Jack had an unusual experience last night. He is sharing it with his friends. Ken and May.

Ken: What were you doing, Jack What did you see

Jack: It was half past nine last night and I was getting ready for bed. I heard some strange noise outside while I was brushing my teeth. I wondered what was happening and I went to the window and looked out. To my surprise, I saw a bright yellow green light in the sky.

May: Maybe the light you saw was a UFO! Or a ghost! A few years ago, an American man saw a flying saucer while he was driving along a road. He also saw some strange yellow light. You have heard about it, haven't you

Ken: Don't be imaginative, May. Jack didn't see anything, or anybody. It wasn't a ghost. It was probably a plane, or a shooting star .Perhaps Jack just made a horrible dream!

Jack: I am very serious .I did see something. The light disappeared and then suddenly some “tiny people” were standing in the garden .There were four of them .Two of them ate some flowers in the garden .It was always stretching out its arms.

Ken: Oh, come on, Jack. I really doubt what you have said.

Jack: I am not joking! One of the people was looking at me through the window.

May: Really What did it look like Were you frightened

Jack: Its whole body was green. It had no ears and nose. Its hands were huge. Its eyes were very big and resembled eggs. It started at me and I could hardly move.

Ken: What happened then ?

Jack: I was able to move eventually. I ran and got my camera immediately.

May: And......

Jack: I didn't have a film.

May: Oh no!

    Marco Polo was born in Italy in 1254. When he was 17, he travelled across Europe and Asia along the Silk Road with his father, who wanted to do trade with the Chinese. Finally they arrived in Beijing. They were guests at the Emperor's Palace. Although Marco was young, he was very clever and could speak four languages. The Emperor was impressed by him and they became friends. He asked Marco to serve in his court and sent him to do many important tasks across the country.

    Marco was amazed by how beautiful China was. He was impressed by Beijing and the Emperor's Palace, especially the Summer Palace which he described as "The greatest palace that ever was..."The walls were covered in gold and silver and the hall was so large it could easily seat 6,000 people for dinner.

    There were inventions and developments in China which couldn't found in Europe at that time. Marco was surprised to see Chinese people using paper money in the markets. In Europe, people paid for goods with gold and silver. He could not understand how people paid for food and valuable things with paper! He was also puzzled by the black stones people used to burn to produce heat. The black stones were coal, but Marco had never seen coal before!

    In 1291, after 17 years of service to the Emperor, Marco returned to Italy. He was now a very wealthy man. A writer wrote down all the stories that Marco told him in a book called The Description of the World, which became one of the best - selling books in Europe.

    Although people enjoyed reading the book, many of them thought that Marco's stories about China were too fantastic to be true. But Marco always stood by his tales. Just before he died, aged 70, Marco was asked the question, "Was it all true?" And this was his answer, "I have only told a half of what I saw!"

    Garrison had been treasuring his last piece. All he had left now was a sheet of the beautiful brown paper Pa had brought back from his last sailing trip.

    "You've been quiet," Pa said, "Could I see your picture?"

    Garrison handed over his sketch. Pa studied it, then looked at his son. "You're ten now, eh?" Garrison nodded, hoping Pa wouldn't say that he was too old to be fooling around with pencils and paper.

    "When I was ten, I wanted to work on my father's ship," Pa said, "When Thomas was ten, he asked me to let him plant the corn."

    Garrison's throat (嗓子) tightened. "I know I'm not like either of you." Pa looked at the drawing again.

    "No, you are like both of us. You work hard, like Thomas. And you're like me, too. I have wandering feet, but you have a wandering mind. We need to see things differently.

    Garrison frowned. "I'd rather love the land, like Thomas, or the sea…"

    Pa patted his hand. "Thomas cares about our family very much-that's why he's worked so hard to bring us food. And my love for the sea makes good money. But there's more in life than food and money. There's happiness, for one. Does it make you happy to draw?"

    Garrison nodded.

    "And it makes me happy to look at your drawings. Not many folks can catch happiness on a piece of paper. Some might say drawing's a waste of time, but they don't understand how things are. Why, asking you to stop drawing like asking Thomas to stop farming, or me to stop going to sea. It would be like asking us to stop breathing, wouldn't it?"

    Garrison considered this, then replied, "No, sir. Not quite like breathing. If I couldn't draw any more, it would be… like someone took away my voice." He hung his head. In his mind he could hear Thomas laughing, "It's not like you ever speak up, anyway."

    But Pa patted his shoulder and said, "That would be a pure shame. Your voice is important, Garrison, whether it's out loud or on paper. And speaking of paper…" Pa smiled. "Take a look in my bag."

    Garrison reached into the bag and found a sketchbook. For a moment he was speechless happiness seemed to fill his body and stick in his throat. Then he managed to find his voice. "Oh, Pa-thank you."

Ms Lin is my music teacher. She is a 30­year­old {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (China) woman. She is my favorite teacher but we only have two music lessons {#blank#}2{#/blank#} week. The first one is {#blank#}3{#/blank#} the afternoon of Monday. It is relaxing. Our second music lesson {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(be) on Friday morning. We all like it. 

Ms Lin teaches music for four {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (hour) a day. When she {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(finish) her class, she helps us in the school music club. Ms Lin teaches us to play the guitar. 

What does she do in {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (she) free time? On Saturday or Sunday, she likes going to some village (乡村) schools. She takes some music books. She thinks they are {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (use) to the students. The students love Ms Lin and her music. They want to play cool music {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (good) like Ms Lin. Why does Ms Lin go to the village schools? {#blank#}10{#/blank#} she loves the village students and wants them to like music and be happy. 

A father and his son took part in a marathon(马拉松) in Zhejiang Province. The father Luo Shujian ran the marathon while 1 pushed his son Xiaobai with a cart(手推车).

Xiaobai was born 2 2009. He fell ill when he was six months old. That's bad news for the family. And he had another serious disease at the age of 3 . Doctors told Luo that his 4 needed care all the time. Xiaobai cannot 5 and he has to stay at home most of the time. Luo wanted to take his son to see a 6 world than before. They had their first try at the7- kilometer marathon in 2015 and finished 7 race in about an hour. Li found that Xiaobai was excited 8 happy during the race.

Luo said joining in the races was also a good chance 9 Xiaobai to visit different places in the country and make Xiaobai's life more colorful.

10 great father he is! He is really a hero.

I will never forget the Art Festival in my high school when I won a big prize. All my teachers and classmates think I have a gift for {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(paint). However, when I was a pupil in primary school, I did not like art lessons because I could not draw very well. In fact, my drawings were much {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (bad) than most of my classmates

One day, while I {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (play) with some paints, Ms. Smith's art lesson began. I mixed the paints with water as usual. As I took the brush away, I {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (drop) the paints onto the paper. Looking at the mark, I decided {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (blow) it. The paints began to run, and I blew harder. The paints ran in all {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (direction) quickly and made a very interesting picture! I forgot that I was in class {#blank#}7{#/blank#} Ms. Smith came by my desk. With a big smile on her face, she said, "That's {#blank#}8{#/blank#} very good picture, Sandy. " After class, she encouraged {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (I) to keep trying and make more pictures. I made a lot of {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (wonder) pictures later with her help. Since then, I have been crazy about crayons and paints. I enjoy myself in the world of colors every time I paint.