【推荐2】Dunhuang, a city in Gansu Province, has a history of more than two thousand years. The city was once an important stop on the ancient Silk Road. Since the fourth century, Chinese people have carved (雕刻) caves along the mountain cliffs (悬崖). However, because of dry weather and the development of tourism, this world-famous treasure has been in danger. Luckily, one woman has taken the lead in protecting Dunhuang. Her name is Fan Jinshi. Her efforts have given her the name “Daughter of Dunhuang.”

Fan discovered her love for Dunhuang while studying at Peking University. After graduation, she was sent to work in Dunhuang. ▲ The tables, chairs and bed were made of mud (泥巴). The windows were made of paper. And there were mice everywhere. But the ancient remains in the Mogao Caves amazed Fan. She decided to get over the difficulties and protect them as well as she could.

Over the past 60 years, Fan has walked through Mogao Caves countless times. She has carefully studied every cave. To popularize Dunhuang culture, she has helped organize many successful exhibitions of Dunhuang art. “During the day, I think about Dunhuang. At night, I dream about it. I’ll do everything I can for Dunhuang,” she once said. Now at the age of 85, Fan is as busy as ever. She is still working hard to protect the caves.

Peking University, the place where dreams begin, is also the place where dreams are passed on. Fan donated (捐赠) ten million yuan to Peking University for Dunhuang studies last year. She hopes young people will find better ways to popularize Dunhuang.

【推荐1】Then they heard a noise. They were very frightened. It was a voice. They saw a light. Then they saw three men. The boys thought they were devils. They were even more frightened than before.

Then Huckleberry recognized (认出) the voice. It was old Muff Potter. Then Tom recognized another voice. It was Injun Joe.

“What are they doing?” whispered Huckleberry.

They saw the face of the third man. It was young Dr. Robinson.

Muff Potter and Injun Joe had a wheelbarrow (独轮手推车) and some rope and spades (铲子). They began to open Hoss Williams’s grave (墓). They were stealing(偷) his body.

“Hurry up!” ordered Dr. Robinson.

They dug down and got Hoss’s body out of the grave. They put it in the wheelbarrow. They told Dr. Robinson to give them more money. He wouldn’t, and they began to fight. Dr. Robinson hit Muff Potter with a piece of wood, but Injun Joe took the knife that Muff had dropped and killed Dr. Robinson with it. The two boys were hiding behind a tree and saw it all. They stayed very quiet. They were afraid that Injun Joe might kill them, too. They saw Injun Joe looking at the two men on the ground, and then a cloud covered the moon.

It was dark. The two boys ran away as quietly and quickly as they could.

Injun Joe put the knife in Muff Potter’s hand and waited. Muff woke up.

“You’ve killed him,” said Injun Joe.

Muff looked at the doctor. He looked at the blood. He saw his knife. He believed Injun Joe.

“I won’t tell anybody,” said Injun Joe.

Muff Potter was very thankful that he had such a good friend!

The two boys ran so fast that they seemed to fly. They ran into an old building and closed the door. They decided they should say nothing about what they saw. If they told anybody about Injun Joe, he might come and kill them. Tom wrote on a piece of wood:

“Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer agree they will never talk about this. If they do, they hope to drop down dead.”

【推荐3】In the next few days, Mary spent almost all her time in the garden. The fresh air from the moor made her hungry, and she was becoming stronger and healthier. One day she noticed the robin(知更鸟) again. He was on top of a wall, singing to her. “Good morning! Isn’t this fun! Come this way!” he seemed to say, as he hopped along the wall. Mary began to laugh as she danced along beside him. “I know the secret garden is on the other side of this wall!” she thought excitedly. “And the robin lives there! But where’s the door?”

That evening she asked Martha to stay and talk to her beside the fire after supper. They could hear the wind blowing round the old house, but the room was warm and comfortable. Mary only had one idea in her head.

“Tell me about the garden,” she said.

“Well, all right then, Miss, but we aren’t supposed to talk about it, you know. It was Mrs. Craven’s favourite garden, and she and Mr. Craven used to take care of it themselves. They spent hours there, reading and talking. They were very happy. They used the branch of an old tree as a seat. But one day when she was sitting on the branch, it broke, and she fell. She was very badly hurt and the next day she died. That’s why he hates the garden so much, and won’t let anyone go in there.”

“How sad!” said Mary. “Poor Mr. Craven!” It was the second time that she had ever felt sorry for anyone.

Just then, as she was listening to the wind outside, she heard another noise, in the house. “Can you hear a child crying?” she asked Martha.

Martha looked confused. “Er-no,” she replied. “No, I think ... it must be the wind.”

But at that moment, the wind blew open their door and they heard the crying very clearly.

“I told you!” cried Mary.

At once Martha shut the door. “It was the wind,” she repeated. But she did not speak in her usual natural way, and Mary did not believe her.