她，有一头乌黑亮丽的头发，浓浓的眉毛，一双炯炯有神的杏眼镶嵌在一张巴掌大小的瓜子脸上，让人看了忍不住想咬一口，她是上帝精心雕刻出来的艺术品。
She has a black and bright hair, thick eyebrows, a pair of bright apricot eyes inlaid in a palm size melon face, let people see can not help but want to bite, she is God's carefully carved out of the art.
那是一堂英语课，老师抄笔记，抄完的时候已经下课了，许多同学还没有抄完，而我却抄完了。这时有一个同学跑过来向我借笔记，于是我很爽快地答应了她。不知是由于笔记的原因，还是发自内心的称赞，她说了一句：“你的字写得真漂亮啊！”顿时我心花怒放，刚准备开始长篇大论的时候，她却走过来泼我一盆冷水：“就你这字还好看？孩子啊，不要放弃治疗，你的病还有希望。”“你！”我恼羞成怒，头也不回地走出教室。后来仔细一想，直言不讳，这不正是她的可贵之处？
It was an English class. The teacher took notes. When he finished, the class was over. Many students had not finished copying, but I had finished copying. At this time, a classmate came to borrow notes from me, so I readily agreed to her. I don't know whether it is due to the notes or from the heart of the praise, she said: "your handwriting is really beautiful ah!" Suddenly, I was elated, just ready to start a long speech, but she came to me and threw a basin of cold water: "on you this word is still good-looking? Don't give up treatment, my child. There is hope for your illness. " "You I was so angry that I walked out of the classroom without looking back. Later on, she thought about it carefully and said frankly. Isn't this just her valuable place?
记得有一次，数学老师踏着响亮的步伐迈进教室，手里还抱着一沓试卷。老师对我说：“下课后到我办公室来一趟。”我似乎遇着一个晴天霹雳，全体震惊起来。数学老师果然不出意料地给我上了一堂政治课。回来后我无力地趴在桌子上，这时，她走过来拍了我的肩说：“这就垂头丧气了？咦，这可不是你的风格哦！”接着，她耐心地给我讲解了我出错的题目。
I remember once, the math teacher stepped into the classroom with a loud step, still holding a stack of papers in his hand. The teacher said to me, "come to my office after class." I seem to have met a bolt from the blue, all shocked. The math teacher gave me a political lesson as expected. When I came back, I lay powerless on the table. At this time, she came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, "is this despondent? Well, this is not your style Then she patiently explained to me what I had made a mistake.
她，像一阵清风，安抚着我躁动不安的心，像一缕温暖和煦的阳光，温暖着我冰冷的心，像一盏明灯在我彷徨无助的时候指引我前进的方向。她就是我最欣赏的人。
She, like a gust of wind, soothes my restless heart, like a wisp of warm and warm sunshine, warms my cold heart, like a light guiding me forward when I am helpless. She is the one I admire the most.