Do you know the pretty girl? Her name is Tian Wei. She was born on April 5,1986. She was from Beijing. 她有一双大眼睛 and short hair. She was good at Chinese. And she loved writing.

    她是不幸的。When she was in Grade 8, she was ill. Her doctor said she would lose her life anytime. But she wasn't afraid of death. She kept on studying and writing. She died on August 13, 2007, At the end of her life, she was still smiling.

    Tian Wei had a great dream. She hoped that people could read her book in the bookshops. In Mrach, 2009, her only book Hua Tian Ban Mu(半亩花田) came out. It had more than 5 thousand words. In her book she said, "I'm always aching（疼痛) if possible, I'll let my right eye weep(哭泣) but the other one smile."

I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat doing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk,” she would say again, “it's for Elizabeth.” I never saw her be angry, and never saw her cry. I knew she loved me—she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was “too emotional(易动感情的)”. But she lived “on the surface(表面)”. As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive(原谅) me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment(失望), then little interest and, finally, peace— it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside —a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded(折叠) and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.

    I go to work at ten o'clock every night. When I ride a bike to my office, I talk with other doctors. Then I go to help all the sick people. Some nights are very quiet, but some nights are really busy, especially on weekends. On busy nights, I even have to help other doctors.

    I can go home at six o'clock every morning. On my way home, I can see only a few people on the street. When I get home, I eat breakfast with my family first. Then, I read newspapers. That's my habit. I can get some news from the newspapers. After that, I go to bed. My job isn't easy, but I like it a lot because I can help people.

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    There are many kinds of love. For me there is a kind of unusual love, which I call "soft love". Both my parents love me very much. Now I'd like to thank my father for giving me so much soft love. He has his own way to communicate with me.

    My father works at a university as a teacher. He is very strict with his students. He puts his heart into his work. All of his students love him. At home he is both a good husband and a good father. He is strict with me, too, so I am afraid of him. There is one thing that I will never forget.

    At the end of last term, my scores were lower than ever before, so I was very worried about it. My father came to my room and saw the report card. At that time, I was afraid that my father would be angry with me. But to my surprise, he left the room without any words. I couldn't help crying.

    The next day, when I got up, I found a letter. I opened it, and it was written by my father, "Dear daughter, I know that studying is hard work, but you won't give it up, will you? I believe that you can be the best. Now I want to give you some pieces of advice: ⒈Where there is a will, there is a way. ⒉Practice makes perfect. ⒊It's no use crying over spilt milk." After I read the letter, I couldn't say a word. So I wrote, "Dad, I can do it! Thank you!"

    I think that the soft love between my father and me makes us even closer!

    A farmer had a friend and his friend was famous for growing wonderful apple trees.

    One day, the farmer's friend gave him a young apple tree and told him to take it home and plant it.

    The farmer loved the gift. But when he got home, he did not know where to plant it. He was afraid that if he planted the tree near the road, strangers would steal the apples. If he planted the tree in one of his fields, his neighbors would come at night and steal the apples. If he planted the tree near his house, his children would take the apples. Finally he planted the tree in his wood. Nobody could see it, but there was no sunlight in his wood, the tree soon died.

    Later, the friend asked the farmer why he planted the tree in such a poor place. "What's the difference?" the farmer said angrily, "If I plant the tree near the road, strangers may steal the apples. If I plant the tree in one of my field, my neighbors may come at night and steal the apples. If I plant the tree near my house, my children may take the apples."

    "Yes," said the friend. "but at least someone could enjoy the apples. Now no one could eat the apples, and the apple tree died!"

A little bear is called Herry. He doesn't like brushing1. Every day his mother2to him,

"Herry, it's time for you to brush your teeth and go to bed.""I know, Mom." says Herry unhappily. He goes to the3and turns on the tap(龙头). He keeps water running. His mother thinks he is brushing his teeth.

"Too many teeth! How can I brush all these teeth?" Herry feels sad. "Maybe I can do it tomorrow morning. It is too bad to brush teeth every day." He looks at his4teeth and thinks, "I don't want to brush my teeth today. I can brush them twice tomorrow. That will be OK."

But the next day, he doesn't brush his teeth. He always thinks he can do it tomorrow. One morning, when he gets up, he finds all of his teeth have gone5. He cries, "My teeth! My teeth! " His mother comes into his bedroom and says, "What's6?" "I don't have any teeth now, Mom! I7to brush my teeth every day. " He cries again and again. His mother takes him to see the8. The doctor says, "Oh, little bear! I am9to say you can't eat any food now. There aren't any teeth in your mouth."

The little bear cries and cries10. Suddenly he wakes up, "Oh, thank goodness! It is a dream. A terrible dream." He gets up at once and goes to brush his teeth. He tells himself to brush his teeth every day.