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Until now, the image of teacher Huyen still remains in my memory. Ms. Huyen - the first aunt taught her first year in Primary School, first grade.

Huyen has a slender figure, neither fat nor thin, steady and balanced. I don't know exactly how old she is, but I know she is very young, much younger than my mother. Every day she goes to class, she often wears light-colored long dresses, sometimes blue or banana, sometimes pink or purple, sometimes as white as sea salt, very suitable for shape and degree. her green youth.

Her hair was jet-black and shiny, like the color of coal, and she was as soft and smooth as strands of silk that always hung over her shoulders. The oval face was blessed with a pair of clear blue eyes with thick, lashes that looked like she was wearing fake eyelashes. The nose is not high but it suits the face very well. Every time she smiles, she looks fresh and prettier than the actors and models. The cloud-white teeth are adorned with a crooked tooth on the left side of the mouth, making the already-fresh smile more fresh and more attractive.

Every time she talks or lectures in class, how sweet her voice sounds! Sometimes it's soothing and soothing like the cool breeze, sometimes it's deep and melodious like the nightingale, making us feel like we are lost in the world of the chorus. The first few lessons were so hard. She held each friend's hand and molded each word, each line, practicing for each child to pronounce and spell each word. During recess, she straightened out the lines, writing a pattern in the book for each child so that we could write the correct letters, right in the right line.

Now, although I have been in the fifth grade, my heart always respects and appreciates Huyen. I promise with my heart to try to study well to avoid her teaching assistant.

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