Once upon a time, the colors of the world argued.

Green said, "Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of1and hope. I am the color of grass, trees and leaves.2me, all animals would die.”3 said loudly. "What is the color of the sky and the sea? Isn't water the most important thing for life?" Yellow laughed, "I bring laughter, happiness and warmth into the world. Every time people look at a 4, they start to smile. Without me there would be no fun." Orange said at the top of his voice, "I am the color of health and strength. Think of carrots, pumpkins and oranges. When I fill the sky at5 or sunset, everyone is6 at my beauty." Red could7 it no longer, so he shouted, "I an the color of danger and bravery. I give people courage." The colors went on8. Their voices became louder and louder. The thunder（雷）got angry and the9started to pour. When the colors began to cool, the rain said, "You foolish colors! Don't you know that each of you is special?10hands and follow me." They did what they were told and together made the most beautiful rainbow（彩虹）。

    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 everyday. He gets back home at four in the afternoon. He likes 10 TV in the evening.

    David grew up poor. He started working in the 7th grade, and when he was in high school he was only going to school half days, 1 at 11 am to go to work.

    Lack of money meant lack of educational chances, but he had a hunger to learn. In his  2  time he read books that he thought it would   3 him succeed somewhere down the road.   

    He worked very hard, and he tried his best to provide for his family,  4factory life had a bad effect on his body and spirit, he had an unhappy life. It was, in his mind, killing him like a slow poison.

    In 1995 he bought his first computer, and a few months later, he discovered the Internet. He wanted to be a part of it, and worked 48 or   5 hours a week in the factory, and  6  another 40 or more hours a week teaching  7  computer skills. He worked harder than he  8  had in his life, surfing the Internet over 100 hours a week.

    David wanted to begin jobs in the Internet and computer fields. He was refused many times, but he never 9 . He had a goal and kept after it10  he didn't like it at all, because  11  else seemed so hopeless. Soon he got a fast return. David left the 12  and took a job in the computing field.

    This is a true story about believing in yourself; a story about finding  13  you love to do and following your dreams.

    My hope in writing this story is that, if you have a dream, you'll be  14  enough to see it through. It's up to you to make it. Remember that even the farthest  15   always starts with the first step.

                       Send Me to the Police Station

    Mr. Brown was good at singing.1he found work in a school.There he taught thestudents 2.He worked hard and most of his students sang  well.But he liked drinkingand  3much money on it.Sometimes he couldn't go to school on time.The headmaster toldhim to be careful of it.But soon he forgot it.

Once Mr. Brown drank much and 4in the street.The policemen carried him to school.The headmaster was so angry that he decided to send him away. Now he was out of work.Few people would help him.One morning he was very 5while he6by a beautiful house.He found the gate open and quickly went in.He wanted tofind some 7 .Suddenly he saw a man 8towards him.He went into a room.There were a lot of instruments(乐器)in it.And soon a girl came in.He had to lie under a desk.The girl began to sing.She sang badly but it lasted two hours.At twelve o'clock 9girl came to play the piano.She played even 10.Mr. Brown couldn't stay there any longer.He came out and said，“Send me to the police station.”

    Prana, our beautiful dog, isn't with us anymore. She died several years ago. But while sharing our home, she brought so much joy and love into our lives that we still 1 her.

    It was an autumn day in Minnesota, US. We were 2 by a big snowfall for which no one was prepared. We have two 3 trees in our backyard. Prana loved apples. When she went outside, she'd catch an apple and sneak (偷偷地放) it into the 4 . The apples had been on the ground and were often muddy (沾满泥的). So I wasn't always 5 that Prana had brought them into the house. Every time, she would turn her head so I wouldn't see her hidden 6. It was our little game.

    One year, it snowed earlier than usual. Prana went outside. I noticed that she was madly digging holes and bringing the apples to the 7so they could be seen above the snow. She seemed busy digging up as many apples as possible during her yard time. I wondered 8 she was doing this.

    When I called her back into the house  she had her usual one apple in her mouth. About five minutes later, I looked outside. The yard was full of birds. Prana had 9 all those apples for her bird and squirrel friends to eat. She knew that they didn't have enough food to 10 such an early winter!

    As I saw this beautiful act, tears filled my eyes. Prana taught us how to live life with love.

Painting from Memory

    I was born in Damyang, a beautiful place known for its bamboo forests in Korea. I spent much time in the forests painting pictures of the 1 . Painting is one of my talents. I lived there until last year when my family moved to New York. My mother, a scientist, was asked to come work here.

    "There are no bamboo forests," I said, "there is nothing to 2 in New York."" Don't worry, you will find many things to see and paint there," my mother said. I still felt 3. "But I will miss home," I said. "Then you can paint pictures of your favorite places. They will make you feel at home even in New York," she said. So when we moved, I brought my forest paintings with me.

    New York was not easy at first. I missed home a lot. Yet when I looked at my paintings of bamboo, I felt much better. 1 soon 4 friends at school too. They also like painting, and we now paint in a group after school.

    Last month, we had a new neighbor, Varvara, an old lady who moved from Russia, to be closer to her daughter. She was sad to leave her home. My mother and I often visited her. She told us her unbearable homesick and everything about her hometown Vyborg. I could5 her home in my head.

    Varvara missed her home so much that she became ill. I worried about her and I wanted to do something for her. I had ever been in her6 before. At least, I had my forest paintings of home. However, she didn't even have that. Unless. A few days later, I met Varvara on the stairs. She looked better but still sad. I gave her my gift: a painting of Vyborg. I had painted it from her 7.

    She began to cry as she saw the painting. At first, I was worried that she didn't like it. Later, she told me that those were 'cars of joy. I knew just how she8 -wherever you go, hometown is always with you.