Mrs. Green works very long hours every day. She usually gets up(起床 ) at 5:40. She brushes her teeth(刷牙) and goes to her workplace (工作地点). Then she runs with some kids. After that she takes a shower(淋浴). she eats her breakfast at 7:00. Her work starts(开始) at 8:10. she is good at(擅长 ) history and many boys and girls learn history from her. All the kids（孩子） like her very much. She often talks or plays games with the kids. She  usually goes to bed(睡觉) after 22:00. she is often very tired(劳累) but she likes her job and loves the kids. She doesn't work on weekends. Mrs. Green likes reading at home on weekends(周末). Sometimes some kids' parents come to her home to talk about their kids. When Monday comes, Mrs. Green gets busy again.

Wanting: I want nothing but music

    Wanting Qu, born and raised in Harbin, Heilongjiang, China, has become one of the most popular singers in China this year. During the past few months, her name and songs have spread quickly on the Internet, over the radio, and in almost every corner of China. You would be considered totally “out” if you have never heard of her song “Stay in My Song”.

    She is a girl full of courage. At only 16, Wanting left home and entered a Canadian school to study business, starting her life in a foreign country alone. Soon，she found that her true passion was music. She went on to get her degree(学位), but also tried her hand at songwriting. She did part-time jobs to keep on her study like many Chinese students who study in foreign countries, but never gave up her dream of being a musician. When the chance came, she bravely introduced herself to the CEO of Nettwerk and became the first Chinese singer-songwriter the company signed in 26 years.

    Wanting's music career started to take off in 2009 when she worked in Nettwerk. In 2011, after hearing the songs she wrote and recorded, the famous Chinese composer Zhang Yadong called her and would like to work with her.

    With all the successes she has achieved in China, Wanting is recording her first English album. She is ready to conquer(征服) the world.

The Basket

    Two things changed my life; my mother and a white, pretty bike basket. My mother is a strict parent and I had to earn my pocket money by doing housework around the house.

    One day, my mother drove me to the bike shop to get a tire fixed, and there it was in the window; white, shiny, and decorated with beautiful flowers. It was so special and I knew I had to have the basket. "It's beautiful," my mother said when I pointed it out to her.

    "Mom, please, can I get it? I'll do more housework for as long as you say, but I need that basket. I really love it……"

    "You know," she said gently, "If you save up, you could buy this yourself." "By the time I make enough, it'll be gone!"

    "I'll buy the basket for you, but you have to work for it," she said.

    My mother bought the beautiful basket and put it safely in some secret place I couldn't find. Each week I eagerly counted my growing income. And then, weeks later, I jumped for joy. Oh, happy day! I made it! I finally had the exact amount we'd agreed upon.

    Days later, the unthinkable thing happened. A neighbor girl appeared with the exact same basket on her shiny, new bike. The eight-year-old me cried and ran fast back home to tell my mother about this terrible news.

    And then came the lesson I've taken with me through my life; "Honey, it doesn't matter that the baskets look the same. Your basket is extra-special," Mom said, gently drying my hot tears. "Your basket is special because you got the basket through your hard work."

    A young man went to a job interview in a big company. The director discovered that the young man's college grades were great. He wondered who paid for the young man's education. The young man told him that his parents did and they worked as clothes cleaners.

    The director found that the young man's hands were smooth and perfect. "Have you ever helped your parents wash clothes?" the director asked. "No. My parents always let me study. Besides, my parents can wash clothes faster than me."

    The director asked him to go back home and wash his parents' hands. When he got home, he asked his parents to let him clean their hands. His parents felt strange but happy. Then the young man began to clean their hands slowly.

    His tears fell as he did that. He found that his parents'hands were so old and pale because of long time in water. There were also so much hurt in their hands. He knew the hurt had much to do with his school fees (费用). After cleaning his parents' hands, the young man quietly washed all the rest clothes for them.

    The next morning, the young man went to the director's office. The director noticed the tears in the young man's eyes. He told the young man that he was accepted.

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"Cindy…Soloist (独唱者)." I couldn't believe it—on the cover of the program was my name rather than Renee's! 

Renee and I had been classmates since kindergarten. She was always 1 I was and she was always ahead of me. The school plays? Renee would have the 2 . Softball? She played first base (垒) while I watched her from my 3 in the outfield. 

Trying out for the choir (合唱团) concert was a 4 process for me. As we were waiting for Ms. Jenkins's call into the choir room. my heart 5 . My whole body began shaking when my name was called. Then I saw Renee's smile and her 6 relaxed me. 

A week later, Ms. Jenkins announced the result. I was certain that Renee's name would be on the 7 while mine wouldn't. But finally, Ms. Jenkins looked at me and said, "Cindy, you will have to start practicing with me. The solos need more8 ."

"Solo? I got the solo?" I 9 this. But Renee just gave me the thumbs up sign. 

The big day came. The choir walked onto the stage (舞台) and I was front and center. The spotlight 10 me in its bright light, but I froze right there. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't sing. The note started up and then 11 in my throat. 

"You can do it, Cindy!" Renee whispered behind. I took a deep breath and sang out. All that came out was an unpleasant 12 But in that same moment, came the pure tone of the right note. My voice 13 and matched Renee's. When the next note came, it was all me. 

The rest of the solo went 14 . And when the concert was over, there came a burst of loud applause (掌声). Renee was the first to 15 me. 

"Thanks, Renee!"

Renee smiled, "That's what friends are for!"

"Friends?" I smiled, beginning to love the feeling of being her friend. 

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Miss Dinmore went to a paint store. She saw many {#blank#}3{#/blank#} there—yellow, red, blue, green... It was hard to choose.

"I know what to do,"said Miss Dinmore at last. "I'll draw pictures of my house {#blank#}4{#/blank#} all of these colors. Then I'll choose the best one."

 Then Miss Dinmore started to draw a lot of {#blank#}5{#/blank#} of her own house. "All of the pictures of my house are beautiful," said Miss Dinmore. "But I still can't decide which color will {#blank#}6{#/blank#} my house happier."

One day, a neighbor saw Miss Dinmore's pictures. She liked {#blank#}7{#/blank#} very much. "I'll tell others,"she said. "Everyone will want to see your pictures.

It was true. {#blank#}8{#/blank#} the neighbor told others about it, and a number of people came to see the pictures. "What a nice little house you have,"everyone said.

"It is a nice little house,"said Miss Dinsmore quietly. "But I wish it looks..."

She stopped and looked around. Her little house was {#blank#}9{#/blank#} of people looking at pictures, drinking tea, talking and laughing. They all {#blank#}10{#/blank#}a good time. "It's a nice little house," she said again. "And it's a happy little house, too—when good friends come to visit me."