All my friends know that I love books. I love the ________ of books and the smell of them. They can take me to another time and place. They can ________ me new things. My dream is to open my own bookshop in a historic city. The city is full of book lovers.

In my bookshop, there will ________ thousands of books waiting for people to pick out. My bookshop will have over ten rooms with some seats. Readers will ________ and read their favourite books. They can just enjoy the wonderful ________ in my bookshop. If someone has no idea what kind of books he wants to read, the ________ staff(工作人员)at the bookshop will be happy ________ him find the best book. I will also have a small cafe next to my book- shop. People can enjoy delicious food and ________ while reading books.

This is the perfect bookshop in my mind. I have made a list of names for my dreaming bookshop. When I find a perfect place and get enough ________, I will start my bookshop. I believe this dream will soon ________. Can you tell me what about yours?

I once read a story. An Australian woman lived in China for many years. Back in Australia, she used an umbrella to keep herself out of the sun. Suddenly, a man driving by shouted out to her, “It’s not raining, dear!”

I’m sure this won’t happen in China. So why did he say this to the lady?

In Australia, people like to sunbath on the beach. They want their skin to get tanned(晒黑的). In general, Australians feel that having tanned skin shows that you are healthy and outgoing. This is a common idea across the Western world.

But in China, it is the opposite. Many people don’t want to get tanned. They feel that the sun is bad for their skin and they want to have a lighter skin color. My Chinese friends have given me an umbrella many times when I didn’t have one. But I just wanted to get some sunshine!

So, it seems that this comes down to the culture of beauty. The truth is that all skin is beautiful. So, love your skin, whatever the color is.

Once upon a time there were two boys named Ankit and Himanshu. They were good friends. As time went by, they grew up and would move into different countries to work. Before they left, they met at a restaurant for the last time and made a decision to meet each other at the same place 10 years later.

Time flew and the day they both agreed to meet arrived. The clock was striking (敲响)10 in late November. It was dark outside. A man wearing an overcoat was waiting at the door of the restaurant. He was Himanshu.

Then here came a policeman. He asked Himanshu why he stood here. Himanshu told him his story with Ankit. Just then, a light fell on Himanshu and the policeman saw his face. The policeman said nothing and left.

After a while, a man came towards Himanshu. “Are you Ankit?” asked Himanshu. The man said “yes.” Then they talked about their life and enjoyed their dinner. In the conversation, Himanshu found the man said something about their past life was wrong! “You’re not Ankit! Who are you?” asked Himanshu angrily. After hearing this, the man jumped up and caught Himanshu. He was a policeman, too. He gave Himanshu a note: