She was my English teacher when I was in grade 8. I still remember that she has a feminine round face with distinctive facial features, which easily catch the eyes of the passers-by. She is the most delightful and friendly teacher I have ever met. She is an extremely attentive, caring and patient person.
Each person gradually conquers the path of knowledge not only by their own efforts but first of all with the guidance of teachers. Ms Hanh is one of the ferrymen who taught and taught me a lot. Seeing her every day on the podium should have imprinted her image in my mind. She is nearly forty years old this year but still exudes youthful and radiant features. We used to guess that when you were a teenager, you must have been very pretty. My first impression when I met her was the grace, composure shown from actions, gestures, voice. She has a slim, well-proportioned figure. She is not too tall, when wearing shoes, her figure becomes harmonious and fit. Her skin is white and pink, full of life. When going to school, the outfit she wears the most is ao dai. Those are the dresses she personally ordered, not too fussy but elegant, elegant, exalting her lines and beauty. She walks very slowly, carefully, nothing can make her hurry. Therefore, the image of her wearing a long skirt and a skirt walking around the schoolyard is an unforgettable memory for every student. Her face is oval in shape with full cheeks. Although she had to wear glasses, the glasses could not hide the warmth and kindness in her eyes. When giving lectures to students, those eyes are filled with enthusiasm and passion. Sometimes she looked at me as if to ask if I understood the lesson. I can see the desire to impart a lot of knowledge to students in those eyes. She smiles often, a bright and radiant smile, with straight teeth. But every time she smiles, she reveals crow's feet on the corners of her eyes. Her hair is shoulder length, jet black, always kept straight and smooth. She s hair that because it is the traditional beauty of Vietnamese women. Her hands were thin, clearly showing veins. It is also somewhat rough because in addition to being a teacher, she is also a mother, wife and child. That hand has held chalk for decades, has encouraged and comforted us when we are sad, weak or tired. Her voice is low and high to follow the rhythm of the lecture, full of charm.
She teaches Literature and is the homeroom teacher, so in addition to useful lectures, she is also a friend, mother, and a predecessor to teach us life lessons.