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     Hello, I'm Tom. I remember at one time, when we were running on the playground, I was too tired to go on. As I wanted to give up, some of my classmates cheered me up. My classmates' encouragements helped me finish the run. I'll never forget it.

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     Hello, I'm Mary. When I was in Grade Two, I didn't prepare well for an English contest. I said sorry to my teacher. He said: “Any opportunity is important. You should never give it up easily.” Later on, I made good use of every opportunity. I'll never forget him.

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     Hi, I'm Lucy. The time I traveled to Qingdao with my classmates was the most unforgettable experience. We swam in the sea and caught crabs (螃蟹) on the beach. We played games and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. I will never forget that trip.

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     Hi, I'm Jim. I took part in the red song competition with my classmates last year. Every day, we rehearsed(排练) very hard in order to get a good result. Because of our hard work, we achieved a good result in the competition.

    Maria is a beautiful young girl. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes. But she is still very insecure(缺乏信心的). She often thinks most of her friends are more beautiful than her. One day a new girl joined her class. Her name is Sarah. She has dark brown hair and green eyes. Maria thought the new girl was beautiful and wished she looked like her. One day she decided to take action.

    She went out and bought some hair dye（染发）. When she returned home, she told her mother what she planned to do.

    "It's your decision," said her mother sadly. "But I think you look beautiful as you are."

    Maria didn't hear what her mother said. She spent a few hours dyeing her hair dark brown. She felt much better and went to school happily the next day. As she reached her class she saw a new blonde girl sitting near the front. Later she knew it was Sarah. Sarah dyed her hair blonde. It was almost the same color as Maria's was before. Sarah turned around and Maria spoke to her.

    "Why do you dye your hair?" asked Maria.

    "Well, I always love your hair' said Sarah.

    Maria sat down and sighed(叹气).

    "Never set foot in this house again!" should father." BANK!" the door closed behind me. With tears in my eyes, I rushed out of the flat and ran along the street.

    The street lights were shining, causing rather sad-feeling. {#blank#}1{#/blank#} I don't know whether it is because I have grown up or because dad is getting old. We differ in our ways of thinking. He always put his opinions on me. We are just like two people coming from two different worlds. {#blank#}2{#/blank#} I wandered the streets, without any aim in my mind. As I walked on there were fewer and fewer people on the streets. When I finally reached the apartment where I lived, I saw that the light was still on.

    I thought to myself: Is father waiting for me, or is he still angry with me?

    In fact, it was nothing. Perhaps, dad was throwing away some of his old stamps. Perhaps he thought they were useless. {#blank#}3{#/blank#} All the lights were off except father's.

    Dad was always like this. He had got used to arguing with me. {#blank#}4{#/blank#} After shouting at me, he never said sorry to me. But after an argument he always came into my room secretly and made sure whether I was asleep.

    The light was still on." Am I wrong?" I whispered, maybe… With the key in hand, I was as nervous as I had ever been. At last, I decided to open the door. As soon as I opened the door, tears ran down my cheeks. {#blank#}5{#/blank#} Love is second to none.

A. It feels like there is an iron door between us that can never be opened.

B.I wandered aimlessly.

C.I suddenly realized that the iron door that I had imagined between us did not exist at all.

D. Maybe he didn't know how to express himself.

E.I never had the courage to tell him that I liked collecting stamps.

    I'd just got in a taxi at the railway station when suddenly I found one of my suitcases (手提箱) missing. Just then, I saw a young man, not very far, opening it and taking out valuables. "Stop thief! Stop thief!" I shouted and threw open the car door and rushed out to him, followed by the driver and some passers-by. {#blank#}1{#/blank#} My driver caught him by the neck and took out the valuables from his trouser pocket and put them back into my suitcase.

    Half an hour later, {#blank#}2{#/blank#} But as I checked those stolen things, I became very surprised, unable to speak. {#blank#}3{#/blank#} And a blood test report of a 58-year-old woman appeared. I suddenly realized that the taxi driver must have mistaken the thief's things and put his into my suitcase.

    {#blank#}4{#/blank#} But this story keeps coming back to me. Was the young man a habitual thief or a dutiful son who had been driven to find money to save his mother's life? {#blank#}5{#/blank#} How I wish I had gone back that afternoon to return the money and the report and say sorry to him. For the first time in my life, I realized that hate and love are very close.