Lisa is an English girl. She is 1. She is twenty-two years old now. She is 2 actor. She is very nice. 3 hair is long and blond. She 4 blue and big eyes. Her 5 like her very much.

    Lisa looks 6 Huang Yongmei, a good actor. The actor 7 Hong Kong. Lisa's favorite 8 is red. She is often(经常) 9. Lisa likes apples, oranges and bananas. 10 is her good friend? Oh, she is Sally.

    John sat next to me when we were in No.1 Middle School. He had a serious 1 in communicating (交流) with people. One always had to guess what he was saying. Besides(此外), 2 of my classmates did not like to be with him because his hands and shirts were always 3. I tried to let him know the importance of being clean by 4 him many times a day to wash his hands. But he just could not understand.

    One day, our teacher Miss Lee walked up to John. 5 saying anything, she took John to the washroom. Slowly, Miss Lee washed his 6 and told him that he should keep himself clean. She did that every day for one month. 7, John understood.

    Miss Lee's love gives me a good example to follow when I 8 my job. I always remember to teach my students by showing them the right 9 to do things. And the most important of all, I always remember to give them 10 to learn and to grow up.

    I have a good mother. She has always made sure we eat very 1 . We live near the sea and have fish about four times a 2. We eat flesh fruit and vegetables every day. We don't eat too3sugar or fat. I'm not too heavy, so I never have to lose weight.

    I'm quite healthy. I don't often get cold, 4I had a bad cold and a high temperature last week. The reason was that I played football in the 5. I don't often have things6 the flu, either. Last winter, for air pollution, almost all my classmates cough. They have got a pain in their throats, but I didn't. I don't get these things7 I take a lot of exercise and I am very strong. Two years ago I broke my8while I was playing football and I couldn't move my arm for a month. But, 9my mother, I became well later. So as you can see from what I've said, I'm a lucky person because of my great mother. I will take good10 of my mother when I grow up.

    It was the golden season. I could see the1leaves falling with the cool wind. For others it's the harvest season, but for me, it is a(n) 2season. I was 3 for the Postgraduate Entrance Examination（研究生入学考试）. But so many unhappy things made me so tired, so I decided to have a walk in my university.

    "Autumn is a lonely season and life is uninteresting. The days in this season always get me 4, "I thought when the beautiful sound of a guitar flowed into my ears. A young girl, sitting on the stone, was lost in her guitar playing. She was a beautiful girl, 5when the wind blew her long hair.

    Lost in the music, I didn't6that I had been standing for so long. Every day I would see her playing her guitar. She was the only7and I was the only audience. On the following days, life became8and I could review the courses carefully.

    Autumn was9over. When I was listening heartily（尽情地） one day, the sound suddenly stopped. To my surprise, the girl came over to me. "You10like music," she said.

    "Yes, you play very well. Why did you stop?"I asked.

    Suddenly, her face looked 11."I came here just to have a rest because I12in the College Entrance Examination. I felt very disappointed. And it was your listening every day that13me," she said," and I have to go tomorrow."

    "In fact, it was your playing that gave me a14autumn and helped me believe that I can pass the exam," I answered." I think it was God who gave us the15to know each other and we should be good friends." She smiled and I smiled too, in that beautiful autumn.

    A teenage boy couldn't stand his parents' family rules, so he left home.

    He wanted to be1, but he had poor education and several years later, he had to ask for food in the street for a living. Now his mother has died. His father is an old man, but he is still looking 2his son. He has been to every corner of the city. Everywhere he goes, he3a big photo of himself on the wall. At the lower part of the photo he writes, "I still love you4back home!"

    One day, the son saw one of the photos. The face was familiar. "Is that my father?" He moved closer and read the5,"I still love you." He cried. When he got home, it was early morning. He6at the door. The door opened itself. He rushed to his father's7. His father was sleeping. He woke his father up. "It's me! Your8is back home!" The father and the son held each other, full of9tears. The son asked, "Why is the door unlocked? A thief could get in." The father answered10,"The door has never been locked since you left."

    The door of parents' love to their children will never be closed.