Dear Zhang Hua,
It’s three months since I heard from you last time. Now I want to tell you an impressive story happened on my first lesson.
On hearing the bell, students ran into the classroom as quickly as they can. But a boy, Li Ming, whose father died a month ago, was late for the class. He stood outside the classroom, silently. I smiled to him and let him came in. After a while, he cried on his desk. Then I walked to him and asked what had happened .He told me that his mother was ill and he had to take some medicine for her. At the same time, he apologized to me for his lateness. Moved by his words, I praised him for his deeds and decided to sing a song named “Mother” for the students. How time flies! Class was over before I realized it.
From the story I felt we should respect our parents and do our best to help them. Do you think so? I’m looking forward to your reply.
Yours truly,
Li Hong
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