Our present Chinese teacher, male, we call him Lao Feng. I didn't know him until the end of our sophomore year. During the make-up classes at school, Lao Feng replaced us. As soon as he entered the class, I thought: Is our computer broken again? Has anyone repaired the projector? Is this to repair the computer? He stood on his shining forehead, stepped on a pair of shoes and cleared his throat: "Your teacher Dong (the former Chinese teacher) is in the hospital. I'll give you a Chinese lesson these two weeks. My name is Feng. " A group of us stayed, and this person's temperament doesn't look like a teacher. They all teach Chinese anyway. Listen. The first lesson that Lao Feng taught us was very shocking. He only talks about the final paper, but he deeply interprets the novel on the reading topic, dissects the text and connects with reality. Through novels, criticize the shortcomings of the times, expose the reality, talk endlessly, always be lazy in Chinese class, no one sleeps for the first time, have a humorous language and make good use of black humor. He told us that the world is not only colorful, but also has corners that the sun can't reach. When the third year of high school started, Mr. Dong retired, and Lao Feng officially became our Chinese teacher. Since then, what we look forward to most is Chinese class.