【尼玛】__________英语了= =

I think back to there years ago, when i was not yet moving to canada.

Teachers are always the most scary thing to me. Moreover a teacher in charge of a class. As I can remember, I never liked any teacher. It was my first day in my Jonior Hight. Iheard from seniors i knew that teacher Wang is famous for being severe and she keeps a strsight face everyday, Actually, she is an "old witch". My friends from other classes also came to comfort me "Take care how you spend your day. If you never experience wind and rain, how can you see the rainbow?" Oh my god, is that kind of horrible? As expected, those all happened. During the class, she always kept a serious face, never smiled, her tone was as stiff as a poker. And the words that she used most of the time were must, you have to, right away and at once, Even classes where we stidied by ourselves, she did not give us space to breath.

During the break time, students always like to talk about the teachers, I did that, too. Of course, I talked about teacher Wang for most of my rest time with my friends. And I imaged lots of times what she would look like if she smiled.

Two years later, before the final exam to enter into high school. I changed the stereotypes that I had before. Teacher Wang is ceaseless to tell this and that, she worried about the weather, worried about our diet, worried about us forgetting her lessons... This time, I found that she was tniner than two years ago, also older than two years ago, and there were sliver hair permeating her black hair. At this moment, I could truly feel that there was a warm heart under her ice-cold face. This heart cared about us and had us in mind at all of the time. Her heart was like the sun and shined on us to help us grow up.

I can remember the day that we had took the graduation photo. I dimly remember that was a rainy day. My mood was confused that day because I knew we will drift apart after this day. But there was one thing that suprised me was that teacher Wang smiled and her smiling was brighter than anyone else. At that moment, the photograpner kwpt a everlasting beauty for us.

Those are last memories that i had before i came to Canada. Now, we all start a new life and try yo live a normal life, we left that collective forever. But the grace in our heart will never leave. The time for two years were like written in water, nothing but the warmest and the most touched moment i will save in my heart, and collect appropriately.

To eat, or not to eat- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The junk and oil of your daily meals
Or to take vegetables against a sea of fats,
And by opposing end them. To diet- to be thiner-
No more; and by a diet to say we end
The worries, and the thousand troubles
That fat people are heirs to. 'Tis a goal
Devoutly to be wish'd. To diet- to be thiner.
To diet- perchance to be poor nutrition: ay, there's the rub!
For in that diet of thiner body what diseases may come
When we have less eaten this meal,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long losing weight time .