Suddenly i wanted to write about that,about the warmth and good feeling of it ,but i wanted to put it down simply for my own joy ,not for Mr.Fleagle. It was moment i wanted to recapture and hold for myself .i wantde ,however,would violate all the rules of
formal composition I'd learned in school ,and Mr.Fleagle would surely give it a failing grade.Never mind . i would write something else for Mr.Fleagle after i had written this thing for myself
"This is a good part here ,"i said "where it says Your friendship over the years has meant an awful lot to me , more than i can say because i'm not good at saying things like that. "i found myself nodding in agreement ."That must have made you feel good,didn't it?"
"I mow your lawn ,"he said again,then walked away . i went into my
house unhappy .Yes ,these Depression days were difficult ,but how could i turn away a person who had come to me for help
Tony did not begin on the bottom rung of the ladder.He began in the basement .Tony 's affairs were tint;the greatest industrialists'saffirs were gaint. But .after all ,the balance sheets were exactly the same .The only difference was the where you put the decimal point.
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