The one who knows all the Eight Virtues Story ! I want the vernacular version, not the Chinese one!

Mr. Zhou worked overtime, but he worked hard, and he was worried about saving the order and being comfortably exposed by Dou.

Mr. Zhou is working overtime, a certain envoy is hard, pay attention to scare your body, and the quilt is comfortable!!

Self-reflection is most needed in life, if.

Look still.

Comparatively complete.

She's tall and nothing striking, but she has a heart of gold. She is my tablemate, Li Yan.

On the second day of the semester, my teacher asked me to sit at the same table with her. At first, I didn't care, a yellow-haired girl, how can she compare to my dignified manhood.

The next day, after school in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my language book while playing on the playground. I'm anxious like an ant on a hot pot, because one-third of a semester is a Chinese class, and now I have lost my language books, but what should I do?

In the morning reading class, I stood in front of my desk, staring blankly at the blackboard. At this time, the tablemate seemed to have discovered something, stretched out the hand of friendship, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Go ahead? A tough man, disgrace! Don't say it, right?

And stuffy in my heart. Forget it! She is a member of the brigade, so she should report her thoughts:

Nothing, the language book is lost! "Nothing? The other party looked surprised.

Then, she picked up the textbook and put it down, repeatedly. The devil knows what medicine is sold in the gourd. She hesitated for a moment and handed me the book:

Books for you. Don't be fussy in the future. "What, give it to me?

I couldn't believe my ears. The yellow-haired girl I used to look down on can actually say this. "What......What, give it to me, how can you ......What to do?

It took me half a day to squeeze out a few words. "It doesn't matter, I have a solution. "So what about today?

Then take a look. So we both started reading in earnest.

After the last class, I quietly tucked the book into her bag. However, when I got home, I opened my school bag, and the language books were neatly lying in my bag, and my eyes were moist.

The next morning, she was reading an old book with her. After class, I opened the old book and saw that the cover had been torn, the upper corner of the page was turned inward, the spine was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged new books with her, but she didn't agree.

At noon, I noticed that she was copying something on the table. Strange, no homework in the morning? She's doing all the hell she does.

I walked over, and ah! She was copying two of the missing texts there. She read a sentence on the book, and copied it on the white paper the size of the page, and what came into my ears was the sound of "rustling" writing, and what appeared in front of my eyes was the neat and beautiful lines.

Tired, she shook her arms and picked them up again. I was a little distracted and decided to take it for copying, but she politely declined. After copying it, she took out the paste and glued the paper on, and sewed it vigorously one by one.

Jingle bells ......When class came, she picked up the old book and listened attentively. For a moment, my throat was choked by the strong feelings aroused in my heart, and I was moved by the love of this classmate, and burst into tears of happiness and pride.