When I was in Grade Three, I was chosen to play the lead role in the school play.

    For weeks my mother helped me1my lines (台词), but once on stage, every word disappeared2my head. Then my teacher asked me to change3 and be the narrator.

    Although I didn't tell my 4what had happened that day, she5my unhappiness and asked if I wanted to take a walk in the yard.

    It was a lovely6day.  It was warm.  In the yard all the flowers came out. We could see lots of dandelions (蒲公英) dancing among the colorful flowers.  How beautiful they were! I watched my mother carelessly bend down by some flowers.  "I think I am going to7all the useless grass." She said.

    "But I like dandelions," I said, "All flowers are 8 —even dandelions".

    My mother looked at me9"Yes, every flower shines in its own way, doesn't it?" she said. I nodded. "So that is10of people, too." She added.

    She had guessed my11 I started to cry and told her the truth.

    "You will be a great narrator." She said. Then she told me 12I loved to read stories to her when I was in Grade One.

    Over the next few13I learned to take pride in the role. The big day finally14.A few minutes before the play, my teacher came over to me.  "Your mother asked me to give this to you," she said, passing me a dandelion.  After the play, I took the flower home, laughing that I was perhaps15 person who would keep such a common dandelion.

    Jackson and Thomas are two good friends. They always 1 each other.

    One evening Jackson says to his wife, "Thomas got married (结婚) last month. He doesn't have 2 money. I'd like to give something to him in his 3.

    "Oh, that's a good 4," says his wife. "But don't tell him," says Jackson. "If he knows I put things there, he will 5 take them.

    So, later that night Jackson takes two bags of fruit and food to Thomas's kitchen.

    The next day, he 6 something strange (奇怪的).

    "I took two bags of fruit and food to Thomas's house last night, 7 I still have the same number of bags in my house. 8 did that happen?"

    Jackson 9 to take the things again that night. But the next morning, he sees the 10 number of bags again! "That's strange," he thinks. That night he 11 again.

    He carries a large bag of fruit and food in his hand. With the bright moonlight, he can see 12 person coming down the road. He is carrying something in his 13, too.

    "Thomas!" Jackson cries. "What are you doing?"

    "I'm worried about you, Jackson", says Thomas. "Your family is 14 than mine. I think you need more food and fruit. The two friends quickly know what happens to them.

    They both laugh happily. "It is15 to have a friend like you," they both say.

    Once upon a time, there lived a bird named Bharunda. He was strange 1he had two necks with two heads, but shared the same body.

    One day, the bird found a delicious apple. The first head said2. "Oh, what a delicious-looking apple! I am 3 to find it." Then, he started eating the apple.

    The second head wanted to share the fruit, but he was 4. The first head laughed and said, "We share the same 5. It makes no difference on who eats the 6. After all, it goes to the same stomach.

    What's more, I am the one who found it, so I have the right to eat it myself." The second head felt 7, but he kept silent.

    A few days later. the second head found a pear which was from a poisonous(有毒的)tree. He said to the first head that he was going to eat this fruit.

    The first head began to 8. He shouted loudly "Please don't eat this fruit. It is a poisonous one. We share the same stomach. If you eat it, we will both die. I'm sorry 9what I did several days ago." The first head also promised to 10 things with the second one.

    From then on, they got on well with each other.

Feeling quite hopeless, Jack walked down the streets, knowing he came to the end of life. In his fifties, Jack had never been married, experienced the happiness of having children or spent holidays with his family. On this sad rainy night, he felt that there was 1 in the whole world cared whether he lived or died.

At that time I was sitting in my room watching the rain 2 my window. When I heard the doorbell ring, I jumped from my chair and ran out. But my mother was already at the 3 . Opening it, she saw a very dirty-looking man with tears falling down his face. My mother, always 4 and warm-hearted, invited the man inside, and he sat with my parents in our living room.

As I wanted to know what the man looked like, I walked downstairs secretly. The man, holding his head in his hands and crying, made my heart ache. I ran back upstairs and took 5 my only half-dollar coin. Then I walked right into the living room. The three persons looked at me 6 as I quickly made my way over the stranger. I put the half-dollar coin in his hand and gave him a 7 . Running back upstairs, I felt excited but happy.

Downstairs, Jack sat quietly with tears falling down his face as he tightly held that coin. Finally 8 my parents, he said, "I thought nobody cared. For the last twenty years, I have been so 9 . That is the first hug I have ever got. It's hard to believe that somebody 10 ."

Jack's life changed that night. When he left our house, he didn't want to die but to 11 . We never saw Jack again, 12 we received letters from him from time to time, letting us know that he was doing fine.

My life changed that night too, as I 13 the power of giving a hug, although it's only a gift of fifty cents. 14 Jack left, my parents asked him why he had knocked on our door. Jack said that when he'd walked along the streets that rainy night, 15 and ready to die, he had noticed a sticker on the car. It read: SOMEBODY LOVES YOU.

It was the last day of the school year. The classroom was filled with excitement. When our teacher, Mr. Johnson, walked in, holding a CD player, everyone's face lit up with a smile. We knew that this wasn't going to be another normal day, but a special one.

"Please calm down and sit," said Mr. Johnson, "I'm glad everyone's here for the final reading test of the year." When everyone cried, Mr. Johnson laughed, saying it was just a joke. Then he reminded us that we still had a job to do. "You need to clean out your desks and put all your things into your backpacks," he added gently.

As we began our task, Mr. Johnson turned on the CD player. The lively music made the room feel like a party. Some of us started singing along with the music, and others were dancing around their desks while they were cleaning them out. Even Mr. Johnson showed us a few dance steps, making everyone laugh heartily. After we finished cleaning, someone asked, "When is break time?" Mr. Johnson took out some balls and started playing with them. Suddenly, he let the balls drop and said, "Break time starts... now!"

Just as we were about to rush out, our headmaster, Mrs. Miller, appeared at the door. "Mr. Johnson!" She cried out. A moment of silence fell over the room as we thought, "Mr. Johnson might be in trouble." However, to our surprise, Mrs. Miller couldn't help but laugh at the sight and left us to enjoy our break.

During break time, Mr. Johnson surprised us with another treat. He went to the cafe and came back with ice creams for everyone. We all cheered for him!

As we walked back to the classroom, we passed Mrs. Miller's office. Someone joked, "Don't play with the ice creams, Mr. Johnson!" We all laughed together.