do not let me down

I have a dream and become a famous writer. In the eyes of everyone, this is definitely a reverie of a sixth-grade national student, but she does not think so.

Her surname is Lin, my language teacher, a very loving teacher. Her smile made me unforgettable. She spoke lightly. But getting angry, the tricks will be great.

My composition is not good at all. It's not that I don't want to write, but the thoughts in my head are limited by the requirements of the composition. I think that the novel is more suitable for me. Teacher Lin’s composition is different. She makes us think infinitely. There is an essay class every week. I really like this composition class, so I like her very much.

"Everyone came to listen to this essay." Teacher Lin said in a light voice on the podium. "I have a lot of dreams. I have some hope. It is closely linked to my dreams."

The students listened below, but some of the students had already stunned. "Who wrote this, it was a mess. The topic is my dream, how can she get the hope, who is this, who?"

"Quiet." Teacher Lin said that her voice is already a bit big, I know, she is a little angry. She continued to read, "I have never paid for my dreams, but I still hope. I slowly understand that this is not hope, it is extravagant."

He finally finished reading and his tone calmed down. "This composition is very well written. Why do you say that he is not good. He has materialized his dreams, and you are far from being able to achieve it."

There is always a voice in my mind: I am going back to the composition.

Where did I go with no expression, took the text and walked back to my seat. Teacher Lin strangely asked in the back: "What happened to Xia Mimi, I am praising you." The whole class was silent, and all the classmates were watching me. It seems as if I am waiting for me alone. After a few minutes, I slowed down, stood up, and groaned. "Sorry, teacher."

Teacher Lin sighed and said, "I like you very much."

I like you very much. The first time someone said this to me. I am an orphan, no one likes me. This sentence wants a beam of sunshine and shines into my heart. All the darkness is gone

"There is a good writing." "Well."

From that day on, I was a language member of the class. I like this teacher.

One day, Teacher Lin called me to the office.

"Little summer." She said kindly to me with a light voice. "There is an essay competition in the city. I recommend you to participate."

I bowed and bowed my head, then said, "I can't teach the teacher."

He smiled. "What can't be done, it's you." There is no uncertain tone in the tone. "Don't let me down." He smiled. Her smile filled me with strength.

Three months later, I went to the competition. I took a special prize. When I ran back and said to her, in front of me, it was just a cold tombstone. It turned out that four months ago, she was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer. Live for half a year.

I buried the certificate in front of the tombstone. I didn't make too many stays. I was afraid that I would cry, and I would cry out.

"Don't let me down." I didn't let you down. I love your smile, your blue voice. I like your affirmation of me, your determination of me.

Jilin Baicheng Da'an City Experimental National Small Sixth Class in the sixth grade of Qi Qi: Yan Yunqiu