In a school year, there are many special days but perhaps the most meaningful special day is November 20 - Vietnamese Teachers' Day. In the tumultuous atmosphere of November 20, many students must reflect on their teachers. Me too. Countless memories flow back and cannot be described. I forgot how my aunts stood on the podium, lecturing every inch. I remember how the time when the chalk dust flew and let it fall on the teachers' loving hair. At that time, it seemed like the teachers got old too quickly. Actually, for me that said whoever studies, but studying teachers is first. I still remember the secrets the teachers taught, the literary gardens they brought, the interesting formulas in mathematics as easy as making cakes. How can those memories be forgotten? The memory of when I was beaten or scolded by her for being playful and forgetting to do homework and when she was praised when she achieved a good student, is still imprinted in my heart the thin skinny figure, students' stoop every morning. On November 20, my heart rose again to an indescribable emotion, but I knew that it was gratitude, respect, and love for the teacher-driver of knowledge to bring students through. Successful docks.