It took a day’s drive, but distance was beside the point. I always enjoyed long journeys in my father’s car with my family. However, things went different that time. We were moving to a new town, not for any tourist destination, but to settle down, for my father had a new job there. My mother, sitting on the passenger seat in the front, was talking with my father. She looked excited for the coming new life. But I was down, feeling nervous about starting a new school life. Entering a new school meant adapting to a completely different environment and meeting new classmates and teachers, which I was not good at.
On my first day at the new school, I felt lost and out of place. The students already knew each other well, and they chatted happily during breaks. I missed my old friends terribly and wished I could go back to my old school. Feeling lonely. I often spent time alone during breaks and after classes, reading books in the library or drawing pictures in the art room. I missed the good days I had with my old friends and longed for that sense of belonging.
As the days went by, I still found it hard to fit in. I was shy and found it difficult to strike up conversations with my classmates. Some of the kids in my class noticed my discomfort and tried to be friendly, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being an outsider. I only had words with my desk mate, Alex, when necessary. Things took a turn for the worse when I knocked off Alex’s water bottle by accident, although I picked up the bottle immediately and apologized to him. He got mad at me and seemed not to forgive me. Soon I found we were avoiding each other.
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However, I was assigned to pair up with Alex to design a poster.
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One day, Mrs. Johnson noticed that the kids seemed to be going through a tough time. They were skipping school, getting into trouble, and seemed lost and directionless. Mrs. Johnson knew that something needed to be done to help these kids, so she decided to take action.
The first thing she did was to invite the kids over for cookies and drinks. They were hesitant at first, but Mrs. Johnson’s warm smile and kind words quickly put them at ease. Over the course of the afternoon, she listened carefully as the kids shared their hopes and dreams, their fears and frustrations. She didn’t judge them or lecture them, but simply offered a listening ea r and a shoulder to lean on.
As the weeks went by, Mrs. Johnson continued to reach out to the kids. She would invite them over for dinner or take them on outings to the park, the library, or the movies. She would encourage them to talk about their interests and talents, and help them find their passions, set goals, and pursue their dreams. Mrs. Johnson became a guiding light for the neighborhood kids.
One of the kids, a boy named David, was particularly talented in music. He had a natural gift for playing the guitar and writing songs, but had never been given the chance to pursue his passion. Mrs. Johnson knew that David’s genius for music was too great to go unnoticed, so she took it upon herself to help David find a way to share his talent with the world.
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Mrs. Johnson contacted the community center and arranged for David to perform at a show.
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After the show, David was full of joy and excitement.
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It was exam time at Marc’s school. Every day, their teachers gave them loads of homework and told them the test was very important and that they ought to spare no effort to perform well in it. Everyone followed the teachers’ instructions and made preparations for it, except Marc. He just turned a deaf ear to it. He thought he would rather play football than study.
His mum and dad repeated the importance of revision for exams over and over again. They told him that he should be working hard preparing for the test. But the weather was sunny and he thought he had better things to do.
“Shall we go to the park?” he said to his friend Huck one afternoon. “It’s a nice day. We could play football and kick around.” Huck shook his head. “I’m supposed to review my lessons,” he said. “I’m going home to do some math.”
Marc was amazed. “You’d rather do math than play football?”
“Math is important. Besides, my mum says she will buy me a mountain bike if I do well in the math exam.”
“That’s crazy,” said Marc. Huck shrugged (耸肩) and replied, “Wait until I beat you in the test and you will watch me riding past on my mountain bike!”
“You won’t beat me,” said Marc.
“Oh yes, I will.”
“Oh no, you won’t! That will never happen. Just wait and see!”
For the first time ever, Marc wanted to perform well. He couldn’t bear it if his friend came top and he did badly. So when he got home, he opened his math book. But there was so much to do. All of a sudden, he felt like he’d forgotten everything he had learned that year! He didn’t know where to start. When his sister Lily came in, he was sitting expressionlessly by the desk, just staring out of the window.
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“You don’t look happy, Marc. What’s wrong?” she said.
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________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________1. 你读过的一本好书；
2. 阅读对你生活的影响。
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Reading Classics, Experiencing life
Every April 23rd is the World Book Day.
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Mark was a successful lawyer. Since graduating from law school, he seldom went home. Although he loved his mother deeply, he was too busy with his work.
One Saturday when driving to his company, Mark suddenly remembered it was his mother’s birthday. But being occupied with his work, he couldn’t make time to visit his mother who lived 200 miles away. Just then, he spotted a flower shop, thinking the flowers were the best solution.
