

I recall her memories of when I was in high school . As a student specializing in office I enjoyed the social subjects, especially to learn the history of knowledge. When I was in junior high school I was listening to her with information about teaching methods or, as a good teacher at school. And when she enrolled me really convinced by teaching how considerate and thoughtful.

In these lectures, she highlighted the most critical events, are crucial to the historical period under study. She often told us: "want to learn, you need to know the history of the system of knowledge, summed up the problem back then deploy small truth out. So just remember it does not lose attention. " On the advice of her, each of us remember very well the historical issues and did not miss at all to do the test.

Do not just give us the history lesson that she taught to dealing with people in life. She knows how each of us is real life, it is not pink nor red carpet that every heart we remain forever immature ideas. She still for, life as a struggle so myself. If they will not give in never falling, but they just happen profile could trade his life. I vaguely understand what she said, but until now it was always valuable lesson under my life.

Each passing year she welcomed a new generation of students to look for something new in the history book. But when she went off his student generation away. 40 years so, after 27 years that "steering" of the firm she paddles. She no longer rode to school like the old days again, when she no longer lecture classes rains flooded, but her voice remained clear lectures and tenderness. It has daily guided generations of students as we seek to reach new horizons.

She equips each of us a full inventory of knowledge and her capital to our lives are no longer strangers and crestfallen Walking into life. Her colleagues still think she dedicated to this game. She smiled slightly and said: "It has now gone under the lack of students such as missing limbs. No problem bear ".

Perhaps because she lectures that history has instilled in me. Every time I approach an event not forget to look carefully about its causes. Understand profession to profession as she commanded us. Will forever remember about her memories, memories of the students and the valuable lessons she has given to each of us. We will always cherish it as the most precious gift of life.

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After three years I had the opportunity to return to the old school. Things have not changed much, still at the tree-lined courtyard, and the bench is still there, taciturn and patience. Her voice steady classroom lecture and innocent eyes of kids room reminds me of school days memories. Point drumming school, recess to. I left her silhouette from the class, still figure the old days when sowing the seeds for our letters. She was devoted to class, still steer the boat dream of our little boy to the shore of happiness. Her voice was gentle analysis for our students at the memorable historical events, the victories of our troops around the battlefield. Now and then she stopped and looked at the students lectures are pondering eyes. She herself could not recognize the generations of students that still remember the thanks of her own someday. She was about my school since the school only simple thatched roofs. Rainy days and sunny days she still pedal car Unified faded to class. Once the storm is very large rainy days but she still tried to pedal at more than a dozen kilometers to school for fear they must wait. There is water on the wheel when she was the next step, to the priest class, both games are wet. Classrooms can not attend dilapidated. The rain and wind than when she remembered about Binh Luc countryside, where people still "riding the buffalo district meeting," she finds mercy. She used to tell them I heard a lot about the country and her family. The region of low-lying, flood the year round with extraordinary energy. Now that everything has been renewed, she was every day to class. As a teacher of history should take her very seriously. She always taught us to strive to know yourself. She often said, history is the root of a nation, as they understand the use and understanding of his precious tradition of my father, said that study, said that promoting the precious traditions. According to previous teachings, each generation of students we are trying to be a good student in her eyes. Already 27 years have passed with generations of students to and from school, but her daily silhouette class is still the same. The first game started her grizzly has also never forget the teachings, the knowledge that she was conveying. She always teaches how to understand and remember about an event the longest history. "Only when they understand the reasons why and explain the facts, the ties that he or she can do well a history". I recall her memories of when I was in high school . As a student specializing in office I enjoyed the social subjects, especially to learn the history of knowledge. When I was in junior high school I was listening to her with information about teaching methods or, as a good teacher at school. And when she enrolled me really convinced by teaching how considerate and thoughtful. In these lectures, she highlighted the most critical events, are crucial to the historical period under study. She often told us: "want to learn, you need to know the history of the system of knowledge, summed up the problem back then deploy small truth out. So just remember it does not lose attention. " On the advice of her, each of us remember very well the historical issues and did not miss at all to do the test. Do not just give us the history lesson that she taught to dealing with people in life. She knows how each of us is real life, it is not pink nor red carpet that every heart we remain forever immature ideas. She still for, life as a struggle so myself. If they will not give in never falling, but they just happen profile could trade his life. I vaguely understand what she said, but until now it was always valuable lesson under my life. Each passing year she welcomed a new generation of students to look for something new in the history book. But when she went off his student generation away. 40 years so, after 27 years that "steering" of the firm she paddles. She no longer rode to school like the old days again, when she no longer lecture classes rains flooded, but her voice remained clear lectures and tenderness. It has daily guided generations of students as we seek to reach new horizons. She equips each of us a full inventory of knowledge and her capital to our lives are no longer strangers and crestfallen Walking into life. Her colleagues still think she dedicated to this game. She smiled slightly and said: "It has now gone under the lack of students such as missing limbs. No problem bear ". Perhaps because she lectures that history has instilled in me. Every time I approach an event not forget to look carefully about its causes. Understand profession to profession as she commanded us. Will forever remember about her memories, memories of the students and the valuable lessons she has given to each of us. We will always cherish it as the most precious gift of life.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

