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I also learned other stories of Claudius from The Education of Love. For example: ... is there anything else besides the little mason? Please kindly help.
My friend Clety's thirteenth day.

My father forgave me, and I am still sad. Mother sent me out and let me and the porter's son go for a walk by the river. They were walking by the river. They came to a shop. A truck was parked at the door. They heard someone calling me. I looked back and it turned out to be my classmate Coleti. Sweating profusely, he carried firewood with alacrity. The man standing in the van handed him firewood, but Lydia took it and transported it to his shop, and piled it together in a hurry.

"Colette, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Don't you see?" He reached for the firewood and answered me. "I'm reviewing my lessons!" He went on to say.

I smiled, but Colette carefully read in her mouth: "The flexible use factor of verbs varies from person to person." While carrying a bundle of firewood, she put it down and piled it up: "It changes with the time she moves." Get firewood from the car. "It changes because of the way she shows her movements."

This is tomorrow's grammar review. "I'm too busy! My father is on a business trip and my mother is ill in bed, so I have to do something. Read grammar while doing it. Today's grammar is very difficult, so I can't remember it well anyway. -Father said he would come back at seven o'clock to pay. " He said to the delivery man.

The van is gone. "Please come in!" Coleti said.

I went into the shop, which was spacious, full of firewood and hung with scales.

"Today is really a busy day, really! I have never been free. I was about to write my composition when the guests came. After the guests left, they began to write, just as the van came. " I went to the firewood market twice today, and my legs were as numb as oak sticks and my hands were hard. If I want to draw, I can't do it well. With that, he swept away the dead leaves and firewood scattered around with a broom.

"Colette, where are you studying?" I asked.

"It's not here. Come and see! " He led me to the small room at the back of the shop, which was almost a kitchen and dining room with books, notebooks and written compositions on the table. "Here it is! I haven't finished asking the second question-something made of leather. There are boots, belts-you have to add another one-and fur robes. " He has a pen and his handwriting is clear.

"hello?" There was a shout from outside, so the buyer came. Coleti replied, "Please come in!" Jumped out, weighed the firewood, calculated the money, and recorded it in the old sales book in the corner. He came in again: "I must finish this composition quickly." Holding a pen, he continued to write: "Travel bag, soldier's backpack-eyah! The coffee is on! " Run to the heater and take off the coffee bottle: "This is mom's coffee. I learned to make coffee. Wait a minute, let's take it to mom's house. Mom must be very happy. Mother has been lying in bed this week. Li, the change of verbs-my hand was burned several times by this coffee pot-what should I write after Bingtu's backpack? -I have to write more-I can't think of it at the moment-and I have to find my mother! "

Coleti opened the door and I went into the small room with him. Mother is lying on a big bed with a white headscarf on her head.

"ah! Good buddy! Have you come to see me? " Colette's mother looked at me and said.

Coleti laid a pillow for her mother, straightened the quilt, added coal to the stove and drove away the cat lying on the box.

"Mom, don't drink?" But Lydia said, taking the cup from her mother. "Did you drink the medicine? If it's over, let me go to the drugstore again. The firewood has been unloaded. At four o'clock, roast meat. If the butter seller passes by, return these eight coppers to him. I'll take care of everything, so you don't have to bother. "

"Thanks to you! You can go now. Pay attention to everything. " His mother said so and insisted that I eat a piece of sugar cube. Coleti showed me a picture of his father. His father is wearing a military uniform with a medal hanging on his chest. It is said that he got it under the water and fertilizer of Prince Wenpei. Looks exactly like Coleti, with lively eyes and a happy smile.

We went back to the kitchen. "I got it!" Colette continued to write in her notebook. "-saddle is made of leather-do it at night. I have to stay up late today. You are so happy that you have time to study hard and leisure to go for a walk. " He ran out of the shop again, put the firewood on the stage and saw it with a saw:

"This is my gymnastics. But it is different from the gymnastics of' hands forward'. Before my father came back, I sawed firewood to make him happy. What I hate most is writing like a snake with a saw in my hand. But there is nothing to think about, so I have to tell the truth in front of my husband. -Mom, get well soon! I feel much better today. I'm so happy! As soon as the cock crows tomorrow, get up and prepare grammar. -Electronic yo-yo! Chai is coming again. Go and move! "

A van full of firewood stopped in front of the shop. Colette got on the bus and came back: "I can't accompany you anymore." See you tomorrow. It's so nice of you to come. Bye, bye, have a nice walk. You are so happy! " He squeezed my hand, still walking between the shop and the car, blushing like a mask, quick and refreshing.

"You are so happy!" He told me, but he didn't. Colette. Actually, it is not. You are happier than me. Because you can study hard and work hard; Can do my best for your parents. You are a hundred times better than me and a hundred times braver than me! Good friends!

Nelly's protector number 23

Nelly, hunchbacked, was also watching the soldiers marching yesterday. His expression was pitiful, as if to say, "I can't be a soldier." Nelly is a good boy with good grades. She is thin and weak, and even seems to have difficulty breathing. His mother is a short white woman who always comes to pick up her son after school. At first, other students laughed at Nelly, and some people touched his prominent back with purses. Nelly didn't resist or tell his mother what people thought of him as a plaything. No matter how teased, he just leaned back in his seat and cried silently.

One day, Caron suddenly jumped out and said to everyone:

"You touch Nelly again! I slapped him in the face and made him turn three times! "

Brandi doesn't believe this. He really tasted Caron's old fist and made three turns with one punch. From then on, no one dared to play tricks on Nelly. Mr. Wang knows that so Caron and Nelly can sit at the same table. They are very close, and Nelly loves Caron very much. When he goes to the classroom, it is necessary to check whether Caron has arrived. He never said "Goodbye Caron" when he went back. So is Caron. Nelly's pen and books fell to the ground. Caron doesn't want to resist and struggle. He immediately leaned down to help him, helped him everywhere, or put his utensils in his bag, or took his coat. Nelly often looks at Caron, and when she hears Mr. Wang praise Caron, she is as happy as she praises herself. Later, it seems that Nelly told her mother that she was teased and sobbed, thanks to the protection of a friend. Something happened at school today: Miss Wang took me to the principal's office on business, and a little white woman in black happened to come. This is Nelly's mother.

"Mr. President, did my son have Caron in the first grade?" She asked.

"yes." The headmaster replied.

"I have something to say to him. Can you give him a call? "

The headmaster ordered the janitor to call Caron. Soon, the long, big head with short hair appeared between the doorframes. He didn't know why he was told to be surprised. As soon as the woman saw him, she jumped over. Bend your wrist over his shoulder and don't kiss his forehead;

"You are Caron! Is my son's best friend! Help my son! It is you! What a brave man! It's you! " Then, I hurriedly touched my pocket and took out my wallet. I couldn't find anything at the moment, so I took the chain with a small cross from my neck and put it around Caron's neck:

"Give this to you as a souvenir! -In memory of Nelly's mother, she thanked you and kept praying for you! Please hang up! "