Mark parked in front of the flower shop where a girl was standing outside. Since Mark was thinking about the note he would send to his mother, he paid no attention to her. After chatting with the shop owner, Mark bought some pink roses and asked the shop owner to deliver the flowers to his mother. “Happy birthday to my mom; love you,” he wrote on the note.
Mark then walked out of the shop, thinking his mother would get the flowers later tonight, and felt satisfied. When walking to his car, Mark saw the girl again. She was crying. Mark couldn’t help asking,“Hey, are you OK? Are you lost?” The girl shook her head. Mark later knew the girl was Mandy, who was eight and lived nearby. Feeling a little worried about her, Mark asked gently, “Can I help?”
Mandy said she wanted a rose for her mom. But she couldn’t afford it. “The flower lady said my coins could buy a daisy, but my mom loves red roses,” she added. Touched by the girl’s words, Mark went back into the shop and bought a bunch of red roses.
“Here you go,” he said. Mandy took the roses, smiled brightly, and thanked him. “Anything else I can do for you?“ Mark asked. Mandy hesitated. Then she said, “Could you take me to my mom? It’s not far but I’m not supposed to go on my own.” Mark nodded. “Sure, lead the way!" Mandy took his hand and walked with him down the street. As they passed by a graveyard, Mandy stopped.
To Mark’s surprise, Mandy directly went inside the graveyard.
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After dropping Mandy off by her house, Mark went back to the flower shop.
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On the first day of school, I stared in awe at the huge buildings. This high school was definitely bigger than the one I had previously attended.
This was my second year of high school, but my first year of school in St. Louis. I had decided the night before that I would be much happier in a new school if I made friends that were so-called “popular”. Getting in with the right group of people would make my life a whole lot better. I even bought a new outfit and had my hair styled just so the first day would be perfect.
Scared, yet anxious to begin my new life, I walked up the stairs to the front door. The halls were packed with kids yelling and laughing and telling stories of their summer adventures. My first class was geometry, but where was that?
I was standing in the hall looking confused, when a short, blond girl wearing glasses came up and asked, “Are you new? You look lost. Do you need help? My name is Diane. What’s yours?” Even though she seemed a bit strange, definitely not the kind of person I wanted to be associated with, I decided to answer her anyway. I was, after all, lost.
After exchanging names. I followed her up the stairs and down a hallway on the right, making polite conversation the whole way. When we reached my room she said, “Well, here you are. Welcome to JFK, and I hope your day goes all right.”
I said thanks and waved good-bye. Once inside the classroom, I saw one big group of people huddled around someone who seemed to be telling some sort of story. I walked over and got close enough to overhear. All eyes were glued to the guy in the middle of the circle who was wearing a letter jacket covered with patches. I decided that this guy was popular, so I managed to get a seat right next to him. I said, “Hi, my name is Lisa and I’m new here.” He said, “Johnny.”
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At the end of the class, I turned to him and asked, “I’m not sure where my next class is, could you help me?”
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Just at that time, someone came up and tapped me on the shoulder.
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I was sure everyone in my junior-high drama class saw the paper in my hands shaking when I stood up to audition for a lead role in the annual Christmas play. I was there, not by choice, but because teacher Alice wanted each of us to try out for a part.
As a “good” student, I did what I was asked, even if it was scary. I was small for my age, wore secondhand clothes and cried easily. At school, I was often the object of jokes and laughter and had few friends. I wanted desperately to shrink back into my seat and be invisible. But there I was, on stage. Reading was, at least, something I loved. So, I read.
I finished reading and rushed back to my seat. The spell was broken. I wanted to curl up and disappear. When the teacher read the cast list and called my name, I wasn’t paying attention. No one ever chose me for anything.
“Patty,” she repeated, “you are Star. Come and get your script.”
This is impossible! How can it be? With a pounding heart and cold, sweaty hands, I felt nearly dizzy, but incredibly happy. I walked up unsteadily to get the papers. On returning to my desk, I felt regretful. I should have refused. I felt as if everyone else were looking at and laughing at me. I buried my head in my arms. Gently patting my shoulder, teacher Alice said, “Be confident, Patty. You can do this. I know you can. I’ll help you.” With tears in my eyes, I raised my head and nodded firmly.
So, I practiced every day — while walking to school, at lunchtime, before bedtime, even on weekends. At first, I was worried about forgetting parts of a long monologue that took place in one scene, but I managed to memorize it. I felt more confident after that. At last, it was the day for the show.
