Education of love: a brief introduction to the plot of each article

Love education 2007- 10-04 16:25 classmates and friends 15

The one who sends stamps to children in Gresle is my favorite Caron. He is the tallest in his class, fourteen years old. He is a lovely child with a big head and broad shoulders, but he is already very popular. I have made many friends with my classmates, and I am glad to have a guy named Coleti. He wears brown trousers and a cat skin hat, and often says some interesting things. My father runs a firewood shop. 1866, he fought under Prince Wimbledon, and it is said that he won three medals. There was a man named Nelly, a poor hunchback, weak and often blue in the face. There is also a man named Courtney who often wears beautiful clothes. In front of me, there is a man nicknamed "Little Bricklayer", the son of a bricklayer. His face is round like an apple and his nose is like a ball, which can hold the rabbit's face and often make people laugh. He wears a tattered hat and often folds it up like a handkerchief and hides it in his pocket. Sitting next to the "little mason" is a lanky child named Carlo Fei, with a hooked nose and very small eyes. He often uses pens, empty matchboxes, etc. For business, he writes on his nails and does all kinds of cunning things. There is also an arrogant young gentleman named Carlo Noppis. This man has two children on both sides. I think they are a couple. One is the son of a blacksmith, wearing a knee-length coat, pale as a patient, timid about everything and never smiling. One is a red-haired child with a crippled hand hanging around his neck. It is said that his father has gone to America and his mother is walking around selling wild vegetables. On my left, there is a strange child named Stradi. He is short and fat, and his neck seems to be different. He is a violent child. He doesn't talk to anyone, as if he doesn't know anything. However, he always frowned and listened with his mouth closed. When Mr. Wang speaks, if someone speaks, he will endure it the second time and stamp his feet angrily the third time. Sitting next to him is a sly and unscrupulous child. His name is Brandy, and I heard that he was expelled from other schools. In addition, there are two brothers who look alike, wearing the same clothes and hats. Of all the students, Derossi is the most beautiful and talented. He may win the first place this year. I love the blacksmith's son. He is like a patient. It is said that his father often beats him. He is honest. When talking to someone or accidentally offending others, he must say "I'm sorry". He often looks at people with kind and sad eyes. As for the oldest and noblest, it is Caron. No.26 righteousness fast behavior.

Caron's character, I will understand after reading today's events. Because of my second-grade lady, I came to ask when I was at home. I got to school a little late and entered the classroom. My husband will come again. At first glance, three or four children gathered in one place, teasing the disabled red-haired child Close who sold wild vegetables. Some beat him with a triangle iron, some hit him on the head with chestnut shells, called him "lame" and "ghost", and hung their hands around their necks to show him his appearance. Close sat alone in his seat, pale, looking at them as if to say "burn me". When they saw Klosi in this way, they got more attention and made fun of him more and more. Close finally got angry, blushed and shook his body. Just then, Blantyre, whose face was very annoying, suddenly jumped into a chair and pretended to be Cross's mother serving food. Close's mother often comes to school because she wants to take Close home. Now I hear that she is ill in bed. Many students know Cross's mother, and everyone laughed when they saw Brandy's posturing. Chloe was furious and suddenly threw the ink bottle at Brandy. Brandy ducked quickly, and the ink bottle hit the gentleman who came in from the outside in the chest.

Everyone fled to their seats, too scared to say anything. Teacher Wang changed his face, went to the teaching desk and asked sharply, "Who?" No one answered. Mr. Wang said in a higher voice, "Who?"

At this time, Caron seemed to pity Cross, suddenly stood up and said firmly, "It's me!" " Mr. Wang stared at Caron, looked at the students who stayed, and said quietly, "Not you."

After a while, he said, "No punishment, the thrower stands up!" " "

Close stood up and cried, "They beat me and bullied me. I was so angry that I threw away the ink bottle unconsciously. "

"okay! Then the bully stands up! According to eugenics, four students stood up and put on their headdresses.

"You bully innocent people! You bully the unfortunate children and the weak! You did the most meaningless and shameful thing! Mean thing! "

With that, Mr. Wang went to Caron's side, put his hand under his cheek, lowered his head, looked into his eyes and said, "Your spirit is noble!" " "

Caron stuck to Mr. Wang's ear and didn't know what to say. Mr. Wang suddenly said to four criminals, "I forgive you." My husband is on the 27th.

