I bid farewell to the old semester and ushered in a new school year. Everything is brand-new. September 2 is the first day of our school. I am very happy because I can see the teachers and classmates I haven't seen for a long time again. I walked into the classroom in high spirits and saw a strange face. It was only after listening to the students' comments that we learned that we had changed teachers. My new Chinese teacher's surname is He. She has a pair of big eyes, clear and bright. Short hair and small mouth, smiling every day, are very kind. Wearing a pair of glasses, he looks very knowledgeable. She is of medium height, about thirty or forty years old. Slowly, we have come to like this new Chinese teacher. One day, two days passed, and I got to know Mr. Mu better. Teacher Mu's lively lectures, coupled with her crisp and loud voice and beautiful sentences, soon brought the students into the classroom. Gradually, we fell in love with Mr. Mu, and the teacher got to know us better. The teacher has a good temper and never loses his temper with us. Once, a classmate in our class wrote an irregular Chinese homework and was torn by the teacher. Teacher Mu didn't get angry with the classmate, but said kindly, "You just have to correct it again, so be sure to be regular!" This is our new Chinese teacher. I know her better and better now, and I like her more and more.