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Everything went smoothly until it was my turn to give the long monologue.
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Fighting back tears, I continued my performance.
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The Lost Ball
One day Kaya and I were playing with the ball and the ball went into Taku's house. Though we were scared, we went to his house and asked him if he could return our ball.
He said “No”. We felt helpless. Suddenly, I had an idea. There was a water tank（水箱）behind Taku's house. I looked at it and said, "Kaya, look at this. We can climb up the water tank and jump over the gate."
Kaya agreed, but we were both wearing skirts. We couldn't climb with that.
"It doesn't matter. We can come tomorrow. Don't forget to wear pants." said Kaya.
“Bye,” I said and went home.
The next day I went to Kaya's house early. We were both wearing pants.
"Best of luck!" said Kaya's brother Vijay who knew everything.
He said, “Shout loudly if you need me.”
We went to the water tank. "Who will climb first?" asked Kaya.
“You!” I said.
She agreed.
She climbed down into Taku's house. I followed her and then we were looking under a bed for the ball when we heard a noise.
It was Vijay. “Mother is calling you,” he whispered（悄声地说）.
We hurried and took out the lost ball. But along with the ball was a gold bar! We quickly took both the ball and the gold bar and climbed up the water tank again. When we reached Kaya's house, the TV was on. It was news time.
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I couldn't believe my ears when it said that 20 gold bars were stolen（偷）from a gold shop.
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The police came at once and searched Taku's house.
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I live with my grandmother in Bentong, while my parents live and work in Kuala Lumpur. They usually come home to see us once or twice a month. If they manage to get away, it will be on the weekend, usually arriving very late on Friday night. Everyone has a favorite day, and my favorite day happens to be at the end of the week. So, Saturday is my favorite day of the week for that is the day when I get to see my parents.
It is a joyful feeling just to know that my parents are in the house and sleeping in their room. Early in the morning, I wake up cold, feeling my parents warm body across the bed. I know that my father will be very tired, after driving all the way home after a demanding day at work. So, I keep very quiet, allowing them to get all the rest they need. My mother usually wakes up first. “Where is my big girl?” is her usual greeting, followed by warm hugs and kisses. I will make her a cup of black coffee, just the way she likes it, and we will sit on the balcony, sharing our experiences since we last met. This is my favorite part of the day, pouring out my heart to my mum, my closest confidante.
When my father finally wakes up, we go out for breakfast. It is usually dim sum (点心), my father’s favorite breakfast food. This is a joyful family time. My father’s jokes never fail to make us roar with laughter. Sometimes, my grandmother will tell my parents the news concerning our other relatives, including their illnesses or bad behavior. My father will comfort her and try to encourage her to be patient and happy. When my grandmother gets into this mood, I would be upset inside because I wonder whether she will mention my misdeeds. Fortunately, my parents are both understanding, and try to keep our breakfast a light-hearted occasion.
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In the afternoon, we often go to the supermarket to buy household necessities.
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Actually, nothing very exciting happens on Saturdays when my parents come home.
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My little sister, Donna, turned six, and she started copying my every move!
“What are you doing?” she asked my friend Maya and me one Saturday morning.
“We're making earrings,” Maya said, pointing to a photo in the craft page of her magazine.
Donna plopped (扑通) down next to us at the table. “May I make one too?”“ Um...”I paused.
“Sure!” Maya said. Donna squeezed in so close to me that I could hardly see what I was doing.
“Can you give me a little more room? You are blocking me from the beads.” I said.
“I'm just trying to see what you're doing.” Donna said.
“Well, you don't need to see exactly what I'm doing.” I told her. “You can make your own design.”
“I am!” she said. She was using the same colors of beads and string and everything that I was using.
Having finished the earrings, Maya suggested we get her guitar to make up songs for our band.
“Excellent idea!” I said. “Let's go to the backyard where we can have some privacy.”
When Donna didn't say anything, I thought she must have gotten the clue. But 10 minutes later, she showed up.
“Sorry I'm late, but I couldn't find my tambourine (铃鼓).” said Donna. “It was in the basket that my kitten
Charlie was sleeping in. Isn't that so funny? Maybe, we should invite Charlie to be in our band!”
“Our band?” I said. “Since when is this our band? You're constantly following me like a shadow, and I'm tired of it.”
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Hearing what I said, Donna got a super-surprised look.
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I came up with a plan that I hoped would help.
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