My writing teacher's name is Hu Zhe. She is my writing teacher in normal school. He is neither tall nor young, but his hair is half white. He is also very careless about his clothes. He always wears blue cloth all the year round, which is in sharp contrast with other teachers. The most unforgettable thing is that he wears a pair of deep myopia glasses on his broad face and those forever deep eyes behind the glasses. His image is not good-looking, but he loves to laugh. When he smiled, he showed a pair of ugly big teeth, and the wrinkles on his face were folded into arhats. A mantra he often talks about is: "Hang it all".
That time, I don't know whether it was a feeling in my heart or a whim. I wrote an essay "When I am homesick". As a result, I was read by him in front of the whole class. He also said that this is a masterpiece with true feelings and originality, which attracted the envy of his classmates. I don't know which classmate is jealous, and secretly said, "Hum! This is plagiarism! " Unexpectedly, this sentence slipped into his ear. He glared at him and casually threw out a sentence: "Hang it all! Can you help me copy an article? " Then he turned his eyes to me, and the ugly smile on his face came again: "Tell me how you wrote this composition." Looking at the trusting eyes and smile on the teacher's face, I calmly expressed my homesickness since I moved in. The classroom was quiet, the students listened quietly, and the teacher seemed very excited. He kept nodding, and the smile on his face became more brilliant. The two ugly front teeth also involuntarily revealed their mouths. After I finished, he took the lead in applauding me, and kept saying, "True feelings are meaningful!" "It can be said that from then on, I loved writing more, and fell in love with Mr. Hu Zhe's class more. He also paid more attention to my guidance in writing.
Mr Hu Zhe likes to be angry and out of control. As long as his classmates make unforgivable mistakes, he flies into a rage and his voice can be heard for miles. His face flushed, and then he scolded mercilessly loudly: "What's the matter? Don't listen in class, homework is not completed, affecting the mood in class! Go back and think about it yourself! This is outrageous! How dare you! " In the next lecture, his tone was full of severity and his face was tight. But slowly, his voice softened a lot, his face returned to a smile, and his two front teeth could not help showing. He spoke in more detail, and from time to time he whispered, "Do you understand?" We know that it turns out that he is not really angry, but distracting us. So we answered loudly: "I understand!" He smiled more happily.
Teacher, I will always remember your sunny smile.