Teachers

The spring season is special, a 15-year-old sachungittae.

If grass and flowers around my mind ripe mureuikeu

My emotions have to shed sunshine warming ttasaroyi

15-year-old is not such a little spring came to me very much special.

Affairs at the time of course I do not like so much. Social and

Subjects had to memorize without thinking anything was the only.

Even teachers were naturally reluctant subjects disliked

Just in time for each hazy state of affairs that only a handwriting has become routine.

Teachers to spend a few hours the face of affairs vaguely remembered me about the time

Enough teachers were asked to stay in the hospital with cancer,

Fill that position for quite a temporary teacher is coming.

I know of the impossible?

My feelings, my mind in my eye to the woman's breasts as bonggeuthan

Smiling brightly, pointing that it was more the look of a man ... ....

Later that spring to my mind that brightened his hand.



His bright smile came in the first hour is now graduating from college was as a teacher, he's a fledgling

Less, and the name and e-mail wondering if I'd like to say something, he's always easier to ask around radeon

So I saegyeotdeutyi his laughter in my heart along with his email address on the back of my hand and listened.

At the time I was not naive or dumb junk junk?

A small number of species in the palm of your hand before you intend to carry

Cherish it and that I think holds up to the house, top

One hand while at school without bunched Ridge

Will clear the ugly duckling hoksina hoksina tipped to move to the address on your collar one trillion rimyeo mind go

Headed home soon.



I went down the quivering heart-mail seolremyeo literatim

Sent to the teacher, I am filled with hope and wait for the next class in mind.

Surprisingly, however, that night, it was with the reply.



"** Oh, thank you every day: the teacher's first lesson's worth, I do not know how hard, got a shot

I do hope for. "



Short-mail that a happy bunch, but I was champ.

The first time was not a big deal to me seonsaengnimkken treasures come in the mail was in my inbox.

I moved it right into your library. I moved it right into my heart.



Call me at the end of school hours, and then asks him to read mail

I did not read it yet, was lying.

Ssukseureowoseo would he do that? Or did he shame

Come on now, I do not remember doing this.

The teacher called my name, gave me a horse than merely geonnaego

So happy and was happy again I remember only two.

So I am a teacher and a secret

Class mail, and even a story that can not be received

Little by little becoming a teacher and I was approachable.

Long-term problems test hasineura bappeusyeoseo hasyeoteulttae not realize that e-mail

In the test report came to me gave me whispered in my ears, I'm sorry

Pops up in the articles of their favorite singer with a song he likes us and prayed for me.

He is perhaps the teacher did vaguely know?

His grades were always coming dwitchyeojyeo Once we changed noticeably'm too

School board, not the eyes of his glances, gestures were being headed

Ttwieodanideon always active child

Anahseon in front of his eyes and says so uijeothage cheek to itdaneungeot bulhigo



So so happy and seolredeon year with more than 30 mails were read in an instant.

Last Christmas Eve deunggyonal

The teacher in the usual with a picture of yourself and this gave me another sonpyeonjireul

What a coincidence, but I do not know the fate prepared for teachers offered sonpyeonjireul.

In a picture of yourself with a small letter

This school year, how much happiness and pleasure in what

How precious was the first school where you have a lot to be proud

And sent and received messages and the time and talk with me, how many aeteuthaetneunji

With all the warmth of a teacher has written.

And at the end of next year, his shop was in the army, horses and

May never have to touch the future often grow nicely, as I now tell you that I hope will

I'm reading that letter buleojyeotda the eyes will.

I thought we dream, the dream suddenly as one year ends and take care of beoryeoteum Was

What is my sweetheart, I too could it be too much trouble increditable disassemble

Have loved you so hate myself abandoned the Was

Or could it be just too sick to my heart ....



Since then, at the end of duyeotongui mail

A call from a teacher does not reach it.

That is really the end nabeorin.



I read the last letter received from Mr.

It's her favorite teacher, it's you listen to the UP

They are not now abandoned the old times, such as e-mail address of the palm

See recall.