I’m a girl at the age of twelve and in grade six. As our grade six students have to attend the secondary school entrance exam a year later, we have to go to school to take part in the self-study at night. Considering the distance of my home to school, my father decided to teach me ride bikes.
It was a Saturday morning. My father told the key point to ride a bike at first. It was be brave and look forward instead of looking the wheels. My father held me and the bike firmly and then I ride it. Though I was afraid, I feel safe with my father around me. A few hours later, I can ride it without my father’s help. I was so happy, but my father was covered with sweat. I never fell off the bike with his protection. Watching my sweating father, I can feel his love for me.
Learning to ride a bike is such a memerable thing that I’ m only master it but also understand the love of my father.
I really want to say thanks to you because you not only teach ue a lot of knowledge, but also are concerned about us. I still remember that you worried about our health last spring, when influenza A spreaded rapidly around the city. You, my dear teacher, asked us to wash hand and take a bath frequently. You also suggested us to open the windows and not go to the place having many people. You recommended us to drink more water and form a good habit. You came early and back late to spray drug. It was very painstaking.My dear teacher, thanks again.
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