【推荐2】Since I was born and brought up in a rural town, I have a great interest in nature. Using the chance of studying abroad in my second year at college, I decided to go to Canada just because I wanted to see the beautiful phenomena there. So after I finished the study, I went to Yellowknife in the Northwest. I clearly remember the sixth night in Yellowknife. Suddenly my host mother came to my room around 8 p. m. and told me to change clothes and go outside quickly carrying her camera.

The northern lights were flickering (闪烁)in the sky! I was amazed and just stood there with my mouth open. I forgot to take pictures of the mysterious lights.

Since that night, whenever it was sunny, I went outside at night and looked at the sky. It was so cold that my hands and feet were numb with cold. Actually, the time of my being able to be out was limited. I had to bring her camera back to the house in one hour at the most, for the camera was going to be broken because of the cold temperature.

As I took pictures of the northern lights, I came to find a characteristic movement of the lights. They first appear in the north part of the sky and then they gradually come down to the south. After that, suddenly, they come in the middle of the north and south only for a while, which is the time when the best northern lights can be seen. Since it is only a few seconds for the northern lights to come down to the middle of the sky, it is very hard to get good pictures.

The stronger the sun acts, the better and stronger northern lights flicker in the sky. That’s because they occur from the collision(碰撞)between atmospheric gases and solar wind. Much more solar wind comes to the earth when the sun is active, leading to the best northern lights.

【推荐3】“Color, color, color!” are the words of artist Eric Carle. Eric is like the king in the world of children’s books. He has written over 70 children’s books. His most famous book, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, is common on children’s bookshelves all over the world. What most people don’t know is that Eric also makes art for adults, which is called “ArtArt”. People didn’t know about it, because he didn’t show it to the public until he was 84 years old!

Like Eric’s children’s books, his “ArtArt” is full of bright and clear color. He says he loves colors so much because he missed it during the war in Germany. Eric was born in New York in 1929, but moved to Germany with his family when he was 6. When he was 10, World War II began. He noticed that all the houses and buildings in his town were painted gray, brown or dark green. It was a sad time, and it seemed like there was no color anywhere.

At the end of the war, “when color came back”, Eric explains, “I just loved it so much. I keep saying that I wish our eyes could see more color. Color is a very important part of my work.”

That’s true. Eric paints bright colors on paper, cuts out shapes, and then glues them onto another piece of paper. This method is called collage (拼贴艺术). In fact, it is what led Eric to his “ArtArt”.

Eric’s “ArtArt” includes large collages as well as paintings, photographs and even costumes. In all these works, he uses all kinds of colors-everything from purple to light green to orange. Now that’s a lot of color!

【推荐1】“Fire! Fire!” What terrible words to hear when one wakes up in a strange house in the middle of the night! It was a large, old, wooden house and my room was on the top floor. I jumped out of bed, opened the door and stepped outside the house. It was full of thick smoke.

I began to run, but as I was still only half-awake, instead of going towards the stairs I went in the opposite direction. The smoke grew thicker and I could see fire all around. The floor became hot under my bare feet. I found an open door and ran into a room to get to the window. But before I could reach it, one of my feet caught in something soft and I fell down. The thing I had fallen over felt like a bundle of clothes, and I picked it up to protect my face from the smoke and heat. Just then the floor gave way under me and I crashed to the floor below with pieces of burning wood all around me.

I saw a doorway in fire, then I put the bundle over my face and ran. My feet burned me terrible, but I got through. As I reached the cold air outside, my bundle of clothes gave a thin cry, I nearly dropped it in my surprise. Then I was in a crowd gathered in the street. A woman in a night-dress and a borrowed man’s coat screamed as she saw me and came running madly. She was the Mayor’s wife, and I had saved her baby.

【推荐2】In the morning when we arrived on foot at Dunmont the d'Urville, the French scientific base on the Adelie coast of east Antarctica, we had to break up a thin layer of ice that had formed over the hole we had drilled the day before. The hole went right through the ten-foot-thick iceberg. It was just wide enough for a man and below it lay the sea. We had never tried to dive through such a small opening. I went first. Pushing and pulling with hands, knees, heels and tips on my swim fins, I moved through the hole.

The bottom surface of the sea ice is a thick mixture of floating ice blocks and my fall had set them in motion. They were meeting on the holes as if it had been an upside-down drain(排水管). By the time I pushed one arm into the icy blocks, it was three feet thick.Grabbing the safety rope, I was scared and pulled myself up inch by inch, but my shoulders got stuck. Suddenly I was astonished by a sharp blow on the head: Cedril Gentil, one of my dive companions was trying to dig me out and his spade had struck my skull(头盖骨). Finally, a hand grabbed mine and dragged me into the air. Today's dive was over—— but it was only one of 32.

I have come here with another photographer, Vincent Munier at the invitation of film maker Luc Jacquet, who's working on a sequel (续集) to his 2005 accomplishment,March of the Penguins. While Jacquet films emperor penguins and Munier photographs them, my team will document life under the sea ice.

I've worked for decades as the deep diving photographer at first in the Mediterranean Sea, where I learned to dive thirty years ago. Later, a passion for new mysteries took me elsewhere. I have dived to 400 feet of South Africa to photograph rare coelacanths（ a large fish） and for 24 straight hours off Fakarava, in French Polynesia, to witness the pairing of 17,000 groupers. But this exploration to Antarctica is unlike any other. Here we will be diving deeper than anyone has dived before under Antarctic ice —— and the conditions will be beyond harsh.

【推荐3】Steve is James and John’s big brother. One day, when their mum left for work, James and John started crying. They didn’t want her to leave. Steve tried to stop them crying and said, “Let’s play hide-and-seek (捉迷藏). You hide and I’ll count to ten. Then I’ll try to find you.” Steve found James under a chair and John behind a door. They played over and over again. Each time, the two boys hid in the same places. Finally, Steve felt too bored with the game. “Let’s take the dog for a walk,” he said.

When Steve walked the dog, he found James and John were running in the street. He thought it was so dangerous. Then he had an idea. “Anyone who walks back to the house with me can have some snacks!” Steve shouted.

At home, the boys ate some cookies and got ready for a sleep. James and John wanted a story. Steve told them the story about the little red hen. When their mum returned home, she was pleased to find the three sleeping boys.