This section of memory for a long time, we don't want to talk about it, but also touched the feelings of the string, and suddenly remembered, written into the log in, and locked in life are permanent collectionhome organizer online.
When you're seventeen years old, is like a red, red rose, in early puberty.
I was just to your school, your English teacher, you are the first one I remember the names of students, because you sit in the first row of the middle position, especially if you laugh together have two dimples, very beautiful. At that time, your English is not very good, or even fail. One time I asked you to write English words on the blackboard, and you've only written on one, I was very angry, so fine you in front of the blackboard class time, you always low head, did not dare to look at me, I Is it right? Was too hard on youadd hair? But after that, you start to study hard, do not know where to ask me, you can have such a change, I am very pleased. Remember your English is more than 80% exam grade last semester period, I also feel very surprise Travel deals.
The twinkling of an eye three months later, we all have more understanding, you have not had to my at a distance. I once said to the whole class in the classroom, we are the relationship between teachers and students, in life we can become friends and talk. Your home is near the school, every Sunday for you to help me clean my room, but also put my clothes dry folded neatly. I think it is normal for the teacher, the students to do some housework is also reasonable, can be that you have an ulterior motive, you close to me intentionally. Until one day I found in the desk you leave a note for me, writing above: teacher, I have fallen in love with you, can you accept me? This is my first love. Off: lan.
I was stupefied, an seventeen year old girl falling in love with his teacher, I can't even think about, I can accept? Of course not!
I don't want to say love you don't understand the love, I not understand.
Remember when I asked you to office, say to you: I don't want to criticize you, because you're still children, [actually I also only four or five years older than you.]. Maybe you do not know what is love, I also do not want to promise you anything, I just when it was impossible.
So you have never looked back and ran out of the office, see, you are very sad, but in the eyes of the tears.
Since then, I rarely see you that love smiling dimples. But you still as usual to help me to wash clothes, clean the room for me. But every time I see you that contain sorrow eyes, I feel hurt.
Imperceptibly approaching the third graduate certificate of education examination, students are nervous to review their lessons. Suddenly one day after school, you went to my office, the one with several different color wool woven ornaments handed to me, said to me: "teacher, you have worked hard, this is a token of the students, I spent two or three nights, stitch by stitch hand woven, you must take. What can I say? Accept it. This is the gift you gave me I'm still intact preserved, whenever I see it, will think of you.
Then you take a yearbook, call me on your message, I took the book, watching you those expecting eyes, write what? I was struggling, I finally get up the courage to write to let you be wild with joy three words:
Kiss the LAN LAN heart murmur to make love
After graduating from junior high school, you are not admitted to the ideal high school, then you leave school, at home with their parents and start a small business.
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