My second-grade female husband is scheduled to visit me at home today. Mr. Wang hasn't been to my house for a year, and we are happy to entertain her. Mr. Wang's hat is still covered with a green gauze skirt. His clothes are extremely simple and his hair is not decorated. She has no time to dress up. The red color on her face seems to be lighter than last year, her hair is whiter and she coughs from time to time. Mother asked her:

"So, how is your health? Sir! If you no longer care about your body ... "

"Not at all." Mr. Wang replied with a happy and sad smile on his face.

"Mr. Wang speaks too loudly, and he is too tired for the children." Mother said again.

Really, Mr. Wang's voice is not available when he can't hear clearly. I still remember: Teacher Wang always talked so much that we students didn't even have time to look around. Miss Wang will never forget the students he taught. No matter how many years ago, as long as she taught, she always remembers those names. It is said that she goes to the headmaster every month to ask about their grades. Sometimes I will stand at the school gate and ask the students to show her his composition book when they come to see how he is getting on. Students who have entered middle school often wear long trousers and hang clocks to visit their teachers. Today, Mr. Wang took his classmates to the art exhibition and handed it over to us when he came back. When we were in Mr. Wang's class, every Tuesday, Mr. Wang often took us to the museum and explained all kinds of things to us. Mr. Wang is much weaker than then, but he is still full of energy. He is happy to say anything he meets at school. Two years ago, I was seriously ill in bed and my husband came to visit me. Today, my husband said he wanted to see the bed I slept in, but it was actually my sister's. Mr. Wang looked at it for a while and said nothing. Mr Wang Can can't stay long because he has to see a student. I heard that the son of a saddle maker was lying at home with measles. She is carrying an exercise book that must be corrected tonight. It is said that the hostess of a shop will ask her to learn arithmetic before dinner.

"ah! Amway! " Before leaving, Mr. Wang said to me, "When you can solve the problem and write a long article, will you still love your former wife?" Say, kiss me. Out of the door, I shouted to Ou Yuan: "Please don't forget me! Amway! "

Ah! Dear sir! How can I forget you? When I am an adult, I will definitely remember my husband and I will come to see you at school. Wherever I go, as soon as I hear the voice of a female teacher, I will think of the two years my husband taught me, just like I heard your husband's voice. Ah ah! In those two years, I learned a lot because of my husband! At that time, although Mr. Wang was ill and in poor health, he always cared about us and taught us enthusiastically. She was worried when we were addicted to calligraphy. When the experimental Committee questioned us, she was almost on pins and needles. She was really happy when we wrote clearly. She has always loved me like a mother. How can I forget such a good gentleman! Eighteen days in the slums

Yesterday afternoon, my mother, the maintenance girl and I sent cloth to the poor woman recorded in the newspaper. I took the cloth, and my sister took a note with the woman's address and name written on it. We came to a small pavilion on the roof of a tall house. There was a long corridor and there were many rooms along the corridor. Mother knocked on the door of the last room. The door opened and a young, white and thin woman came out. C is a woman who has been seeing, and her head is often covered with green cloth.

"Are you the man mentioned in the newspaper?" Mom asked.

"Shun, yes."

"Well, here are some cloth, please accept it."

This woman is so happy that she can't seem to say thank you. Then I caught a glimpse of a child, leaning back in a chair, as if writing in that dark room without furniture. Look carefully, it is writing there, the chair is covered with paper, and the ink bottle is on the ground. I want to write in such a dark house. Suddenly I saw the child with red hair and a tattered coat. I suddenly realized that this was the son of Croce, who sold vegetables, and Croce, who had a disabled hand. I told his mother gently while she was packing.

"Be quiet!" Mom said, "If he thinks his mother is from a friend, he will be embarrassed." Be quiet! "

But just then, Cross turned around. I don't know what to do. Close smiled at me. Mom pushed me behind my back, so I went in to stall Cross, and Chloe stood up and shook hands with me.

Close's mother said to my mother:

"I'm just two girls. My husband has been in America for seven years. I'm sick again. You can't choose any more dishes to sell. I have sold out all the tables and other things. It makes it difficult for children to learn, even the small lights can't be lit, and their eyes will get sick. Fortunately, the city hall gave textbooks and notebooks, and they finally managed to get into school. Poor thing! He is happy to go to school, but ... there is no such unfortunate person as me! "

Mother took out all the money in her purse and gave it to her, kissed Cross and almost cried. So he said to me;

"Amway ke! Look at that lovely child! Doesn't he study very hard? Just like you, you don't care about anything, and you say you work hard! Ah! Really! That child's hard work in one day is more valuable than your hard work in one year! Children like that should win the first prize! "