After three years I Had the opportunity to return to the old school. Things have not changed much, still the tree-lined courtyard, and the bench is still there, taciturn and patience. Her steady voice classroom lecture and innocent eyes of kids game reminds me of school days memories. Point drumming school, recess to.

I left the her silhouette from the class, still figure the old days Sowing the seeds for our khi letters. She was devoted to class, still dream of our steer the boat to the shore of little boy happiness. Her voice was gentle for our analysis the memorable historical events Students, the victories of our Troops around the battlefield. Now and Then She stopped and Looked at the Students Lectures are pondering eyes. She herself could not Recognize the generations still remember of Students That the thanks of the her own someday.

She was about my school since the school only thatched roofs simple. Rainy days and sunny days SHE STILL Unified Faded car pedal to class. Once the storm is very large SHE rainy days but still tried to pedal more than a dozen kilometers to school for fear phải wait. There is water on the wheel the next step khi She Was, to the priest class, Both games are wet.

Classrooms can not attend dilapidated. The rain and wind over about Binh Luc khi SHE Remembered countryside, where People still "riding buffalo district meeting," She finds mercy. She used to tell a lot about Heard I add the country and the her family. The region of low-lying, flood with extraordinary energy round the year.

Now that everything bị renewed, She Was every day to class. As a teacher of history shouldnt take very seriously the her. She Taught Us to STRIVE always to know yourself. She often Do said, history is the root of a nation, as chúng the use and understanding of hiểu HIS precious tradition of my father, said có study, said the precious có promoting the traditions. Teachings previous theo, each generation of Students We Are trying to be a good student in the her eyes.

Already 27 years have passed with generations of Students to and from school, but the her daily class is still the same silhouette. The first game has replied to her Do grizzly am also never forget the Teachings, the knowledge That She was conveying. She teaches how to always remember about an event hiểu and the longest history. "Only khi chúng hiểu the Reasons Why and explain the facts, the ties có he or SHE can do well a history".

I recall the her memories of khi I was in high school. As a student specializing in office I enjoyed the social subjects, to learn the history of Especially knowledge. When I was in junior high school I was listening to the her with information about teaching methods or, as a good teacher at school. And really convinced me khi SHE enrolled by teaching how considerate and thoughtful.

In These Lectures, She highlighted the most critical events, are crucial to the historical period under study. She often Do Told us: "muốn learn, you need to know the history of the system of knowledge, summed up the problem back then deploy small truth out. So just remember it does not lose attention." On the advice of the her, each of us remember very well the historical issues and did not miss at all due to the test.

Do not just give us the history lesson to dealing with That She Taught People in life. She knows how each of us is real life, it is not pink nor red carpet every heart chúng có Remain forever immature ideas. She still for, life as a struggle waged against myself. If chúng Will not give in never falling, but just happen profile chúng could trade his life. I vaguely hiểu what SHE said, but it was always an until now Valuable lesson under my life.

Each passing year welcomed a new generation of SHE to look for something new Students in the history book. Went off his frist SHE student khi generation away. 40 years in comparison, after 27 years có "steering" of the firm SHE paddles. She no longer rode to school like the old days again, SHE no longer lecture classes khi rains flooded, but the her voice remained clear Lectures and tenderness. It has daily Guided generations of Students as chúng seek to Reach New Horizons.

She equips each of us a full inventory of knowledge and the her capital are no longer to our lives Walking Into Life strangers and crestfallen. Her Colleagues still think SHE dedicated to this game. She smiled slightly and said: "It has now gone under the Lack of Students như missing limbs. No problem bear".

Perhaps SHE Lectures vì có history has instilled in me. Every time I approach an event not forget to look carefully about nó Causes. Understand profession to profession as SHE commanded us. Will forever remember about the her memories, memories of the Students and the Valuable lessons to mỗi She has given us. We will always cherish it as the most precious gift of life.