陈老师,我还是不断地梦到您。至今,我还记得那一天,那是匠年级下学期的最后一次英语课。一阵清脆的下课铃声响起后,大家一哄而散跑出了教室。教室里,只剩下我和您。您脸上的表情不复刚才上课时的明亮,那美丽的双眸也黯淡了许多。我料到有什么不好的事即将发生。“我下学期就不教你们了,我生病了,要回家养病。你是我最心爱的学生,希望你不要忘了我,不要忘了我对你说的那些话,好吗?” Chen, I still continue to dream of you. So far, I remember the day that was the last English class for the second year of the Carpenter class. A crisp class bell rang, everyone rushed out of the classroom. In the classroom, only me and you. The expression on your face is no longer just the class bright, beautiful eyes that dim a lot. I expect something bad is about to happen. “I will not teach you next semester, I am sick, to go home to recuperate .You are my beloved student, I hope you do not forget me, do not forget what I say to you, okay? ”