On Writing Describing Teachers

Her hair is so short that it never seems to grow. Hair seems to change color. Today is black, tomorrow is brown, and I don't know what color it is the day after tomorrow. ...

Her curved eyebrows remind me of "Her Curved Eyelashes" sung by Mushroom brothers in The Voice of China. Curved eyebrows are like a pair of upside-down black moons.

What impressed me the most was a mole on her mouth, black, like a black sesame seed falling from a half-cut pear.

She likes telling jokes. Once, when I was waiting for my mother after class, the teacher found me bored and pulled my finger. Without saying anything, I quickly sat down beside me and told me a story about a parrot and a plumber: once upon a time, there was a man ... the more he talked, the more excited he became, and his hair danced with laughter. I giggled too, and even the idea of waiting for my mother disappeared without a trace.

She is also very sunny and often laughs. Once, when playing the game of "blowing paper towels", the students all got together to blow paper towels, and their faces turned red. Paper towels fly up and down, and students run around with paper towels. Looking at their hurry-scurry, the teacher burst out laughing, even the mole on her mouth seemed to be laughing. ...

She is still the "king of children". Last winter, it snowed heavily outside, and the ground was covered with thick "rabbit hair". The bushes on both sides of the road also wore white "top hats". My heart seems to fly out of the window and want to enjoy it. The teacher seemed to read my mind and led us out to make a snowman. We rolled two snowballs for the snowman. The big one is the snowman's body, and the small one is his head. We also put a blue scarf around it and put a glove on it. From a distance, the snowman seems to be waving to us. Suddenly, my button fell off with a bang. I had a brainwave, buttoned the snowman's face and made his nose. Looking at the chubby snowman, I thought: I will definitely receive a gift from Santa Claus this year. The teacher looked at me with a smile and seemed to say to me, "Yes, your wish will come true."

This is the composition teacher who loves to play and laugh and loves us deeply. If there is an afterlife, I will learn composition from you.