韩老师是我有生以来所见到的最好的老师了。他60多岁了,高高的个子,那一头略微有些谢顶的银发,如白雪皑皑的富士山一样;一张宽宽的嘴巴在四方的脸上横着,总让人感到如此可亲。对了,还有那双眼睛,透过镜片,目光有时严肃却不乏幽默,有时笑逐颜开却又不乏严肃。两年来,我发现他身上有“三多”、“三少”——“三多”初次见面,他给我的第一印象是年长。“老而弥坚嘛!”他笑道。是啊,银发皑皑不正是他的一种魅力吗!回家后,我将这种感觉告诉父母,谁料,妈妈说她就是韩老师的学生!我大为惊异。第二天,几个同学 Teacher Han is the best teacher I have ever seen. He was over 60 years old, tall and tall, with a little silver hair with a little bit of ace, like the snow-capped Mt. Fuji; a wide mouth was flanked on all four sides of the face, always making people feel so amiable. By the way, there are those eyes, through the lens, sometimes serious but lacking humor, sometimes smiling but serious. In the past two years, I discovered that he had met with more than three people and more than three people for the first time. His first impression on me was his seniority. “Old and strong!” he laughed. Yeah, isn’t silver hair a charm for him? After returning home, I told my parents this feeling. Unexpectedly, my mother said she was a student of Teacher Han! I was shocked. The next day, several classmates