At that moment, I burst into tears.

Everyone has tears in their faces, and clearly tells them that they can't cry, but the tears are still falling like a broken bead.

I remember that when I arrived in the second class of the eighth grade, I saw that the class teacher thought that he was very strict. In fact, he was indeed very strict. His style of doing things has always been vigorous and vigorous, but fate seems to be such a tricky person, and he is the class teacher and us. This group of lazy students was assigned to a class. We often make him angry. Every time he gets angry, he will come to apologize to us. We didn’t understand that he even said bad things behind him, but what he thought was the best for us. . When the exam was coming to the local school, the school arranged for early reading. Every time he came to the earliest class teacher, accompanying us to watch who is not good, he will criticize him in the past. He often said to us: "You have to study hard with your classmates. Now you have a good exam in high school. You think about what you can do without a high school exam. Why don't you listen." He always persuaded us to do well. Studying, but at the time we were very rebellious and did not listen to him.

The eighth grade passed by, and when I left the 82nd class, I felt very uncomfortable, but we didn't cry because the class teacher said that we are just small points and not big points. We can still meet in a school. On September 1st, when we went, we didn't have the chance to go back to the classroom of August 2, and even the old class didn't see it. Later, I realized that he went to teach the eighth grade, and he saw him at noon on the first day. At that time, I said a few words to him, and I felt so uncomfortable. Every time I saw him, I felt very happy. I felt that he was really good to us when I was in the eighth grade, but we didn’t know how to cherish it. Later, one day, I read a classmate who told me that the eighth grade old class went to another school. I thought he lied to me. He told me that it was true. Then I burst into tears and turned back. I saw the classroom in the second grade of the eighth grade, and my heart hurts.

Later, at noon, I found the same table in the eighth grade. I told him that the old class had gone. He said that he had already known it. Then we hugged together and remembered that the old class was good to us. We cried. It was full of tears, and then we went to the classroom of the second grade of the eighth grade, and saw the photos we took together, and it was very uncomfortable. After I went home at night, I took out our photo at the base and saw the old class happy with the look. The tears fell unconsciously, remembering our previous memories, and my heart was terrible. Unexpectedly, unconsciously, I have had such deep feelings for the old class, but it is already late.

Teacher, in fact, I have long wanted to say to you: Your teachings to me, I will never forget this life. In the eighth grade, you taught me a lot. Unconsciously, the feelings are already so deep, but we are very disappointing, often complained by other teachers, and often make you angry. Teacher, sorry, sorry. Teacher, I miss you very much, but when you come back one year later, we are no longer in this school. You can't see us in high school. Every time you think about it, your heart will be very uncomfortable, but I will not forget you. Never, though, you still don't know what I am grateful to you, but one day you will know. Teacher, thank you!

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