Current location - Training Enrollment Network - Books and materials - May I sit here?
May I sit here?
I look at spiders and butterflies. I see caterpillars and moths. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who notices these things. But if it weren't for the crowded cafeteria, I would never have noticed Valerie. After all, I'm not looking for new friends.

I watch spiders and butterflies, and I study caterpillars and moths. Sometimes, I think I'm the one who cares about these things. If it weren't for the crowded cafeteria, I would never have noticed Valerie. After all, I haven't found any new friends.

Valerie is a new student. She bowed her head, curled up the book on her chest and walked to the classroom. Only when the teacher asks her questions does he speak. After staying in our school for a month, she didn't make any friends. During the break, she sat on a bench and read a book. If you ask her who she is, you will get the answer, "She is on my physical education class, and I can't remember her name."

Valerie is a new student. She always holds books on her chest and walks into the classroom with her head down. Only when the teacher asks her questions will she speak. She has been in our school for a month and hasn't made any friends yet. During the break, she sat on a bench and read a book. If you want to know who she is, you will probably get the answer: "I went to physical education class with her, but I can't remember her name."

One day at lunch, I had nowhere to sit. Most tables are full, and my friends are scattered among them. But Valerie was sitting alone, book in hand, and I walked to her.

One day, at lunch, the table was almost full. I have nowhere to sit, and all my friends are scattered. But Valerie sat there alone with a book. So I walked up to her.

"May I sit here?" I asked.

"May I sit here?" I asked.

"Of course," she said.

"Of course." She said.

The cafeteria was noisy, but we kept silent. Valerie doesn't seem to mind, but it drives me crazy. I racked my brains to say something.

It was noisy in the restaurant, but we were always quiet. Valerie doesn't seem to care, but I can't stand it. I racked my brains to find something to say.

"So," I said, "is that a good book?" Valerie nodded and went on reading. "What is it about?" After a few seconds of silence, I asked. She looked at me with sparkling eyes.

"Well, isn't that a good book?" Valerie nodded gently and went on reading. "What did you write?" I asked. After an irritating silence, she finally looked at me with a strange look.

"Well, it's called Eragon, and it's about a dragon! One day, the boy named Eragon found the dragon egg when he was hungry. He thinks it's a stone! When the egg hatched, Eragon hid the dragon from his cousin and uncle until it became too big. "

"Well, it's called Dragon Knight, and it's about a dragon! One day, a boy named Ergen found a dragon egg while hunting. He thought it was a stone, but the dragon egg hatched into a dragon. Ergen is afraid that his uncle and cousin will find out and hide the dragon until it grows up. "

"That sounds cool." I said. I was about to ask her another question, but the bell rang.

"That sounds really good." I said. I wanted to ask another question, but the bell rang.

When I rushed out of the cafeteria, I shouted to Valerie, "See you later."

When I rushed out of the restaurant, I shouted to her, "Goodbye."

"Yes," she said. "See you later." She sounded suspicious.

"All right," she said. "Goodbye." Her voice died away.

A few days later, I found Valeri looking for a place to have lunch.

A few days later, I found Valerie looking for a place to sit down and eat.

"Valeri, come here." I pointed to an empty chair.

Valerie, come here. I pointed to an empty seat and said.

She sat down and took out her book. Everyone is talking about the talent show next week. "So, what have you prepared for this program?" My friend Irene asked my friend Kelly.

She sat down and took out her book. Everyone was talking about the talent show next week. "What are you going to perform?" My friends Irene and Kelly are chatting.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe nothing," Kelly sighed. "What are you doing?" She pointed to Valerie.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe I'll give up," Kelly sighed. "What about you?" She asked Valerie.

"Oh." Valerie put down her book. "I don't know. It may be nothing. "

"Oh," Valerie put down the book, "I don't know, maybe it's nothing."

A week has passed. Before I knew it. I sat in the auditorium and listened to a group of girls singing the latest pop songs at the talent show. I'm tired of my life, and I want it to end, so that I can read Eragon. I looked it up in the library, and then a shy girl walked onto the stage. I recognized her immediately. Valerie has a violin in one hand and a bow in the other.

Unconsciously, the weekend is coming. I sat in the auditorium, listening to a group of girls singing the most popular songs at the moment, but I felt bored. I really hope the singing will be over soon, so that I can watch the Dragon Knight. I found this book in the library. At this moment, a shy girl stepped onto the stage, and I immediately recognized her-Valerie. She has a violin in one hand and a bow in the other.

She began to play. These notes form a soft tune. Then it turns fast, and then faster. The music stopped completely before the tune was restored. Valerie ended the song with a strong, fast and loud note. It was not until we realized that the music had ended that the auditorium was completely quiet. Still in a semi-trance state, we burst into applause. Valerie bowed quickly and walked off the stage.

She began to play the violin. Every note becomes a soft and beautiful melody, and the rhythm is gradually accelerated. The more she played, the more anxious she was, and the music came to an abrupt end. The music quieted down after Valerie played a series of tough, fast and loud notes. The hall was strangely quiet, and after a while, we realized that she had finished playing. We were still intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and gave her thunderous applause. Valerie made a quick bow and walked off the stage.

I smiled to myself. Valerie is not just a "quiet girl". She knows some great books and plays the violin, which I have never heard of. When you look carefully, she is like a night pearl or a butterfly, beautiful and amazing.

I smiled to myself. It turns out that Valerie is more than just a "quiet girl". She reads wonderful books and plays violin music that I have never heard before. She is like that caterpillar or butterfly. When you get close to her, you will find that she has amazing beauty.