Today is the teacher's day, i think about my chinese teacher MR. Huang. He has left us. When i miss him, i can't help crying. So i write this to mourn for him.
I called him at the same day last year, his wife got it, but she told me that Mr. Huang was going to heaven, when I heard, the tears droped from my face. Since I've graduated from my high school which named Wende middle school, I always called him when we met the festivals or other big days, I've been to his home to call on, but he wasn't at home. What a pity!
I thought about the past times. Mr. Huang was my Chinese teacher. His personality was very optimistic and care about me very much. When I was in his class, I must be carefully, so my Chinese is excellent. Mr. Huang was used to call me" liangliang", i felt the name is very amiable, I like people call me that name. So he is my favorite teacher.
It's about 8 years. I haven't seen him for 8 years. Mr. Huang, do you know I miss you very much? But I can't see you anymore, and can't talk to you, and never see your smile. I always remember your smile, like the sunshine, let me feel very warm. but, I never, never touch you....
Mr. Huang, I will never forget you, I wish you can live better in another world, I am your students for ever!
Mourn for my teacher Mr. Huang deeply!