1 . 假设你是红星中学高三学生李华，请根据以下四幅图的先后顺序，写一篇英文周记，记述你们上周接待外国学生，带领他们体验中国茶文化的全过程。

注意：词数不少于60。

(请务必将作文写在答题卡指定区域内)

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When I was young, my mum had a hard time. Five years earlier, my Dad drowned. The burden to raise us kids only fell on my mum’s shoulders. Because Dad had no pension, there was not much money. Thus, we went on relief (救济), now called social assistance.

Looking back, I realize what Mum went through, sending us kids to school. Every morning she would put a new piece of cardboard in our shoes, because our soles were worn out. Constant moving was typical for my family in these times. I still remember that once the rent for a house was twenty-five dollars a month. But Mum couldn’t pay it, and we knew we would be evicted right after Christmas on the first of January.

Unexpectedly, when Christmas was approaching, we received a twenty-five dollar Christmas fund for social services. Mum said that instead of buying food, she would use the money to pay rent, assuring us all of a roof over our heads for a little while longer. She told us then there would be nothing for Christmas.

I had a secret that was unknown to Mum. I had been selling Christmas trees, and doing odd jobs to earn enough money to buy a new pair of comfortable boots for myself.

Well, the big day came on the afternoon of the Christmas Eve. I was very excited. But on the way to the boots store, I noticed a house with Christmas lights and decorations. It was then that I realized at our house, we had no lights, no decorations, nor turkey or ham for Christmas. I felt very sad.

I was eleven years old, and I was feeling a strange sense of guilt. Here I was going to buy a new pair of boots while Mum was home in tears. She would be trying to explain to us why there were no presents. So finally, I bought a turkey, ham, oranges and all the Christmas treats with my hard-earned money.

Later, with great excitement in my eyes, I knocked on the door. When my mum opened the door, some of the groceries fell onto the floor, and she just stood there surprised. Holding back the tears, I said, “Merry Christmas Mother!”

I did a lot of explaining as we unpacked all the food. That day I got enough hugs and kisses from Mum. She said I had grown up.

5 . At the age of seven, while his friends were spending their allowances on candy and toys, Jose Adolfo Quisocola, Peru, came up with the creative idea of an eco-bank which allows kids of all ages to become economically independent and financially wise while helping the environment.

Established in 2012, The Bartselana Student Bank is the world’s first cooperative bank for kids. Whoever wants to join has to bring in at least 5 kilograms (11 pounds) of solid waste (paper or plastic) and establish a savings goal. Once accepted, all bank “partners” are required to deposit at least one additional kilogram (2* 2 pounds) of recydables on a monthly basis and obey other requirements, such as attending financial education and environmental management workshops. The waste accumulated is sold to local recycling companies, who, thanks to some clever negotiation by Jose, pay a higher-than-market rate for everything brought in by Bartselana Student Bank members. The funds received are placed in the individual’s account where they collect until his/her savings goal is reached. The account holder can then withdraw his/her money, or choose to leave it and continue to grow for a bigger target.

“At the beginning, my teachers thought I was crazy or that a child could not undertake this type of project,” Jose recalls. “They did not understand that we are not the future of the country but its present. Luckily, I had the support of the school principal and an assistant in my classroom.”

The youngster’s persistence paid off. Today, the eco-bank, which now has the support of several local institutions, has ten educational centers and begins accepting applications from kids all across Peru. On November 20, 2018, the young boy was awarded the famous Children’s Climate Prize (CCP). “Jose’s eco-bank is a brilliant way of linking economy and climate impact, both in thought and practice. The potential impact is amazing”, a judge said.

Hopefully, Jose’s success will inspire more kids and adults to come up with new ideas that create value while helping the environment. As the boy says, “Together we can change the world. we just need an opportunity.”

6 . A few years ago，my younger sister and I were the first to board our flight for Norfolk，Virginia. Just as we were about to board the plane，a mechanic came out of the aircraft and blocked the door with his arms. He turned to the flight attendant and hurriedly stated，“We got problems！”

I thought to myself，“Why did I have to be the one to hear that？Why couldn't I have been at the back of the line？I didn't need to know that！”Very soon we were back in the terminal，waiting，and then finally back on the plane. I waited for the pilot to give an explanation. Pilots take courses to ease passengers' mind，right？They know what to say to calm nerves.

Unfortunately，I didn't think this pilot took that course. Soon his voice thundered throughout the plane，"Sorry for the delay，ladies and gentlemen. We had no power on the plane. We have a generator on the ground right now，and we're going to jump---start the engines. Once we get them going，we'll get up in the air and head to Norfolk，and see what happens. ”

See what happens？We were going to get up in the air，and see what happens？Couldn't we have another plan，one that's been worked out just a little better？

At this point，all I could do was to laugh nervously. One woman started yelling，“Oh no！We're going to crash！”There were sighs of desperation and anxiety spreading throughout the cabin. Finally，we got up in the air thirty minutes later，and what happened？

Nothing--other than thrust（推力）and lift. We arrived in Norfolk，and no sooner had the wheels touched the ground than a round of applause burst out，as everyone throughout the airplane breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Although，I did sincerely like to have a plan better than “see what happens" worked out when flying--it really isn't such a bad life strategy. Success will never be guaranteed. The best thing you can do is just get up in the air，and see what happens. Sometimes adjustments would be made in the air，or shall we say，in the middle of the process.

7 . US student Vanessa Tahay stands out from the other teenagers in her school. Her skin is dark, her accent is thick, and you ask her, she will tell you these are the things she is proudest of.

Tahay is a poet, and at 18 she’s considered among the best in Los Angele. When she’s onstage, audience often go silent. They also laugh, shout, and cry. But that doesn’t come easily for someone who comes from a village that sits at the base of a huge mountain range in Central America.

When she first appeared at school, she was teased by others for being short and for being different. She never spoke, so they called her “mouse”. “How do I defend myself?” Tahay thought. “I don’t know how.” “Keep going,” her mother would tell her. “At some point, you’ll learn.”

She spent hours after school and on weekends watching the same DVDS: English without barriers. Tahay’s older brother, Elmer, persuaded her to go to the after-school poetry club.

The first time Tahay read the poems in the club, she was astonished. “I wish I could write like that,” she thought “I wanna say something.”

She wrote her first poem about her first year in America. She called it Invisible. The day her turn came to recite in front of the team, she broke down crying. She cried for 15 minutes. “I had so much held in,” Tahay said. “I couldn’t even finish it.”

But she kept at it despite her less-than-perfect grammar, spelling and pronunciation. Still, she wouldn’t tell her friends about her poetry because she worried they’d make fun of her.

But with time, her poems changed her. “They gave me pride,” Tahay said. “They told me I’m worth something.”

“She had this innocence,” her English teacher Kurnick said, “This willingness to be genuine and to show you things you don’t ever see.”