When I was little, my mother began selling flowers in Camden Market. She couldn't1me at home on my own, 2I had to go to the market with her.

    3, I didn't have to do anything. I just sat there, and my mother told me jokes and stories so I didn't get 4.When I got older, I gave my mother a hand and I really enjoyed it.

    Then one year, my grandma gave me a book for Christmas. It was all about making candles and I loved it. I was 14, and I didn't have to go to the market5because my mother could leave me at home on my own. I6my free time making candles of all shapes and sizes. I made7them.

    One day, my mother was ill, so I had to go to the market on my own. I decided to8some candles with me and see9I could sell them. They10in 20 minutes! The next week, my mother gave me some money to buy some wax (蜡) to make more candles. They were sold out really quickly, too.

    Ten months later, we decided11flowers. My mother and I couldn't make enough candles during the week, so some of my friends started to help us. I paid them one pound12every candle, and we 13sell them for three or four times. It was fun and my friends worked with me in the market.

    At the age of 22, my uncle14me some money and I opened my first shop in Portobello Road. Since then, I've15looked back, even in difficulties. In the first store, we only sold candles, but now we sell everything from the designer, furniture to paintings. Oh, and candles, of course.

    Mr Green is a teacher. He 1 from America. He is a tall man 2 a pair of glasses. He now works in a middle school in our city. He has fifty students. He often says his class is too big and it is difficult for him to 3 with every student in English. He is strict 4his students' studies. He often encourages his students 5 hard. He enjoys drinking black tea and green tea. He likes Chinese food very much 6 He doesn't like drinking milk. He likes playing football, but he 7well in it. His son and I are in 8 class.9 name is Jim.  We are10 We often study and play together.

    Dorothy lived in a small house in Kansas, with her uncle, aunt and a little black1called Toto. Sometimes there was a cyclone（飕风）in Kansas. It could, blow everything away. 2usually there were cellars（地窖）under all the houses. People went into their cellars when a cyclone came.

    One day, a cyclone was coming. So they3went into the cellar, but the dog Toto was so4that he ran under the bed. Dorothy had to pick5up. But6she got to the cellar door with Toto, the cyclone arrived and the house was moving！It went slowly up into the sky. Dorothy was afraid. “But we7do anything about it, ”she said to Toto, “So let's wait and see. "Soon, they went to sleep.

    When Dorothy8, the house was on the ground. She opened the door and found she was in a new place. Then, she saw three short men and a little old woman9a white dress. The woman walked up to Dorothy and said, "Thank you！You killed the Witch（巫婆）of the East, and you10us. "

    Dorothy was really surprised.

    Henry works in a factory. He comes from a poor1and was in school for only four years. He has to work hard to support（供养）the family. He likes to watch2matches very much and spends3time on it.

    One evening there was a big football match on a playground. He borrowed some money4his friend and hurried there. There were already a lot of people there. And all the5were sold out. He was6for it. He saw a pole（电线杆）outside the playground and climbed it up7, A policeman came and said. "It's 8to stay on it! Come down!"

    "Wait a minute, please!" Henry said. Just at that moment the9heard cheers in the playground and asked in a hurry, "Which team has scored a goal?"

    "10team!"

    "Wonderful! You can11there. But take care!" the policeman said happily and left. Just12 the match was over, he came back again and asked, "Who's won?"

    "Theirs, 3 to 2."

    "Come down, "the policeman said angrily." Such a13isn't worth（值得）watching!"

    Henry had to come14. But soon they heard cheers again. "Climb up quickly and15who's scored a goal again!" said the policeman in a hurry.

    My father was a self-taught mandolin(曼陀林琴) player. He was one of the best players in our town. He could not1music, but if he heard a tune(曲子) a few times, he could play it. When he was young, he was a2of a small country music band. They played at local dances and played for the local radio station on a few occasions.

    At home Dad often took out his mandolin and played for the family. We three children sang along.3played the mandolin like my father. He could4your heart with the music that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his5in his ability to play so well for his family.

    But Dad had to find another6in a factory later because the money he made at the band wasn't enough to7the family. Unluckily he had an8one day and lost one finger. He couldn't play as9as before. From then on, every time we asked him to play, he would make up excuses to 10 down our request. However, we missed his performances so much.11, he agreed and said, "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down the strings (琴弦) the way I12 to."

    When he played the old mandolin, it carried us back to a13, happy time in our lives. Dad was that kind of man,14 was what he was doing all his life. If he could give 15 to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing(牺牲) his time to see that his family had enough in their life.