A shiny star in my life

I was not a student who were keen on Chinese very much until encountered my Chinese teacher during my senior high school giving me the entrance ticket to the beauty of Chinese.
She always seemed to have a cold face the first few weeks she taught me. Staring tightly at my papers, keeping my head down and playing with the gel pen in my hand, my heart was taken by the birds singing outside the window having a trip in the sky freely. As a result, my scores ranked the last in my class. Raining cats and dogs outside, with my heart as grey as the sky, I was in a full-blown desperation and, actually I used to love the rainy best. All of a sudden, my Chinese teacher was came and patted my head which was buried into my arms, without saying a word, she just sat by my side, analyzing my exam papers carefully. I sat there controlling my tears welling up in my eyes in silence, counting the second hand of the clock circling over and over again. I did not really remember what she said that awful afternoon with rain washing over my heart. But I just knew that after that day, my sight each class Chinese class was always on her listening and focusing. Her hand writing was really beautiful.
But she was truly a strict teacher among all my teachers. She asked us to recite lots of knowledge and assigned us plenty of tasks to finish during the morning time. Sometimes she would be angry for some little mistakes made by us accidentally. I thought she was really emotional. I progressed a lot from then on hoping she could praise me for my hard work and at the last test of that semester, I ranked the second in my class. She just smiled and said:“ Good job.” After a long time I never cared about my basic Chinese learning and never spent time on it. She criticized me harshly just for my small mistakes while she praising another classmate for a little progress. From then on, I was in a very contradictory attitude towards Chinese：I love it but the teacher didn’t like me. I kept this attitude for the last two years even she did really taught me a lot of things. Now I am looking back to those time when we stayed together, how ridiculous I was.
Now I’ve graduated from my high school, when I looked back to those time learning Chinese, I found I do really miss her classes and because of her, can I develop a great interest in Chinese and truly love it instead of hating it.