The person who led me to the English world has gone away three years ago. She died of uremia. It's unpredicabe that she would leave me without any preparation. She was my dear English teacher in Middle School. What i feel regret is that i didn't see her for the last chance she lived in the world. It's the greatest pity and pain in my heart, because my major and my career direction originated from her guidance and help.

    It was the first class in the first semester in mddle school. At that time, everything was new and mysterious to me. A lot of my classmates or my friends in the neibourhood went to the trainee class for English before the semester. But i choose piano as i like. English was quite strange to me. However, with great intersts i met my English teacher and begin my jouney on the road of English. It was also from the first English class and the the first time to stay with my teacher that i decided to go further on the major. It was amazing.

   From then on, I start to set the goal to be with English forever. And my English teacher, a very nice and  mother-like teacher, tried her best to help me on any problems. When the bell rang, the first person to rush to the teacher must be me.

Besides the help, my teacher cares about our life. She would come to the class to solve our problem even though she was badly ill. If she was too uncomfortable to come to the classroom, she'll call the English course representative and ask about the problems we had. Even the worst classmate deeply love our teacher.

    The last time i saw my teacher was in grade 2 in high school. She was respected and loved among students as before. Since she was busy, we just had a very short talk. She gave me great encouragements and supported me to go further in English study. Now, though i was not so talented in the English area, i kept going without hesitation. This was the most important.

     I heard that my teacher was asking about her students even she was in the last moment. Her funeral was on a weekday and her students were in class. But they tried to persuade the teacher to see my teacher for the last time. The bus slowly went through the school and all her students cried out. It's a great regret. So here i wrote this short article to express my feeling.

    I hope she would see it and feel satisfied.