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.

    It snowed again. My seventh Christmas was round the corner. I dreamed of getting the present from Father Christmas until my elder sister dropped the bomb (突然宣布). "There is no Father Christmas." 

    I ran to my grandmother's house, for she always told the 1. Grandmother was at home. I told her everything. "No Father Christmas?" she was a little 2. "Don't believe it. Put on your coat, and let's go."

    "Go? Where, Grandma?" I asked.

    "Kerby's Store. "

    As we walked through its doors. Grandma handed me the dollars and said. "Take the 3and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of the Kerby's.

    For a few seconds I just stood there, holding the money, wondering what to buy, and who to buy it for.

    I thought of everybody I knew, my family, my friends, my neighbours… I suddenly thought of Bobbie Decbar, a boy with bad breath (口臭) and messy (凌乱的) hair. He sat right behind me in Mrs Polack's class.

    Bobbie 4 went to any party during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, 5 we all knew that he didn't have a cough. In fact, he didn't have a 6. I decided to buy Bobbie a red warm coat that he would like.

    That evening, grandma helped me wrap (包裹) the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons (缎带), and write "To Bobbie. From Father Christmas" on it. Grandma told me Father Christmas never let people know that he 7 them. Then she drove me over to Bobbie's home, telling me that I was helping Father Christmas 8 the presents.

    Grandma parked the car along the street and we hid behind the trees near Bobbie's home. Then Grandma said to me. "All right, Father Christmas, get going."

    I took a deep breath, rushed to his front door, put the present down 9 the door, rang the doorbell and flew back to the safety of the 10 and Grandma. We waited breathlessly in the dark for the front door to open. Finally it did and there stood Bobbie.

    That night, I realized that Father Christmas was alive and well, and we were on his team.

    Traditional Chinese opera is finding new life in a different art form. More than100 primary school teachers came to a training course to pass on the art to schoolchildren. After learning Chinese opera-themed (戏剧题材的) cartoons, they are now confident that they can spark (激发) children's interest.

    These school teachers proved to be quick learners in Chinese opera. They are practising a classic piece of Yueju Opera, a major branch of the Chinese opera family.

    Fang Tingting, the performer of Shanghai Yueju Opera Troupe, said, "I was actually nervous about teaching them, because I thought they may not be interested. But their passion (热情) swept away my worries. I think they will do well in helping Chinese opera."

Cartoons naturally attract the attention of children. Introducing Chinese opera to them in this way proved to be great.

    Liu Hui,a school teacher, said, "The children are really interested in the cartoons. As teachers, we give them some directions and they start to copy something from the opera."

    The teachers also believed this digital method really builds a bridge between the children and this traditional art form. And it really helps them learn the rich culture of China. They are glad to be trained here to take on this task.

    The following are the messages from Mike's moments (朋友圈) on WeChat during the trip to Beijing.

    Today is July 5, my birthday, the first day of our trip. It's 2:30 p. m. I'm riding a bike with my parents and my little brother Bob in Beihai Park. We are singing, listening to birds, and having a lot of fun.

    Today is July 6. It's the second day of our trip. We plan to visit the Great Wall. There area lot of people along the way. I feel a little tired, but I'm happy! While we are climbing the mountain, I talk about my future (将来的) job with my parents. What do I want to be? Ha! Maybe a teacher or a singer.

    My parents are visiting their old friend, a famous writer, at her place. I am having lunch with Bob and watching a show in Deyunshe. The food isn't so delicious but the show ... Well, it's so humorous and interesting. I really like it.

    It is the fourth day of our trip. We're going back home at 6:00 p. m. It's 10:00 a m. now. We are visiting the famous Chocolate Factory and making chocolate by ourselves happily. We are really having a great time here! Sweet Kiwi! I love you!

Ten years ago, I drove a taxi for a living. One day when I arrived to pick up my passenger at 2:30 am., the building was 1 except for a single light. Many drivers would just honk（按喇叭）, but I always went to the door. It might be someone who needs my help, I 2 to myself. 

So I walked to the door and 3 . "Just a minute", answered a weak, elderly voice. After a while, the door opened. A small woman in her eighties stood 4 me. By her side was a small suitcase. All the furniture was covered with sheets（床单）. In the corner was a paper box 5 of photos. 

I took the suitcase to the car, and then returned to help. She took my arm and we walked 6 toward the car. She kept thanking me for my 7 . "It's nothing," I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother 8 ."

"Oh, you're such a good man," she said. When we got in the 9 , she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through the city?" "It's not the 10 way," I answered quickly. "Oh, I'm in no 11 ," she said "I'm on my way to a hospice（临终关怀医院）. I don't have any family left. The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly 12 the meter（计价器）. 

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She 13 me the buildings where she had once worked, lived, and gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow down in front of a particular building and would sit staring into the darkness, saying 14 .

Almost without thinking, I gave her a hug. This was perhaps the most 15 thing I had ever done in my life. Lost in thought, I wondered what would have happened if the woman had gotten an angry driver or if I had refused her. 

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