Jack Smith is my best friend. He is 12 years old. He is from America. 他最喜欢的运动是足球。He likes basketball, too. He likes swimming very much. He often goes swimming with his father at weekends, he thinks it is very interesting. He can speak Chinese, but he can’t write in Chinese. Jack Smith doesn't like English, he thinks it is too difficult. Jack has got a big family. He lives with his grandpa, grandma, father, mother, brother, and sister. Jack's mother always makes a big dinner for the family on Saturday evening. They are a happy family!

My mother is an English teacher in a junior high school in Chongqing. She is 40 years old. She has big eyes and a big mouth. Her nose is big, too. She has long black hair.

I have a sister. Her name is Zhang Ying. She is eight. She is a student. She has a round face and black hair. Her eyes and mouth are small, but her nose is big.

I’m Zhang Yang. I’m a tall girl. I’m thirteen. I have a long face, big eyes, a small nose and a wide mouth. I’m a junior high school student in No.1 School.

My mom, my sister and I are in the same school. I like my school very much.

Hi! I saw your blog on the Internet and I (A) would like to be your e-friend. My name is Jason. I’m 12 years old. I’m tall. I have short black hair.

I live in a flat in Beijing with my parents. My dad is an engineer (B) ______ my mother is an English teacher.

My school is far away (C) ______ our home. I go to school by bus. My favorite subject is Maths. I like my school and I have (D) lots of friends there.

(E) 我喜欢在闲暇时间放风筝。 My favorite sports are volleyball and football.

(F) I hope to hear from you soon.

Best wishes,

Jason

If our eyes only saw souls instead of bodies, how differently would we understand the meaning of beauty?

Our house was across the street from a big hospital, so we rented our empty upstairs rooms to outpatients. One evening, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly sick-looking man.

His face looked terrible-it was swollen and red. Yet his voice was pleasant. He told me that he came for treatment and that had been hunting for a spare room since noon, but no one would give him one because of his face. For a moment I hesitated, but he said he would be happy to just sleep on our porch. I agreed.

The old man had a huge heart inside his tiny body. He told me that he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her crippled husband. He didn’t complain while telling me his story. He was grateful that he didn’t feel any pain from his disease, which was seemingly a form of skin cancer.

The next morning, he said, “Can I come back and stay the next time I need treatment?” I told him he was welcome to come again. On his next trip, as a gift, he brought a big fish and some large oysters. In the years that he stayed with us, there was never a time that he did not bring us gifts like these.

My neighbor warned me that I could lose potential renters by putting up the old man after he left the first morning.

Maybe we did lose renters once or twice. But if only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear. I know our family always will be grateful to have known him, from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude.