约翰逊是我五年级的老师,我们私底下叫他J先生。J先生,瘦高个子,很风趣,要分到他班上你得先祈祷。他对我的人生有着重要的意义。作为教师,他用幽默和激情把枯燥的功课讲得妙趣横生;作为长者,他让我知道宽容待人,对被宽容的人来说,这是何等的幸运。那个星期一的早晨,校园里到处都在传周末学校里发生火灾的事。上课铃响了,我冲进教室,闻到一股木头烧焦 Johnson is my fifth grade teacher, we call him Mr. J privately. Mr. J, tall, tall and funny, you have to pray before he can be assigned to his class. He has an important meaning in my life. As a teacher, he used humor and passion to make boring homework enjoyable. As an elder, he let me know how to be tolerant and how fortunate it is to be tolerant. That Monday morning, a fire broke out at the weekend school around the campus. The bell rang, I burst into the classroom, smelt a piece of wood burning