Mrs. Jones was a teacher. Her house was near from her school. And she often walked there in the morning. One cold and windy (风) morning, she walked to school. The wind went into her eyes and big tears (眼泪) began to run out of them. She reached (到达) to school, opened the door and went into the classroom. It was nice and warm in the classroom. She was happy. But then a small boy looked at her for some time, put his arms round her and said, "Don't cry, teacher, school isn't very bad."
