Bài 2: 
Through the classroom window, I often look very carefully where the phoenix branch reaches the farthest with two flamboyant flower buds playing in the sunshine. They are like me and Lan. We have been close for about three years but when we first met each other under the phoenix tree, I could not forget it.

    On that autumn morning that day, I walked into a new school. After school, I rushed to the yard and waited for my mother to pick me up to show off many interesting things to learn in the first lesson. Suddenly I saw Vi-girl in the same kindergarten, ran ahead. He usually wears a pretty pink hat, but today he has a new hairstyle on both sides. I'm no stranger to the small, familiar shape of your friend. She gently ran behind, to give it a "super" surprise. Then quickly put his foot, preparing to kick Vi in the butt. Any doubt a rock looms there, so the secret way as expected has not been released, I have "fallen" on the ground. "Thud" - "Alas, it hurts!".

    Hearing the sound behind her, she turned and saw me lying flat. Limbs scratched skin, bleeding. I'm embarrassed to dare to look up. You quickly come up, sit beside me and help me up. Clear voice:
Are you OK?

    At that time, I looked up at my friend with a teary eyes. That was when I realized I was wrong, it was not Vi but a strange little friend. Seeing you blankly, you smile really fresh. I leaned on my friend to stand up, brushing off clothes that felt so embarrassing. She shook her head slightly, answered quietly:

I'm okay Ugh ... Thank you.

Nothing.

    Then you say goodbye to you, your feet quickly running to the school gate. Suddenly I feel affection for my little girl but I forgot to stir before I could ask your name.


 
    The next morning at class, the school made some changes to the students in the classes. When the teacher introduced a new classmate to my class, I was startled. It turned out that her pretty little pink hat. Seeing me sitting alone at the end of the class, I let my friend sit at the same table with me. Looking at you, you are equally surprised, but still smiling brightly like yesterday.

Hello!

Uh hello.

    Later on, I knew that my friend's name was Lan - a beautiful name. The more we talked, the more we felt intimate, Lan's clear, carefree voice impressed me forever. One time, the two of us, talking so lively, was reminded by our teacher because we talked freely during class time. When I recalled the misunderstanding story from the previous day, I hesitated a bit and confessed at that time that I had "plotted to attack" a close friend but I did not realize that I was foolishly like that. Listening attentively to her words, Lan whispered "oh" to her and then patted her shoulder, saying, "You are good!"
 

Bài 3:
During my school years, I have many happy and happy memories under my beloved school. But the memory that I will never forget is the memories from grade 1, when I practiced writing and the teacher took my hand and wrote each stroke of heart.

At age 6, I enter first grade with all my eagerness. She learns to read very fast, only listens to the teacher once, she can read along the wall. But writing with me is an arduous journey. I am left-handed, and since childhood, my mother taught me to hold a pen with my right hand. But whenever no one looks, you change hands. My first teacher is Ngoc. True to the name, she is beautiful and radiant, affectionate, gentle. She knew she was left-handed, so she often went to the table to watch me write. At the beginning of the second semester, we practice writing small letters and writing longer spelling articles. My letters are doodles. During the spelling time that day, she copied round notes on the board, which we copied into our notebooks. Seeing that she didn't notice, I changed my hand to write.

At the end of the lesson, Ms. Ngoc returned the spelling notebook to us. She began to comment. Suddenly, she mentioned to her: "Friend Gia Bao has written progress today. However, I think you are forgetting one thing." I looked down in panic. In her slender long dress, she walked down to my desk and continued: "Remember the class when you told me to write, how do we handle pens?" My class repeated what she said. She said, "Still, Gia Bao's friend still forgot. She criticized Gia Bao in today's class." Then she looked straight at me and said: "I hope Gia Bao will remember what she said." Some of you laugh disparagingly. Upon hearing that, my face was hot, tears in my eyes and my hands were wrinkling the pages I wrote. "I see today your letters are circular, all at the right distance. I write much more beautiful than my friends." - She said softly. The class silent. She was praised by her, so she relieved the anger of a vain son.

Since then, I persevered in writing with my right hand. In grade 2, I wrote extremely clean lines. Even now, I can no longer study you, but the interesting lessons or the kind words of your kindness are still in my mind.

Bài 4:
In everyone's life, everyone has unforgettable memories in life. For me too, nearly four years of stealing books to school I also have many happy and sad memories. And the most memorable memory for me is probably the one about the homeroom teacher when I was in third grade.

My family is not very well-off, the family is crowded. My parents are not officials and employees but just work all year round and work as hired laborers so my life is hard and enough to eat and be lucky. I'm the oldest in the family, after I have three younger brothers. When I was in the third grade, it was also the most difficult time, my father had an incurable disease, his family sold property, borrowed everywhere to run medical treatment, and he decided to quit school because of the due date. money for school that my family doesn't have.
 

Bài 5:
"Remember guys fruit trees
There are fame and hope to miss you when you were old "

That is the verse talking about the career, which is always loved and respected. I really love my teachers, but the one who left me the most impression was Ms. Kim Anh - our homeroom teacher.

She has very long, silky hair, is black and always smelling fragrance. Her eyes were large, black, extremely resilient, but equally gentle. When we achieve high academic results, she always looks at us with affectionate eyes. And whenever we make a mistake, her defiant eyes are filled with sadness. Her hands were elongated, always writing emotional circuits to convey the lesson to us. She also helps us remember the lesson longer with her voice. Her voice was so inspiring, sometimes gentle, warm, sometimes witty, playful that we always focused on the lesson, forgetting time. Her personality is gentle and upright, she is always serious about her work. Everyday, she likes to play with us very much but when she gets to class, she is also very strict. To her teaching is not only a profession, but also a passion. She always prepared very carefully for her lectures, sometimes she even used short clips of lessons, helping us to absorb lessons as quickly as possible. Although she was a teacher but she still studied, that was her hobby. She always stayed up until three or four in the morning before going to bed because after preparing lesson plans, she continued to study. "Learning like a boat upstream, everyone!" Her words penetrated our hearts.

I remember most when she went to tour with our class. At that time, her expression as well as her eyes showed anxiety and restlessness. After that, we broke up, so that day, she had a philosophy exam but she took the exam to go with our class because she was afraid that there was something wrong with us, she would be grateful. hate life.

Another memorable memory is when I went to summer school. At that time, I was quite scared because I had taken two weeks off. I entered the classroom in a nervous mood. She knew that I had dropped out of school, she then taught me places I did not know, did not understand, then asked my friend to lend me notebooks to make up lessons. At that time, I felt relieved and secretly thanked her and her friends.

Truly, the teaching profession is so noble, like the saying: "Teaching career is a boatman of knowledge across the river". It is also a career that I wish I would later grow up. On the occasion of Vietnamese Teachers' Day 20-11, I would like to send my greetings to her: "I wish you always healthy! I love you very much!"