“我有多少话哎，我有多少歌，老师啊老师，您最理解我……”。每当我唱起这首歌，我就想起胡老师。
"How many words do I have? How many songs do I have? Teacher, you understand me best...". Whenever I sing this song, I think of Miss Hu.
胡老师是我们的数学老师。很年轻，身材苗条。胡老师把头发染成了黄色。圆圆的脸上有一双会说话的眼睛，要是我们犯了错误，胡老师就用眼睛瞪着我们好像在说： “你怎能这样做呢?”她高高的鼻梁下有一张能说会道地嘴，她上课的时候，我们听得津津有味，要是我们犯了错误，胡老师总是说的我们心服口服。
有一天，听说胡老师病了，我正准备写作业。突然胡老师出现在教室门口，只觉得她脸色苍白，一点精神也没有。上课的时候她一直咳嗽着，她的声音有点沙哑，但是她讲的十分的清楚，写字时手有点抖，但是字写得非常工整。我们的心理多么感动啊，老师为了我们竟带病来给我们上课，真这是一位好老师。
One day, I heard that Mr. Hu was ill. I was preparing to do my homework. All of a sudden, Miss Hu appeared at the door of the classroom, only to feel that she was pale and had no spirit at all. She coughed all the time in class, her voice was a little hoarse, but she spoke very clearly, her hands were shaking when she wrote, but the words were very neat. How moved our psychology is! The teacher came to give us lessons because of our illness. It's really a good teacher.
多么好的老师啊!她是我最熟悉的人。
What a good teacher! She is the most familiar person to me.