The figure of teacher Chen leaving

Still clearly visible

Miss Chen

Slowly brew

That slightly sad song.

Ear echo

Teacher Chen's handwriting

Deep down in our hearts

The moment we broke up.

Make students attached.

Turn into tears

Homesickness is getting stronger and stronger in the night.

Teacher Chen, you are a fairy tale in my heart forever.

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In the fourth grade, a new English teacher named Chen came to the class. She is thin, wearing a pair of glasses and jeans. That slender figure, like a gust of wind, can blow the teacher to the sky. Perhaps her monotonous dress reminds us of this teacher; Maybe her ordinary letter reminds me of her old days in class.

The whole class was surprised when the teacher came into the classroom. Teacher Chen smiled and asked, "Why? Unlike a teacher? " The whole class burst into laughter. From then on, I like this young intern teacher, her class style and her sense of responsibility. The way she attends class is so special that it is beyond words. Other teachers usually walk back and forth in the classroom with a straight face and boards. Miss Chen knows what we need. She always racked her brains to design English games for us in class. Under the guidance of Mr. Chen, the originally boring English has also become interesting.

However, happy times are always short-lived. Soon, Mr Chen left us. Hearing the news, the students are unwilling to believe it. There seems to be a cloud in the classroom.

On the third day, Mr. Chen really had to leave. The monitor invited the teacher to the classroom with tears in his eyes and said goodbye to his classmates for the last time.

The tears of the students can't stop flowing down. Under the leadership of the monitor, the whole class sang: "Ah-ah-ah, whenever I think of you, dear good teacher ..." Originally, we wanted to say goodbye to Mr. Chen with a smile, but the tears refused to listen, but they still fell like broken beads. Teacher Chen's eyes suddenly became uncharacteristically moist, and her voice choked us, but every word she said was interrupted by our falling crying. However, crying can't stop Mr. Chen from leaving. In desperation, Mr. Chen left with tears.

When my heart was still aching, we saw Mr. Chen's QQ log: "After class, the children all know that I am leaving. A large group of people are standing at the door of the office. Why don't they leave?" Later, my classmates in Class One called me to their class and sang a teacher's song for me. After playing all morning, some crystal tears hung on their dirty little faces. Then I said a few words and their tears came out again. More and more children seem to be greatly wronged and unwilling to stop. Looking at them, my numb heart suddenly woke up. Those tears are for me. I have never felt so important and helpless that I can never do anything for them to repay their hearts. Their hearts are really the cleanest, so God loves them. More important than moving. I will pray before the Lord for the children I have taught all my life, just for their happiness.

After the second class, they accepted the fact that I was leaving and asked me to sign an English book. This is very interesting: some people took English books, some math books and Chinese books, some people even exaggerated, some people took a pinyin book, some people didn't know what to say, and even took a piece of paper with a pinyin book written on it! How cute! A little blush, like a cock's red crown. Their feelings are beyond my expectation and much richer than mine. I love you! "

Teacher, you are really our good teacher, and we love you forever!