My teacher

My Chinese teacher,Mr. Liu, was a middle -aged man that I repected very much. I was very naughty when I was a pupil. The teachers didn't like me at all,because I didn't study hard. They said that I would be able do nothing when I grew up. I felt self-abased (discouraged? worthless?) and began to give up studying.

Fortunately, Mr Liu came to our school and changed my life. He looked very strict and I was very afraid of him. When I saw him, even though he was in the distance, I made a detour to avoid him because I felt like a bad child. But teacher Liu never thought so. He tried to speak with me, to encourage me and he even bought some books for me. At first I didn't accept his kindness, until I discovered that his whole family relied on his salary and he was very poor, which deeply shocked me. From then on, I began to study hard. The teacher gave me much more help. At last we became good friends.

To my sadness, the second year after I graduated Mr Liu died of cancer at the age of 46. When I heard the news I cried bitterly.He was the man who gave me the second life but I couldn't see him any more.I didn't have chance to do anything for him. I will never forget the man who once saved a little child！

(Another very moving story Lynn, thank you for sharing this, and congratulations on your English, it's very good.)