Teachers

      I have been a student for 12 years. During this time, I have gained knowledge, met different people, and shaped my character.  Teachers are an important factor.  They are the guides,friends, help providers, and even the enemies. In short, they are like actors playing different roles on the platform. Some of them are so impressive and unique that they are still clear in my mind.
     Mr. He is a conscientious man with a pair of black framed glasses.  He goes to great lengths to provide us with knowledge.The more, the better.  We are nailed on seats for 55 minutes rather than 45 minutes in one class, because in his mental die tionary there is no conception of "class over" until the teacher of the next class smiles at him at the door. With a book and a piece of chalk in his hands, he looks like a well armed soldier, forcing us to take notes from the very first minute to the last. We have to fix our eyes on the blackboard for fear of missing a single word. So his class is really a trial to us. However, I must admit he is so logical and consistent in thinking that he provides us with knowledge in the clearest and the simplest way. The light of wisdom is shining behind those two black frames. Therefore,he is very welcome.
     Things seem quite different in Miss Wang＇s class. Most of us are daydreaming! The way she speaks  the specific pauses and rhythm  makes it difficult for us to concentrate on anything she says. Her voice is like a lullaby that could drive a crying baby to sleep.  The rest are obsessed with novels or homework.They are having a difficult time. They droop their heads as low as possible so as not to be detected.  Meanwhile, some other students are fascinated by the scenery outside the window.  It is unfair to Miss Wang to some extent. Once ! even saw tears of anger and depression in her eyes. But her class is really very boring. She teaches politics, sometimes with reference to philosophy and economics. That should have interested us, but she just repeats what the textbook says and provides no examples in reality. And seldom does she display quotations and illustrations.Miss Wang is supposed to improve her way of teaching.
     Mr. Zhang is my Chinese teacher. He is in a gray shirt all through the seasons so I always think the color of gray suits him best. He is a reserved man of average height, with little smile on his face. He is casual with everything and never forces us to take notes or to do many assignments. In his class, everyone feels relaxed. His low sounding voice flows quietly through our minds,like streams, washing our hearts up with the literary sentences.He strides in and out of the classroom with a blow of breeze. Up to now, I still remember his powerful handwriting. I like his personality, though nowadays Chinese does not receive so much emphasis as other subjects. But with his guidance, I have learned to appreciate the poems and essays of great vitality.