In my middle school I had many good teachers, but Mr. Zhang was the one I partic ularly liked and respected. He was a middle-aged intellectual who lived a simple and hard working life but was always optimistic and spared no effort in teaching us.
He was a scholar of Chinese literature and history. We felt that he knew everything in this field. His knowledge and eloquence, as well as his klndness, made his lectures so attrative and touching that we were reluctant to hear the bell ringing to dismiss the class.
One lesson he gave us that I cannot forget concerned some quotations from a pupil of Confucius, who always felt at ease in spite of his life of abject poverty. In his lecture, Mr. Zhang revealed his true feelings in devoting himself to teaching all his life. This deeply moved us all.
I respect Mr. Zhang and should learn from his noble spirit and do my best to study hard for our great socialist country.
Miss Zhang is my Chinese teacher. She is young and beautiful. She graduated from a famous university of our country. She comes to our school for two years. I like her class very much, because she always can tell us interesting stories. In her class, everything seems to be easy. She can lead the teaching joyful. I can learn a lot from her, because she is knowledgeable. I want to be such a knowledgeable person like her.