"Is it a Chinese school?" Mary asks.

      "Yes, it is." Her mother says.

      It is September(九月) and the new school year begins. Marygoes to school every day. She likes her lessons（功课） and her classmates(同学)very much.Her classmates like her, too. Mary can speak a little Chinese. She likes China.She likes the people of China and Chinese food very much. 

My name is Jack. I am a pupil of Grade One. I'm in No.1 Middle School. On weekdays I get up at six o'clock. I have breakfast at seven and then I go to school by bike. We begin our class at eight o'clock in the morning. We have four classes in the morning and three in the afternoon.

      At noon, I have lunch at home. Classes are over at four fifteen in the afternoon. After class, we often play football in the afternoon. I go home at about five. I have supper at about six thirty in the evening. I do my homework at seven thirty. At weekends, I watch TV. I often go to bed at ten. I'm very happy.

    What can you make with pieces of paper? Look at Chen Yiyan's work! The 14-year-old boy in Hangzhou Foreign Language School has an amazing talent for paper-folding. He has folded a "fantasy world" with his hands.

    Chen wasn't born with this talent. When he was a fourth-grader, he found his brother's paper-folding book. It got him interested in it. Following the 50 steps shown in the book, he made his first work--a paper elephant within two hours. Since then, he has read many books about paper-folding and practised folding paper in his spare time. So far, his fantasy world has many members, such as monsters and robots. He made his favorite work last year. It was a paper dragon that had almost 2,000 steps.

    Chen used to fold paper himself until he met Li Changnan, an eighth-grader in his school who also loved folding paper. They set up a paper-folding club last year. To their joy, their school sponsored it. With the encouragement and the money provided, they had a paper-folding class every Wednesday afternoon. The club soon attracted a lot of students.  Now it has more than 20 members. They showed their works and taught other students how to fold paper. On February 14th this year, the club also held a speech for the kids in Wenzhou Children's Library.

    "It is really exciting to develop my hobby and share it with others at the same time, "said Chen, "I hope more and more people get to know paper-folding and love the art."

    At midnight, Mr. King coughed again. He got up and took some medicine. Before he lay down again, he smoked. And he couldn't go to sleep any longer. He found the medicine book and began to read it. He was afraid he had lung cancer (肺癌）He seemed to see death was waiting for him. Tears ran down his face. He didn5t see his wife was standing by him.

    "What's wrong with you, dear?" asked the woman.

    "Nothing," the old man answered and covered his face with his hands.

    The old woman opened the book and understood at once. She said, "You must stop smoking right now."

    "I began to smoke when I was nine, you know. How can I do that?"

    "But I think health is more important".

    Mr. King coughed again and his wife said, "Go to see a doctor tomorrow. He will be able to help you, I think."

    The doctor told Mr. King to have an X-ray examination of his lungs. And then he looked at the X-ray carefully for a long time.

    "Tell me the truth, doctor," said Mr. King, "Do you see any shadows (阴影）in my lungs?"

    "No, I don't see anything."

    "Yes?" the old man said happily. "Really?"

    "Yes. Your lungs are turning black. How can I see any shadows?

    This afternoon Alan and Frank do their homework in Mike's house. At five, Mike and Alan go and play baseball. Frank can't play it. He doesn't go with them. He sees some things on the desk. "Let me tidy it up(整理),"Frank says. "The black pencil and the yellow eraser are Mike's," he says and puts them in Mike's schoolbag. Then he puts the green pencil and the purple ruler in Alan's schoolbag.

    At six, Mike and Alan come back(回来).

    "Where is my green pencil?" Mike asks.

    "It's in my schoolbag. Is my black pencil in your bag?" Alan says.

    "Yes, it is. And your yellow eraser is in my schoolbag, too," says Mike.

    "I'm sorry, boys," Frank says.

    "That's all right, Frank. We should thank you. Next time we will tidy up the desk," Mike says.

In 2004, Zhang Guimei saw a girl sitting silently on the side of a road on a cold morning, with a broken basket at her side.

Zhang, a local high school teacher, asked what was wrong. The girl told Zhang that she wanted to go to school, but her family was too poor to afford it. Zhang went to the 14-year-old girl's home and advised her parents to allow their daughter to continue schooling. However, they finally refused her. Unable to help, Zhang left. With the teenager always on her mind, Zhang was trying to work out how to help the local girls.

She came up with the idea of building a girls-only high school where students wouldn't have to pay anything. In 2007, Zhang attended an important meeting. She spoke, through media, to the public about her long-hidden dream. With the support from the local government and warm-hearted people, Huaping Girls' High School was opened in 2008. On the first day of the new school year, 100 students entered the school, most of whom were from mountainous areas. Since she started the school, Zhang Guimei has visited more than 1,600 families, traveled more than110,000 kilometers, and walked to many places to encourage parents to send their daughters to school for more than 15 years, so the girls could improve their education to change their lives.

Thanks to Zhang's efforts to help the students improve their studies, many of them were able to get offers from universities. Zhang Guimei worked silently for years, helping more than 1,800 girls in poor mountainous areas realize their dreams.