for my teacher ...my teacher ,a girl being with happiness.from six to twenty-six is her study life.her marjor is English .she like a bottle of water .maybe sometimes she looks like too quiet (few energy),but water is the most useful when you thist.this year she is twenty-nine ,we touched together nearly one and an half year....but she will go aboard.after the Spring Festival ,the sentence will be my English has gone !!! a little sorrow crawl in heart.i want to say for her please ,please ,don`t go ,don`t leave us.but it wouldn`t happen .i can`t speak it out.the truth is i hope you happy.even though you will settled down Germany and wouldn`t see you any more.Be happy with a soft and warm heart always .