A Man

郭庆

    A man is called Mr. Li by us.
    The sun was showing off its power; the wind was hiding in someplace; the electric fan was sluggish for the high temperature . Everything was suffering.
    We were chatting in the classroom languidly. As the bell rung, a white shirt came into our view. The chaotic classroom became silent suddenly .A man with glasses strutted to the platform. Compared with the high platform, he seemed that short. As I sat in the first row, I could see clearly through his spectacles that the two restless eyes were roving. The air in the classroom was tightened, for we did not know what the man would do. Then, the muscle of the upper lip was lifted up, and a sound was made. Not a self—introduction, but an introduction to the course. The Putonghua with some dialects made us take things easy. Sometimes, thanks to his exaggerated face expression, we burst into laughter. The hot air couldn’t affect us any more. We were completely attracted by the man.
    On the platform, he is totally a proficient actor, who is good at not only the face expression, but also the language. Once when he shared his experience when he worked as an interpreter for the first time, he delivered in some dialects with an exaggerated tone and face expression. All the classmates couldn’t help laughing. So did himself. Of course, he never forgets his duty as a teacher. Knowledge was digested more quickly in such a relaxing atmosphere. Sometimes after setting an example, he would conclude with the definition in the text that we would learn.
    There was another thing you couldn’t imagine, that was during the break, he stood with the boys back to back in order to see who was higher. I never had such a teacher. He is making good friends with us.
    Without an impressing self—introduction, we can remember him deeply still. To some degree, he is a friend more than a teacher. From his course, what I learn is some sort of attitude towards life more than the definition in the texts.
    He is the man called Mr. Li.

向娅宁

I can't help myself leaving a message to your article...
As a student sitting at the second row(although a little further to him),
I also have a thorough observation over him...
not only his spectacles, his making faces, but also his wide range of wisdom beyond the commons...
I like this man,a friend rather than a teacher...being called Mr.li...

Cinderella

though some words were misused in the writing, I shall say it was successfu in describing Prof. Li. The sharp contrast, the details of his amiability, and his clever way of teaching all help to present the readers the image of a good teacher.

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