Many years ago, I was a shy boy and lived a very peaceful life. I liked school but I felt bored.
And then I started the fourth grade. My teacher, Mrs. Chen, was a young woman who was good at writing, art and music. Her class was very interesting. With her help, I started Fun Club with some boys in my class and achieved great success. I also wrote a book called Through the Forest. And lots of my classmates liked it. I can always feel the joy in her eyes when she looked at me and it made me more confident (自信的) .
However, I was surprised when fifty years later I got a letter about a reunion (聚会) . A few days later. we had the reunion at Mrs. Chens home. Reconnecting with Mrs. Chen was a journey back in time. Fifty years have passed, but my teacher still remembers every student. She even doesn't forget the class bully (恶棍) —a boy used to hit me with snow balls on my way to school. Lots of teachers thought bullying was nothing serious at that time, but Mrs. Chen didn't agree. She put a stop to it at once when she found out about it, But on that special day, she didn't look down upon him because she knew that everyone deserves (应得) a second chance.
Now, in my mid—fifties, I appreciate the gifts Mrs. Chen has given me even more. I can still learn from her. It's never too late to say thanks to this fantastic teacher. I hope you are lucky enough to have one teacher like Mrs. Chen.
