I had several teachers from the first to the sixth grade, but the most unforgettable one was the Chinese teacher who taught me in the third grade: Chen Xiaoyan. In my heart, she is the most beautiful teacher.
A delicate face with two thin eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes, a high bridge of nose, and a eloquent mouth. She is Chen Xiaoyan.
I was in second grade when she first came here, and she was our physical education teacher. When the third grade started, she became my Chinese teacher. I was very happy. When she teaches, she is very humorous. Very popular with us. After class, we rushed to the teacher in a swarm at the speed of "light", chattering and talking, like a nest of small sparrows surrounding a young sparrow asking questions. "Teacher, what is your birthday?", "Teacher, what is your phone number?", "Teacher, what university do you go to? Why don't you go to another school and come to us?" ”The teacher took the trouble to explain it to us one by one.
Years are like light, and time is like water. In a blink of an eye, it’s fourth grade. But the teacher who taught us was not Teacher Chen Xiaoyan. We were all disappointed. We looked for the teacher everywhere in the school, but we couldn't find it. Later, I don’t know who said: "Teacher Chen Xiaoyan has gone to middle school!" We were shocked. This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, making us unbearable; this sentence was like a needle, piercing deeply into our hearts. Since then, we have never seen our teacher Chen Xiaoyan again. But we all remember that time in third grade. We don’t dare to think about it, for fear that it will cause pain in our hearts.
Teacher, when can we see you? We all miss you very much, but we dare not say it, for fear that if we say it, we will think of that time in third grade.
Teacher, how unforgettable you are for us!
Teacher, how are you? I hope to see you among the crowds of people one day... 
