A 200-word composition with the title "My Teacher"

The teacher has black hair, a pair of bright eyes, and a eloquent mouth. The teacher likes to wear a red coat and black boots to look energetic.

One time after school, it happened to be my duty, and we all swept the floor. The teacher saw a classmate doing poorly in the quiz on dictating ancient poems, so he specially asked that classmate to stay and said kindly to the student: "Recite the ancient poem that you just dictated in the quiz on the blackboard again." After that, The classmate took a piece of chalk and wrote ancient poems silently on the blackboard. The whole classroom was quiet, as if they were afraid of disturbing the classmate who was dictating ancient poems. Not long after, we were almost done sweeping the floor, but for some reason the classmate always liked to write typos. I thought: Maybe that classmate is not very familiar with ancient poetry, or maybe he can’t write those few words. We continued to set up the tables and stools, and even moved the stools down gently. The classmate ignored the typos and continued to write silently. After a while, the classmate finally finished writing silently, but there were too many typos and he made several jokes. We watched it and laughed. The teacher looked at it and said nothing. If other teachers had seen it, they would have loudly criticized that student. After a while, our laughter stopped. The teacher patiently taught the classmate to correct the typos stroke by stroke until the classmate could write.

Everything the teacher does is for the next generation, but the teacher never asks for anything from us, and always contributes silently. Teacher, you are the person I admire most.