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I don't know how many people pass by every day, lamenting that the city is too crowded. Although many people have lived together and breathed the air of unity, they have never known each other. I told you, I don't know him.

He is a beggar. A disgusting, despised beggar. Instead of bright eyes, he has two big holes, which look scary. His teeth look weird and ugly, his hair is sparse and messy, and his skin is as yellow as old bark. The children avoided him like monsters. What's more, they burst into tears. He crouched quietly in the darkest corner of the underpass, motionless, holding an iron bowl, and his expression was dull all year round. People are still cursing him, calling him ugly, and his dirt is like smelling something strange, covering his nose. It seems that all the grievances accumulated in one day are piled on the head of a helpless individual. Fortunately, the beggar is invisible and just listening. Few people help him, and the iron fist is always empty. As for me, every time I pass by, I stubbornly never look back, as if he didn't deserve people's pity. There are so many beggars in the street, who knows if they are true or not! In short, in my opinion, it has nothing to do with me.

As the days passed, he still begged in fear, and those people still cursed, year after year, day after day. He is uglier and dirtier than before.

Until then, I opened the newly bought newspaper and slipped my eyes inadvertently. I saw a humorous printout in the newspaper, and there was a big picture below-it was him, the beggar who was hated and cursed in China and Japan, the beggar with a hole in his eye! "He has nothing to write about, just a beggar!" I am indignant. But it is this curiosity that drives me to continue reading. It turned out that his eyes were blinded by carrying braziers when he was a child. His life is very difficult. He has no wife and children. He lives by begging and collecting garbage all day. He doesn't have enough to eat, he can't sleep well, and he doesn't have a decent dress in winter. It is such a person, such a lonely weak person, who adopted two helpless orphans. He used what little money he had. Regardless of his personality, he devoted his selfless love to his children. Neighbors say he is a good man, helpful, good-natured and typical warm-hearted. Neighbors praised him, loved him and thought for him. The children love him and their good father. Are such people dirty? Is he ugly?

I cried when I closed the newspaper. These tears are because of my indifference. You know, that beggar deserves our respect. The ugliest thing is actually our indifference to judge people by their appearances because of secularity.

I pass countless people every day. These people are as many as the stars in the sky. Although they have always lived in the same sky, I will always remember the beggar.

In the new semester, students say that all the teachers in our class have changed. The clock struck eight sharp, and the students all quieted down and waited for the arrival of the new teacher. "Come, come." I don't know who shouted. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and three teachers came into our classroom at the same time. "I'm not just a teacher, you should all know me! Starting today, I am your class teacher. " Teacher Yu said with a smile. "I am your deputy head teacher." Teacher Zhou can't wait to say, "And she is also your art teacher." Teacher Chen squeezed in: "I am your math teacher." "Oh, it's them!" The students began to whisper. "Sorry, I'm late." Then a teacher came in and said. Hey, isn't this President Wu? He is not tall, with thick eyebrows and small eyes, dark hair and wide shoulders, and a pair of big glasses on his familiar face. . "I am your Chinese teacher this semester, please take care of me." The students couldn't help laughing.

The first class is Chinese. Teacher Wu came in with a book and a smile. "class." Teacher Wu gave a loud and powerful cry. "Stand up." The monitor on duty also eagerly shouted. "Hello, classmate!" "Hello, teacher!" We greet each other, conveying a deep affection between teachers and students. "Classmates, we won't give lectures today. I want to ask everyone, who knows the meaning of the word Chinese? " What he said was so attractive, so organized and so kind. The students scrambled to say the meaning of these two words, but unfortunately, they all got the wrong answer. Teacher Wu didn't criticize, but praised everyone's bravery. Maybe this is what I admire and like about him. "Since the students are not clear, let me explain." He said kindly: "English is a language, which expresses a meaning orally;" The text is literary talent, and the text is one meaning. " "Wow, teacher wu's literary talent is really good! "The students next to me said excitedly." Then who knows what kind of basic knowledge Chinese has? "I stood up and answered confidently," There are four kinds: listening, speaking, reading and writing. Teacher Wu smiled: "Very good." "Then the bell rang. Alas! Good times are always so short and fleeting.

Now, I look forward to having Chinese classes every day. Because Mr. Wu's lectures are always so vivid, so wonderful and so humorous. Our whole class fell in love with this teacher Wu who wears glasses.