My  Teacher

Mr. Li was my class coordinator when I was a senior middle school student. He was a very amiable person and always smiled to us. To my mind, he was a good man who was very conscientious in his work and looked after his family with his heart.
When I was in middle school, most of us went back home everyday. So, some of the students were always late for their class, especially those who lived far from the school. Other teachers just blamed them for that but Mr. Li did not. He promised that he would wait for them at the school gate
every morning and wanted to
meet them before 8 o’clock. After that, no one was late again.
Mr. Li was a Chinese teacher. He was so excellent in teaching that he always made his class very interesting. When we had Chinese class, there was nothing in our mind except Mr. Li and the thing he said. In the class, he sometimes quoted copiously to support his thesis and sometimes talked in a kindly and informal fashion. In a word, Mr. Li was just like a magnetite to catch our attention. Later, we understood that he spent several or decade time for lesson preparation after class in order to make his lessons as attractive and informative as possible.
Mr. Li was not only a good teacher in school, but also an exemplary husband at home.
As I know, he often shared household duties with his wife even though she didn’t ask him
to do so. When his wife was sent to hospital because of appendicitis, he looked after her all day long without any complaint.
Mr. Li was the idol in my heart and I would like to be a man like him.