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.

Hello, I am Mary. I live in Chengdu. It's sunny and cool in my city now. I'm studying at home. My parents are shopping. What's the weather like in your city? And what are you doing?

Mother Tongue (语言)

    My name is Jiniku but everyone calls me Joey, including my parents. My father is American but my mother is not. My mother grew up in a country whose name I cannot pronounce correctly. She was educated in French and Latin, Spanish and German.

    My mother wrote all day, but never showed anyone what she wrote. She had notebooks she would write in, and a typewriter to straighten out (整理) the final copy.

    When she had typed (打字) pages, she put them in a box. This box was deep under the bed that she and my father shared.

    There were only two words that she ever said in the real voice, with her real accent (口音), real tongue. I heard her say them only three times in her life. She taught them to me one night as I lay on her legs, sweating (出汗) with fever.

    "Jiniku," she said in a low voice. "Jiniku." I focused (集 中) on her voice through my fever, realizing that something had changed. She was speaking from a part of her that she had not opened for a long time. She took my hand, and placed my palm (掌心) over her heart. "Juriszu." She stared out the window. There was a long silence. I could feel her heartbeat, which was calmer and slower than my own. "My name," she said at last, speaking once more in English, "means „dark ocean (海洋).‟ And you, Jiniku, my baby, yours means „life.‟" She looked out the window again. "„Ji‟ is the word for a happy birth. One where everyone lives and there is little pain. „Ni‟ is a tree that had its roots (根) spread far and whose branches (树枝) shelter (庇护) all. „Ku‟ is spirit. You have this all-encompassing (包罗万象的) life." She placed her hand on my heart. "The first and last letters of our names are the same," she said. "Don‟t forget that, Jiniku."

Anna Mary，known as Grandma Moses，grew up on a farm. As a child，she loved drawing. But she hardly（几乎不） did it because she had to do busy farm work. Grandma Moses spent all her life on the farm. When she was old and found farm work difficult，she started to paint at the age of 78. 

An art lover found Grandma Moses's paintings in a shop in 1938. He bought them，and the next day he went to her farm and bought all her paintings. Soon Grandma Moses became famous. In 1940，at the age of 80，she had her first painting show in New York. "Do your favorite thing，and you will finally be successful（成功的），"she once said. 

Grandma Moses died in 1961，at the age of 101. She painted over 1600 paintings in the late part of her life. Many people loved the bright colors and beautiful farm views in her works. After knowing Grandma Moses's life story，they felt relaxed about their future（未来） because becoming old didn't mean anything. Also，they thought confidently about their future. They finally knew that age wouldn't be a problem for those who wanted to make a change（改变）. 

"Mummy，I don't like you，" my three﹣year﹣old daughter said.

"Okay…is that because you love me？" I asked.

"No，you're not lovely."

That night，as I washed my face，I looked for a little longer time in the mirror — not because I was hurt by my daughter's1 ，but because I noticed there was no light in my eyes.

I took out a pen and started writing a list — a list to2 myself；a list to put sparkles back into my eyes.I once made many lists but seldom completed anything.This time would be3 !

The first goal on my list I wanted to achieve was joining a Polar Plunge （极地冬泳） to raise money for the Special Olympics.On that day，when I4 on my 1980s workout clothes，Jenny smiled，"Mummy，just maybe some light came back to my eyes.

When coming out of the cold lake，I felt happy and proud. I kept screaming， "I5

it!" But one of the most exciting parts of the day was when I stood in front of my6 ，which was taped on the refrigerator door.I crossed item number one.With that，I began to take back my life.

Everyone taking part in the Polar Plunge received a shirt. Whenever I wore it，Jenny asked， "Is that your Polar Plunge clothing？" I answered proudly, " Yes!" " I was happy she remembered I jumped into a 7 lake, and that she wanted to do activities with me.

With each goal8 off the list，piece of myself is returning. Not only am I showing my family it's important to dream，but I'm showing myself that I'm worth it.