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    Nancy lives in Washington D.C. Her father has a store there and her mother is a reporter. She's six years old now and begins to go to school this year. It's a little far from their shop and her father drives a car to take her to school every day. So she's not late for class and her teachers like her.

    It's Tuesday today. Miss White is teaching them to count(数数) from one to ten. Nancy is studying hard. Soon she can count them. Miss White is happy and asks, “How many people are there in your family, Nancy?”

    Nancy stands up and begins to count with her fingers(手指), and then she says, “Two, Miss White.”

  “Who are they?”

  “My father and mother.”

  “Oh?” Miss White is surprised, “Two people in your family?”

  “Because now I'm not at home.”

(an extract from a detective story)

…

    "Sit down," Henderson said, sitting down in an armchair himself and looking at Logan. "What are you here for?"

    "I understand you had a parry last night" said Logan, a police officer.

"Yes," said Henderson, "Oh! I hope the neighbours haven't been complaining about the noise again. "

    "Not that I know of." said Logan. "But a young girl, Fran, who came to the patty hasn't been home yet"

    "Fran" said Henderson. "Yes, she was here. She left early, as I remember-about one o'clock. I happened to notice what the time was when she came to say goodbye. But nobody else left until about four in the morning."

    Henderson looked quite relaxed.

    "Did you know Clare?" asked Logan suddenly.

    "Oh, God!" Henderson sat forward. "You don't think ... the same thing has happened to Fran?"

    "We're keeping an open mind," said Logan, watching him carefully, "but we're giving it our full attention."

    "Well, yes. I can understand that." replied Henderson, getting comfortable in the armchair again.

    "So," repeated Logan, "did you know Clare?"

    "Well, sure. I knew who she was. But we never had anything do with each other." Said Henderson, giving Logan a big smile.

    "Who else was at your party?" asked Logan.

    "People from the university," said Henderson. "Students, teachers."

    "David?" asked Grant, Logan's partner.

    "Yes, David was here for a time." Henderson smiled again. "But he's not really a party animal. He probably left early."

    "What do you mean, probably?" asked Grant. Henderson looked at Grant. Grant was sixty with thick black hair and a large moustache. His clothes, as always, looked rather old: a blue jacket and grey trousers. He did not look much of a party animal either.

    "Well, I don't check when my guests arrive and leave," said Henderson. "And some people just leave when they want to go home. They don't come and say goodbye. Anyway, sometimes I can be difficult to find." Again he looked at Logan, raised his eyebrows and gave her a big smile. "I sometimes end up in the bedroom".

    …

    A ship was sailing on the sea. A black boy who worked at the end of the ship fell into the sea and the boy shouted for help. But the wind was too strong, so the people in the boat couldn't hear the sound.

    The boy tried his best to swim in the cold water. He used his power to wave his arms, keep the head out of the water. The boat sailed further and further, and the ship became smaller and smaller. In the end, he could see nothing except for the endless sea.

    His power was used up, he felt he was going to sink. "Maybe I need to give up." He said to himself. At this time, he recalled the memory of the kind and friendly sight of the old captain. "No! The captain must search for me!" he thought. When he thought of that, he was full of power and began to swim.

    Finally the captain found the black child had disappeared. He felt the boy must fall into the sea, so he ordered his ship to return to look for the boy. At this moment, someone said to the captain: "it has passed a long time, he must have been drowned or have been eaten by shark…" and someone else said: "Is it worth to save a black boy like this?" the captain yelled: "shut up…!"At that moment of drowning, the ship arrived and the captain saved the kid. When the boy woke up, the captain asked: "How can you insist on so long time?" the boy answered: "I knew you would save me! I am very sure."

    It is the best lucky thing to believe a person. In this society, maybe we are unwilling to believe something, just because someone ever hurts us badly. Actually, you can believe many things in this world. I still believe that there are more kind people than the indifferent people. To believe or not to believe, it depends on you.

Does Fame Drive You Crazy

    Although being famous might sound like a dream comes true, today s stars, feeling like zoo animals, face pressures that few of us can imagine. They are at the center of much of the world's attention. Paparazzi (狗仔队) camp outside their homes, cameras ready. Tabloids (小报) publish thrilling stories about their personal lives. Just imagine not being able to do anything without being photographed or interrupted for a signature (签名)!

    According to psychologist Christina Villarreal, celebrities—famous people—worry constantly (不断地) about their public appearance. Eventually, they start to lose track of who they really are, seeing themselves the way their fans imagine them, not as the people they were before everyone knew their names. "Over time," Villarreal says, "they feel separated and alone."

    The phenomenon (现象) of tracking celebrities has been around for ages. In the 4th century B. C, painters followed Alexander the Great into battle, hoping to picture his victories for his admirers. When Charles Dickens visited America in the 19th century, his works attracted thousands of fans, leading him to complain about his lack of privacy. Tabloids of the 1920s ran articles about film—stars in much the same way that modern websites do.

    Being famous people today, however, is a lot more difficult than it used to be. Superstars cannot move about without worrying about photographers with modern cameras. When they say something silly or do something ridiculous, there is always the Internet to spread the news in minutes and keep their "story" alive forever.

    If fame is so troublesome, why aren't all celebrities running away from it? The answer is there are still ways to deal with it. Some stars stay calm by surrounding themselves with trusted friends and family or by escaping away from big cities. They focus not on how famous they are but on what they love to do or whatever made them famous in the first place.

    Sometimes a few celebrities can get a little justice. Still, even stars who enjoy full justice often complain about how hard their lives are. They are tired of being famous already.