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d us into the classroom with a class number plate in her hand. She has a wealth of knowledge. Her class was lively and conquered us from her heart. Mr. Zhao likes to laugh. His voice is thin and gentle. It sounds as good as birds. When Miss Zhao called my name, my voice was thin and gentle, just like my mother called me home for dinner. I stood up and answered her question with a smile. The teacher also smiled. She nodded kindly at me and let me sit down. I feel warm all over. What a good teacher! A summer vacation passed and I was in grade two again. In my second grade life, I met two good teachers. One of them is our head teacher and our math teacher, Miss Yang, and the other is our Chinese teacher, Miss Ma. The two teachers are very kind. I like them very much. Mr. Yang is young and beautiful, with a pair of red myopia glasses, long hair and fluent Mandarin. Humorous speech and rigorous style. You say she’s kind. She sometimes gives you a hard lesson. Say she’s serious, but she sometimes asks her classmates this and that kindly. It’s time to talk about Mr. Ma. When Mr. Ma is in class, he reads the text like Ding Dong’s spring and the undulating sea。 Writing, line by line, row by row, beautiful and