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    I stood there listening to my father shout at top of his voice. The look on his face said that one of us had done something wrong.

    “Which one of you did this?”

    We all looked down at the step. There was child's handwriting in chalk there. I was very frightened. I hope no one could see it. Would he guess it was me? I was so scared. When he asked me, I lied, “Not me, dad.” The other denied(否认) it as well. Of course, we all knew that one of us must have done it. But as the youngest and smallest of the three, I just couldn't find courage to tell the truth.

    To find out who had written on the step, Father gave us each a piece of paper and a pencil. “I want each of you to write exactly what you see on the step.” I tried my best to write the words differently. I didn't want dad to be able to tell it was me.

    He gathered up our paper and looked at them. “Since none of you will say yes, then I will punish you all.” I stood there and said nothing. The last thing I wanted was for Dad to punish me!

    “I did it.” My sister walked forward and said she had done something she hadn't. She was punished for a month.

   We didn't talk about that day for many years. Not until we were all older and I knew it was safe to finally tell my dad it was really me. I always felt sorry because of it. That was the last time I let anyone take the blame for me. I told myself, “One must see to what he or she has done.”

    Peter is thirteen years old. He is in Grade Two this year. He likes to play football and watch football matches. And he often reads newspapers. He does his best to know where and when there is going to be a football match. Now Peter is having lunch. He is listening to the radio, too. He is very happy because there is going to be a nice football match on TV at four this afternoon. He wants to watch it very much. But he is going to have English and Chinese lessons. He thinks hard and finds a way.

    “ Hello, Mrs. Black,” Peter says to his teacher on the telephone, “ Peter is ill in bed. He wants to ask for half a day's leave ( 请半天假 ).”

    “ Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.” says Mrs. Black, “ But who's that?”

    “ It's my father, Mrs. Black.”

    Ding-dong!

    "Jason, honey? Can you answer the door?"

    "I'm busy, mom!" Jason shouted back at his mother. He'd spent three hours so far working to his point in the gate. He couldn't stop now.

    Ding-dong! Mom's footsteps approached the front door.

    "Jason, it's your friend, Todd." Mom called from the doorway.

    Todd, his best friend, stepped into the room. "Jason! I need a partner for playing basketball. He sounded excited.

    Jason snorted, "No way, Todd. I'm playing a game here."

    Todd shook his head. "You can play later. Let go."

    Jason gave his friend a dirty look, and his character in the game almost got killed while he looked away, "I almost died because of you!

    Todd looked at Jason's mother. Jason's mother looked back at him. They both looked at Jason. "Why don't you play basketball with your friend?"Jason's mother suggested.

    "Tomorrow, maybe." there were more levels to beat tomorrow, though. Maybe he'd play tomorrow. He'd have to see what mood he was in. He thought he heard footsteps walking away, but he was too busy beating the next level to care.

    An hour later, Jason's father came home. It was dinner time after his father washed up and sat down. Jason didn't even hear his name being called to the table. He didn't hear his father walk up behind him and ask him to turn the game off, either.

    When the screen suddenly went black and his father's angry face loomed in front of him, Jason finally heard. "No more game for a month." Jason's father shouted at him. "You don't play basketball, you don't come to dinner, and you don't do your chores. We'll make sure everything else gets done before you play anymore."

    Jason nodded slowly. He knew better than to argue with father, and when he thought about it, he had been playing quite a bit. It was fun, but he was letting down(使失望) his friends，his family, and himself by playing too much.

    He'd try harder in the future.

Being home to the largest second-hand bookstore in the world, Hay-on-Wye is more than just a small town in Wales — it's a book heaven on the earth.

The history of Hay-on-Wye as the"town of books" began on the April Fool's Day of 1977.A man called Richard Booth jokingly called himself King of Hay and said the town was now a country! Since then, he has succeeded in building a healthy tourism industry about books. Today thousands of visitors come to Hay-on-Wye every year to look for whatever books they need.

Before Booth's great idea, Hay-on-Wye was a slowly dying town having less than 2, 000businesses. The king of Hay-on-Wye opened his first bookstore in 1961, and later encouraged his friends in the trade to come to Hay. After a few. years, he filled almost every building with books. Hay-on-Wye now has over thirty bookshops, many selling second-hand books, which has made the town pleasant for book collectors.

Hay-on-Wye has its special honour with over one million books sold here every year. Unlike other book dealers(交易商), Richard Booth doesn't centre on any one topic. He buys any type of books believing that every book is valuable and someone in the world wants it. Book lovers from all over the world come to Hay-on-Wye because a large number of books here are at low prices.

Since 1988, Hay-on-Wye has also been the place for a famous literary(文学) festival, now supported by The Guardian, which draws hundreds of thousands of visitors to see and hear big literary names from all over the world.

Once a dying small town, Hay-on-Wye is now a pleasant tourist town, with ten percent of its population working in the book business, and local businesses benefiting(得益于) from the waves of

tourists coming here in search of books.

Do you like traveling? You always see {#blank#}1{#/blank#} landscapes(风景) on the trip. {#blank#}2{#/blank#}, the landscape is so beautiful that you'd like to take it home. Kathleen Vance can help {#blank#}3{#/blank#} make it come true.

Vance lived {#blank#}4{#/blank#} a farm in Maryland when she was young. Later, she moved to New York City. But Vance {#blank#}5{#/blank#} the life there. She loved nature(大自然). So she tried to bring nature {#blank#}6{#/blank#} people's life. She started to put landscapes into suitcases (手提箱).

{#blank#}7{#/blank#} you open Vance's suitenses, you will see small forests. hills and rivers. But you can't find roads or {#blank#}8{#/blank#}. It's Vance's special way of {#blank#}9{#/blank#} nature."I want people to enjoy nature and think about what they can do for it." Vance said

Now, you can see Vance's " Traveling Landscapes" in art shows around the world. But you don't need to{#blank#}10{#/blank#} for them to come to your city. Because Vance of ten shares (分享) them on the Internet(?正联网).