My lighthouse

In the sunny classroom, Miss Chen stood in front of the podium, wearing a light blue dress. Her smile was like the spring breeze, warm and gentle.

I remember it was a lazy afternoon. The sunlight filtered through the windows, casting dappled light and shadows on the desks. Miss Chen walked into the classroom, carrying a stack of books. Her eyes sparkled, as if there were stars hidden in them. "Dear students, I've brought you gifts today," she said softly, with a hint of mystery in her voice.

She took out small, delicate notebooks and distributed them to us. "From now on, each of you can write down your thoughts about the books you've read in this notebook." She opened one notebook, where several colorful sticky notes were already pasted. "Look, like this. You can draw pictures and write down your favorite sentences beside them."

The reading class every Friday was the most anticipated. Miss Chen would turn the classroom into a small "book drifting field". She brought her own books and those of the classmates, neatly arranging them on the windowsill. The sunlight shone on the spines of the books, refracting warm light. "Everyone can choose a book to take home and bring it back next week, just like sending a message in a bottle," she said with a smile, her eyes curving into crescents.

Once, I chose The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. When Miss Chen saw it, she gently patted me on the shoulder. "I like this book too. Can you share your feelings with me next week?" Her palm was warm and soft.

Gradually, our classroom became a small world filled with the fragrance of books. The windowsill was filled with books brought by the classmates, and the walls were covered with photocopies of excellent reading notes. During the breaks, we could always hear everyone discussing the stories in the books. Miss Chen was like a gardener, who, with her tenderness and wisdom, planted the seeds of reading in our young hearts.

Now, whenever I open a book, I can still seem to smell the faint fragrance of jasmine in that classroom and see Miss Chen's gentle smiling face. Those beautiful memories of reading are always treasured in my heart, like shiny stars, illuminating my path of growth.