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The People Who Make the World a Better Place
There are a lot of people who have made or are making theworld a better place with their work.Among them,teachers arethe ones most familiar to me.
Eight years ago,I got a chance to study in England fortwo years.There I met my teacher MrsMaxwell.She taught allour lessons except music and physical education.Although shewas very busy she was always ready to pay special attentionto those who had troubles in learning.She never blamed us forlearning too slow.She just explained again and again.Seeingthe smile on her face and the hope in her eyes,how could wehave the heart to let her down?
She was especially good to me—a foreign student.Once sheused her money to buy me an English exercise book.In the daysthat followed,you can often see these pictures:there she was,sitting at the desk,correcting my homework with the utmostcare;there she was,sitting beside me,explaining the new wordsand expressions.This went on until I finished the whole book and my English was greatly improved.I thanked my teacher from the bottom of my heart.
Also,I got to know that Mrs Maxwell had to spend two anda half hours to travel to work each day,yet she was neverabsent and never late.This made me admire and love her evenmore.I will remember her always,no matter where I am and whatI do,for she is the one who gives out her eternal lovewithout asking for repayment.
When I entered middle school in Beijing,I came to knowMrsChen.She was in charge of our class and she wanted us tobe good in every way.So once she suggested that we shouldjoin the Hope Project.Another time,she asked us to hand in areport on how we spend our pocket money in order to guide ourways of spending.She loved us as much as she loved her owndaughter.Only she spent much more time on us than on her ownchild.She worked on weekdays,at weekends and even duringholidays and she was always happy to do so.It seemed thatnothing in the world could please her more than teaching herstudents and in return see them make progress day by day.
If we are flower buds,our teachers are the gardeners thatwater us and help us to bloom.If we are ships sailing in thesea,our teachers are the hopes of tomorrow,our teachers arethe people upholding these glorious hopes.
Every man,no matter how great he is,respects his teachers.Because they are the people who work with their heart andsould to make the world a better place,for their students andfor the entire human race.
My Story
It might be funny when you see this title.You may think:"Oh! God! It must be a long story like a novel!"but,in fact,my story isn't like a novel.It is quite true though it mightnot be interesting.Since everyone has the right to speak,towrite down something.Why not have a try?
Now,what are wewaiting for?"Begin it quickly!"I heard some one shout.
Ok!
My story began on January 3th 1980.My lovely family gaveme all it should give:love,care...Maybe you want to know myparents.No problem! My father is a kind man.But if I mademistakes or done something wrong,he would teach me goodlessons.It's an old way,but quite useful.My mother won't takethat "stupid"way.She would speak softly,and never look angry.Oh! As you can imagine,it is very useful My older sister is a pretty girl.She is also a kind girl She cared for her younger brother(me) more than herself.I can say only one word,"I love them all."I love my family so much that I couldn't find anything in the world more important than it untill now.I hope one day I could repay my warm and nice family.
Yes,my family brought me up.Then,I went to school in1986.It took me 5 years to be ready to be a middle schoolstudent.The five-year was full of joy and happiness.As timewent on,I became a senior school student.During this period,I was burdened with a lot of texts,reference books
and exams,especially in the last year.All of these were aimed at the National College Entrance Test,a very importance test.I lost a lot.I couldn't play games,I couldn't watch TV...At the same time,I got a lot.I got a lot of useful knowledge,I learnt to face pressure.This is called balance,isn't it?
Now,I am a college student.My major is German.Teachershere are very kind to us.They have rich experience.I likethem all.
My story enters a new period.I will use my best feelingand love to draw my picture well.My story is far from beingover.It will be more and more interesting.
Do you believe it?