J. K. Rowling is the writer of Harry Potter, which is now one of the best-sellers in the world. She 1born in Britain on July 31st, 1965. She had one sister who was two years 2 than her. Both girls liked 3 to their father's bedtime stories. They especially loved stories about magic. Rowling wrote her first story 4 the age of six.

    On a long train trip in 1990, an idea came to her. She wanted to write about a boy who had magic but he didn't know it. In 1992, Rowling began 5 the first Harry Potter book for young 6. It appeared in June, 1997. The book was a great success. And the film came out in November, 2001. Now the Harry Potter series (系列) is 7 with people of all ages and about sixty 8 books were sold in 200 countries. In this series, Harry is an ordinary boy: polite, friendly, brave and clever. So when children read about Harry, they can imagine being like him. That's  9 the Harry Potter series has been so popular.

J. K. Rowling is very 10 with the success. Now she's really enjoying life. She said she would go on writing children's books.

    Mrs. West lives in Hangzhou. We know that Hangzhou is very hot in summer.1 , many people don't want to go out after 2  . But Mrs. West has to  3  her father at the bus stop in such a hot afternoon.

    Her father, Harry, is sixty years old. He lives in a small town. These days he doesn't feel well. So Mrs. West4 him and asks him to come to see a 5 in the hospital in the city. Because she thinks the hospital there may be6 for him.

    Now she 7  on the way to the bus stop. There 8  no trees and she feels very hot. But she's too fat and can't walk fast（快）. She walks and walks. Suddenly she finds a boy walking behind her. She gets9 .

    "Why are you walking behind me, boy?" she asks angrily.

    "It's 10 ." the boy answers.

    It was the middle of July. I had spent two days exploring a bat cave in the desert in southern New Mexico. The cave was part of an ancient flow of lava（熔岩流），now hardened into rock. I had left the cave and was driving my pickup truck on a rough（高低不平的）track across the  1surface of the lava flow.

    Suddenly, the truck came to a stop, caught on a black lava rock.

    A quick check of the underside 2the worst: the truck's axle（车轴）was bent，nearly broken in two. I couldn't 3 help in such faraway country. I put the food and cans of water into my backpack and set off on foot, going north, the direction of the main highway. I was low on water. Too little food did not matter much, but hiking across the desert in July without water could be dangerous. As I set out, unreasonable 4 came over my mind. I was afraid of everything around me. Each creature made my heart jump. In my mind, every movement was a scary animal about to strike and kill me.

    I walked for hours and cried until I 5that nobody was around to hear me. Complaining was useless. A change came over me. I began to feel less afraid. Fear was replaced by curiosity. I went on, and slowly but surely began to see the desert world differently, through 6 eyes, not frightened ones.

    That night I lay on the warm sand, using my backpack as a pillow. The sky went dark. The stars began to shine in the hugeness of the heavens. With a smile I thought how little there was to fear, after all. By noon the following day I 7north. I began to think how lucky I was to see the wild desert world. A wrecked truck and a forced hike across the desert gave me an/a 8 to see what few others ever saw

    Late in the day, I came to a farmhouse. I drank all the lemonade that the farmer and his wife had in their refrigerator. "I liked it out there," I told them when we got to talking. "I just wish I had been less frightened. I would have noticed more that way "I know what you mean," the man said thoughtfully.

"It's a rare sight, that desert wilderness, a rare sight'

    Hello! My name is Anna. I'm ten. My 1  is Alice. She is 38. My father is Sam. He is 2 ,too. They teach(教书)in a 3. I have a 4 and a brother. My sister is Betty. She is a nice 5. She is 5. The6 is my brother Tony. I have 7 uncle. He is 35. My aunt is 33. 8 ! 9 the boys? 10are David and Bill. They are my cousins. They are my uncle's sons.

    Once upon a time, there lived a little boy one night, when the boy was sleeping, his hands, feet and eyes started 1 who was the most important.

    "We're the most important," the eyes said. "Without us, the 2  wouldn't know where to go, and the hands wouldn't know what to take."

    "No," the hands didn't 3 the eyes. "Sure, the eyes can see, but we're the ones playing with toys."

    "It is certain that we are the most important," the feet shouted. "We're the ones that run to the toys in the first place."

    An elf(精灵)that lived on a bookshelf full of storybooks next to the boy's bed 4 the argument.

    "All of you made a 5," he said. The hands, eyes and feet asked why.

    "I think you are 6 on your own. But together you make up a 7 body," the elf replied, "All of you have an important task: to 8 the boy and to help him in every way."

    After hearing the elf's words, they 9 that they were all very important to the boy. Then they never argued with each other. 10, they became friends and always worked together.

    There was once a bad king. All the people hated him. One day in a summer he was swimming alone in a1. The king was good at2, but he suddenly (突然) fell ill when he was in the middle of the river. He cried out, "Help! Help!" At that moment two3_were nearby. They4ran there and jumped into the river and saved him. They didn't know that he was the king before saving him.

    The king was5, so he said to the farmers, "You saved my life. Now you may6anything, and I'll give it to you." The younger farmer said, "My daughter is ill. Please send her to a good7" The king promised to do so. Then he asked the older farmer."8can I do for you, old man?" The older farmer9for some time and then answered, "You can do a very important thing for me. Don't tell10we saved you."