I have an English teacher. She has long straight black hair. She is kind, but sometimes she is strict. She is our class teacher. She is very concerned about us, as we are her children, she is our mother.
She teaches very well, and we also cooperate with her.
She asked us to be low-key, not everywhere, no matter how good they are.
She also taught us: go their own way, let others say.
She often jokes with us to make the classroom lively.
She often tells us about her family and the students she used to teach.
Always, she often makes sense to us, we like her very mach.