Monty was the son of a horse trainer. When he was in his ninth grade, he was asked to write a  1  about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

That night he wrote a seven-page paper saying that someday he'd 2 a horse ranch (牧场). He wrote about his dream and he 3 drew a picture of a 200-acre(英里) ranch with all the buildings.

    He put his  4  into the project and the next day he handed it in 5  his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a  6  that read, “See me after class. ”

    The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, “ 7  did I receive an F? ”

    The teacher said, “That is an  8  dream for a young boy like you. You come from a poor family. Owning a horse ranch needs a lot of  9  . You have to buy the land. You have to pay for other things. There is no  10  you could ever do it. ” Then the teacher added, “  11  you rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal(更现实的目标), I will make your grade better. ”

    The boy went home and thought about  12  long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, “Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important  13  for you. ”

Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the 14paper, making no changes at all. He said to the teacher, “You can keep the F and I'll keep my 15 . ”

   Zhang Hai is my friend. He is from Shanghai. He likes1.Heis in their school rock band. He often2theguitar on Sundays. He plays it very well. You can see lots of3inhis bedroom. In them you can see all kinds of guitars. Now their school rock band4two good musicians. Can you play the piano, the drums or the violin?Then you can join their band. You can also write to him. His5iszhangHai2008@126.com.

Many months ago, I made a(n) 1 to myself. I put some money in my wallet, and planned to give the money to the person in need.

 When my daily life got busy, I didn't 2 my word. But today, when walking on a busy street, I passed an old lady. She couldn't see anything. She reached her hand out on the corner(角落). I remembered the money in my wallet. I took out the money and put it into her hand 3 and slowly. I closed her fingers over the money 4 she could feel the money and understand my action.

 The lady nodded(点头) her head a little bit. I felt like I achieved something. I kept my promise to myself. What a small but 5 action!

How did you spend your summer vacation last month? I'd like to tell you what happened to me during my vacation. 

My name is Zhu Min. My parents planned a relaxing trip. We didn't need to worry about our work and studies. On the first day, before we started out for Beijing, we saw on TV that the traffic was heavy. So we decided not to drive our car but to take the bullet train(高速列车)to Beijing. It was the first time that I had ridden on the bullet train. 

On the way, an American girl, Mary, sat next to me and I talked to her. She told me that she came here for a short stay-her father came to China on business. In one year he would go back to his company in the US. "How are you getting along here?" I asked. "Pretty well. I enjoy the life here and the people are friendly, " she said. With new friends around, she still missed her friends in the US very much. "It doesn't matter. I could always connect with them by writing letters, e-mails or making phone calls. "she said with a sweet smile. 

I was really happy to meet her, and know her life in different cultures. Traveling made me know a lot!

He was an old man who fished alone in a boat and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish, the boy's parents had told him that the old man was now salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week.

It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his boat empty and he always went down to help him carry fishing tools.

The old man was thin with deep wrinkles（皱纹） in the back of his neck. His hands had the deep scars（伤疤） from dealing with heavy fish. But none of these scars were fresh.

Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and full of confidence.

"Santiago", the boy said to him as they climbed from the bank where the boat was pulled up. "I could go with you again. We've made some money."

"No," the old man said. "You' re with a lucky boat. Stay with them."

"But remember how you went eighty-seven days without a fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks."

"I remember," the old man said. "I know you did not leave me willingly."

"It was papa who made me leave. I am a boy and I must do what he told me to."

"I know. I quite understand that."

"He hasn't much faith （信念）."

"No," the old man said. "But we have. Haven't we?"

"Yes," the boy said. "Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we'll take the fishing tools home?"

"Why not?" the old man said. "Between fishermen."

They sat on the Terrace. Many fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry. Some other older fishermen looked at him and were sad. But they didn't show it and they spoke politely about the sea, the weather and of what they had seen.