When I was young, I lived in Scotland with my parents. I had a good time there.

    One morning, I ran to the garden, and said to the old Scotsman who worked there. "Today I am going up the mountain for berries."

    "No, no, Missey, not today." he said, "It will rain."

    "No, it will not rain." I said, "The sun is up. The cook says it will be fine. The glass in the hall does not say rain."

    "Tuts, tuts." said the old man, "I care for no suns, or cooks, or glasses. The pimpernel (海绿) says it will rain, and so it will rain. Flowers, Missey, always tell the truth. When they say rain, go and get your umbrella."

    Sure enough, by noon the rain was pouring down. After that, I looked with great respect at the tiny flower, sometimes brickred, sometimes blue, which could tell about the weather. But the pimpernel is not the only plant that is a weather prophet.

    If you go into the garden, and find the African marigolds shut after seven o'clock in the morning, you may be pretty sure that there will be a rainy day. There is a little single marigold which shuts up in a hurry if the sky becomes clouded. It is called the "rainy-marigold".

    Most plants which we call "weather prophets" shut up for rain. But some plants open for rain. The cause of the opening and closing is probably the difference in light. Most likely these plants shut their flowers because there is too little light.

    But you know there are some plants which become smaller in a strong light and love the shade. You will find that most shade-loving plants, as the verbenas, do not close for rain.

    Lilies, tulips and other flowers that love the sun shut for rain. Tulips are careful not to open their cups very wide in the morning if it is likely to rain. The roses make no change. They seem not to fear wet.

    On the whole, you may be pretty sure, if you go into your garden, and find many flowers as tulips, marigolds and morning glories shut, it will be a stormy day, unfit for picnics or long walks.

This spring, the most eye-catching movie might be YOLO(《热辣滚烫》). By Feb 26, it had made over 3.3 billion yuan at the box office, reported The Paper.

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Before making YOLO, Jia was often seen as an overweight comedian. She often made j {#blank#}2{#/blank#} about herself to make people laugh. For this movie, Jia l {#blank#}3{#/blank#} 50kg and looked very d {#blank#}4{#/blank#} from what she was before. Some people online said even her voice became softer, and they call this a "rebirth" for Jia.

In Jia's eyes, her change in identity and look is her way of staying true to herself. "I'm just following my heart I {#blank#}5{#/blank#} of looking for changes on purpose. Movies arenow the best way to show myself, so I put all my energy into them," Jia told Xinhua.

He is always in my heart. I couldn't believe I lost him. As I think of my father, tears fill my eyes and stream down my face. 

My dad always wanted to go to Canada, so he wrote a letter to one of my uncles in Canada for help. My uncle successfully got a visit visa(签证)for my dad. So he flew to Canada, looking for a better life for his kids. That year, I was six. 

After a few months, dad wrote us a letter saying he was fine and happy. That letter, and its many fellows(伙伴)down the years, all with the same words, kept coming to our doors for 11 years. Yet, even as he lived here in Canada, his health was failing him―but fearing we would worry he never let on about his ill health. He spent these years in Canada working hard; finally after 11 years when he got his landed immigrant(永久居民)paper, he wrote us saying all of us could move to Canada. 

We were all happy that we would finally be together. It was to be a huge family reunion(重聚). Sadly my father did not live to see his family reunion as he suffered a serious heart attack. 

Yes, Canada is a wonderful country. So many times I can't help thinking it was here that my dad was taken away from us. When I miss him, I want someone to hold me and give me a hug. And when I see how everyone gives his father gifts on Father's Day, wishing them a long, happy life, I want to do the same. But to whom can I give my Father's Day gift and card? Where can I get the same warm loving hug again?

Hi, everyone! My name is Sheldon Cooper. I'm from America. I'm twelve years old, but I'm a middle school student. I like science very much. 

My father is a PE teacher. He teaches students to play football in my school. My mother is a beautiful woman with blue eyes. I am like her. My eyes are blue too. Missy is my aunt. She is a nice woman. Her eyes are brown. My brother's name is George. He likes to play football. He is fifteen years old, but we are in the same class. George isn't happy about it. 

This is my family. Meet my family on Young Sheldon. 

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