Ann is a girl. 1 from Chicago, the USA. She's twelve. She 2 a round face and a small mouth. Her eyes  3 very big. He 4 blue very much. Blue T-shirt and skirt are 5  favorite clothes. She's  6 blue every day. She's very cool. Now, she's a high school student in Hong Kong. She's in 7. Her telephone number is 72585069. JiangShan is her good friend. She's 8. She's from Beijing. She's eleven. She's a high school student 9, but she's in a different class. Her telephone number is 6325625. Her 10 is in Beijing now. Beijing is very beautiful.

    I'm Ann. I'm English. I'm twelve. I was born on May 17^th, 1991. I learn Chinese at Beijing No.3 Middle School. I have a good friend. Her name is Lucy. She is twelve, too. We are in the same grade. But we are not in the same(同样的) class. I'm in Class Two, and she is in Class Three. We have the same Chinese teacher. Her name is Zhang Ying. We all like her. Lucy's parents are English teachers in China. She has a sister. Her name is Lily. She is only five years old.

    Mabel is a beautiful girl. She likes all kinds of clothes, but she didn't1 her heart into her lessons when she was at school. With her friends' help, she finally finished middle school, 2 she learned little there. Of course, she can't do any important work and now she is a salesgirl in a 3 She has to work there and hopes to find a better one .

    One afternoon the girl argued with her mother angrily. So the following morning, . When she served an old man, she was very4 The old man chose a pair of shoes and bought them. Before he left, he asked, "How 5  will the shoes last?"

"It depends. If you don't use them .the shoes will  6  be broken. "

The old man  7 nothing and went away. That afternoon, while Mabel was  8  for supper, she cut her finger. She had to go to a hospital. That old man happened to be on duty. After Mabel got the medicine from him, she asked, "When will I get 9 ?"

    "It depends, "said the old man. "If you don't use 10 , you'll lose your finger. "

    The day before my daughter Norah's fourth birthday, I picked her up from preschool. On the way, she said, “I like old people best because they walk slowly like I walk slowly and they have soft skin like I have soft skin.”What she said marked a 1beginning.

    The following day—her birthday—again on the way home, she asked 2 we could stop at the store to buy cakes for her. How could I say3 to a birthday girl? After paying for the bill, I noticed that Norah was standing up in the cart,4announcing, “Hi, old person! It's my birthday today!” However, the old man in front of her didn't show he was5 by my talkative child. He 6 with a smile, “Well, little lady! And how old are you today?” After a few minutes' chat, Norah offered to take a photo with the old man called Mr. Dan, his expression changed from surprised to delighted. We exchanged our phone numbers. There was magic happening in the store that day, and we could 7 feel it.

    During our first visit in Mr. Dan's home, We walked with him to his front door. He pulled out a knife and 8the only blooming red rose. He spent ten minutes cutting every thorn（刺）9 the stem（茎）before handing it to his new friend. Norah keeps that rose, now10as a bone, under her pillow for a long time.

    Norah asks about Mr. Dan every day. She worries about him. She wonders if he's 11 or cold. She wants him to be OK. She wants him to feel loved. Mr. Dan thinks about Norah too. After 12 recent visit, he said that he had 13 had a whole night's sleep since his wife died. “Norah has healed me since meeting her.” he said. That left me 14 and my eyes wet with tears. Somehow, their hearts and souls seem to recognize each other from long ago. Sometimes talking to strangers can 15 beautiful new beginnings.

    It took Peter quite a while to find a place for his car, and in the end he had to 1 it on a small street, a few minutes away from the dentist's. As he got out, he looked at his watch. He would meet the dentist at five and he 2had half an hour. He walked into the square and sat down in a chair, to 3the failing sun.

    As he sat there, he 4 the children playing. He was5 to see a red car like his own come out of the street where he had parked. The car moved 6 and soon disappeared(消失). Peter felt in his pockets for his keys, but they were not there.

    "My car!" he shouted in a loud 7. He got up and ran out of the square, then down the small street. He couldn't see his car at first, and then he found it was 8 a larger one, with the keys on the roof of his car.

    By the time he got to the dentist's, it was after five. '" A very strange thing 9to me," he said to the dentist to explain why.

    "Don't 10 about that," said the dentist. "I just got here myself."