Mr. Smith 1 from London. Now he is in China. He is 2. He teaches 3 a middle school. He works very hard. His students like 4 very much. He can 5 a little Chinese. His students often teaches him Chinese 6 Sundays. Mr. Smith likes playing football. He often plays football 7 his students.

    Mr. Smith 8 a son. His name is Jack. He is student. He studies in a middle school. He goes to school 9 bike every day. He gets back home at four in the afternoon. He likes 10 TV in the evening.

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    Tom is an eight-year-old student in Grade three. He is not interested in his lessons. He spends most of his time playing basketball. At night, he doesn't sleep until very late in order to play. In the morning, he usually gets up late and hurries to school. Sometimes he sleeps in class.

    Tom's father is worried about his poor schoolwork. He tried to make him work harder. One day, his father said to him, "My boy, if you get one hundred marks in the exam,  I'll buy a new basketball for you." The boy was very happy to hear that.

    The next day  Tom came running home. "Oh, Dad, I got one hundred." He shouted, "I got forty in English this morning and sixty in Chinese this afternoon!"

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    "What you want," she said," isn't always what you need." My mother always told me.

    1my husband and I were talking 2Christmas. "I want a real tree," I said.

    "Why?" he asked. "What's wrong with our fake(假的)one?" "A real 3makes a perfect Christmas." "Fine," he muttered(咕). So we4one home and set it up. Then I poured a bottle of water in the tree.

    "That's plenty," said my husband. "No," I said, "a little more." I began pouring again. Then suddenly, the tree started to swim. We5 the water with every towel(毛巾)in the house. "Sorry," I said. He didn't reply. 6later the floor was dry and he was7to me again. "The tree smells good," he said. I 8. Then we finished the lights and put the angel on top.

    Still, it wasn't quite…9So the next day I added snowflakes10the tree. It's still not perfect, but it's done. And I'm done, 11. But it's still not perfect. The lights on the tree are in a mess. The top snowflakes are showing their age. The berries are falling on the floor. 12at least it smells good. I will always remember that lovely 13 and the look my husband gave me.

    My mother was 14. What we want isn't always15we need. I don't need a perfect Christmas. I only need the perfect gifts that Christmas brings: joy and laughter with family.

    It was my 14th birthday and I would have the biggest party ever. The number of the 1 had quickly grown from seven to seventeen. Nearly every girl in my class was 2.When each guest excitedly 3 the invitation, I was especially happy.

    The 4was full of shouts and laughter. We had just finished a game of Twister when the door bell rang. I was so 5 and I could feel my face turning red, because when I6the door, there at the front door stood Sarah Westly the quiet girl who sat next to me in music class﹣and she was holding a 7.I thought about the guest list. How did I 8to invite Sarah？

    I remembered that I only added a name to the 9 when someone showed an interest in me. But Sarah had 10 done that. I accepted the box, a gift from Sarah, and asked her to join the party. "I can't 11," she said." My dad's waiting in the car. "At that moment I felt bad about forgetting to invite Sarah and really wanted her to rest for some time in my room." Thanks, but I have to go, "she said, turning 12 towards the door. "See you Monday."

    I didn't open the box until the party was 13. Inside the small box was a ceramic(陶瓷) tabby cat. It was the best gift I had received 14 I didn't like cats. I later 15 that the gift looked exactly like Sarah's cat, Seymour. I didn't know it then, but now I realize that Sarah was my true friend.