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The Everlasting Flower in My Heart |
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Deep in my heart, there blooms a flower, silently and perpetually. This flower
holds six years of memories that I cannot forget.
Do you remember, my classmates? That summer, after class, I had a nosebleed. You
took me to wash up and told me where to wash and where not to. You even helped
me clean up.
Do you also remember when I had chickenpox and missed school for a long time? I
called you to bring me my homework, but your parents strongly objected. Despite
the risk of infection, you came to my house, taught me the lessons our teacher
had taught that day, and patiently helped me with the problems until I
understood them. We spent so much time together, full of happiness. Now,
although we are separated, I still cannot let you go. I wonder how you are
doing, if you are adapting well to junior high school, if you have found new
friends. I really hope to see you again.
Teacher, you worked tirelessly for us for five years. Are your current students
even more mischievous than we were? If we could attend one more of your classes,
we would definitely not misbehave, not speak out of turn, and not make you
angry...but it's too late, everything is impossible to repeat. All I can do is
regret, regret why I didn't pay attention in class, why I talked too much. I can
only feel sad, regret this opportunity has passed. Teacher, today I want to tell
you, "If we could start over, I would study hard and not disappoint your
expectations!" Our past class gave me too much nostalgia, too much reluctance,
and more importantly, precious friendships and beautiful memories.
These beautiful memories are like everlasting flowers, like shining gems, always
shining brightly in my heart and lighting up my path in life. |
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