John and Ann are from Dublin，Ireland．They've been friends since they were children．They lived in the same neighbourhood(社区)when they were young and they went to the same university．

    Today John is a 34-year-old policeman．He works in the heart of Dublin．He is very busy and doesn't have much free time．He found a maid(女佣)to clean his house on Saturdays，but during the week he has to make the bed and tidy up his room．He must also wash the dishes．Sometimes he cooks a meal，but most of the time he stops at a restaurant near his home and buys a meal for dinner．He often arrives home very late．Luckily．his maid is quite professional and takes good care of the house．In just 6 hours，the house becomes clean，with a flesh look and clean air．

    Ann is 35 years old．She lives in a small village in Dublin．She works as a doctor at the village's health centre．She starts working at 9 a.m and finishes at 4 p.m．There is a half-hour lunch break at 12：30 pm．After work，Ann has to pick up her two daughters from school．After they arrive home ，the children do their homework while Ann prepares dinner．Her husband usually does part of the housework when he gets home．First he prepares the…children's bath and then he washes clothes．Before dinner,he hangs(挂)up the clothes and then the children help him to lay the table(摆放餐具)and…it's dinner time!After dinner,Ann's husband usually does the dishes while she tidies up the kitchen．When there is too much rubbish，she takes it out．

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    Tears filled my eyes when I stood in our room. I was washing new jeans and a shirt of my 16-year- old stepson(继子), Brett. He drank a lot last night. The clothing was already dirty.

    I was very tired. The clothes were just one thing. He had already kicked a large hole in his bedroom wall. Many windows were broken because of his breaking in to steal money. Brett came to live with us when he was 12 years old. During those four years I had dealt with Brett as patiently as possible, but inside I was feeling sad. Later, I cheered up again and continued parenting Brett. Still, Brett did not change his behavior.

    When Brett was nearly 18, my husband and I decided to send Brett to a boarding school that had very good result with troubled teenagers.

    At the graduation ceremony the graduates stood one by one to thank those who had helped them. Each graduate held a rose to give to the person who had meant the most to him or her.

    Brett spoke lovingly to me, “You did so much. You were always there, no matter what happened. You always showed me such love. And I want you to know that I love you for “it”.

    Surprised, I stood as Brett placed the white rose in my hand and hugged me hard. At that moment I realized the truth-although I had been angry in my heart toward my stepson, Brett had seen only my actions.

    Hello! Here is a UFO. And I am an alien(外星人).My name is Eric. Look!my jacket is nice. It's white. This is my pen. What color is it? It's red. And what's this in English? It's a ruler. It's a green ruler. What's that? It's an English CD. I like(喜欢)it. Do you like me?

    Walter Dean Myers，born on August 12，1937，was an American writer of children's books．He was known for young adult literature （文学） He wrote more than 100 books，including picture books and non﹣fiction．"I care about writing for young people because I remember how much I needed help and guidance at that time in my life，"Myers said in his book．

    Myers loved writing．He got up at five o'clock every morning．He worked at home in a small office that used to be his son's bedroom．

    Myers would first write an outline for every book．He called this prewriting．He imagined what the story would be and wrote down ideas in a notebook．To make sure there's enough action and dialogue for a good story，he thought of 30scenes．He wrote a short description of each scene in his notebook．

    He also cut out pictures of real people and put them on his office walls．He looked at those pictures and came up with ideas．Once he knew what the story would be and who the characters were，he began to write the book．He wrote five pages a day on his computer．

    Myers usually worked on three books at a time．When he was not prewriting or writing a book，he might be rewriting something he had already completed．Then he would send the story to his agent （经纪人）．He or she made suggestions for the story．After these final changes were made，the book was published and made its way to bookstores and libraries．By that time，Myers would begin to write his next book．"I want to do the best that I can with my writing．"said Myers．

    The moon was behind a cloud and there weren't many stars in the sky.

    It was a dark night. I saw a glow(光) in my neighbour's kitchen. I thought he was having a night meal so I went back to my bed.

    Soon, there was a smell of burning in the air and I thought there was probably something wrong. I jumped out of the bed quickly and went out to make sure. I saw a fire coming out of my neighbour's kitchen. Then I shouted "Fire! Fire! ".But no one in the neighbourhood heard my shouts for help.

    I ran into my house, called the fire department(消防队) and went back to my neighbour's house. I banged(猛敲) on the door and called out my neighbour's name, but there was no answer. Finally I broke into the house and rescued a cat and a dog.

    I tried to pour water through the kitchen window but it was no use. It was a big fire. Luckily, the firemen arrived soon and stopped the fire.

    When my neighbour came back, he was sad for his kitchen but he thanked me for calling the fire department and for saving his pets. He wanted to give me some money but I did not accept it.

    Weeks later, my neighbour had a new kitchen. He invited me to see his new kitchen and we enjoyed a big meal there. It made me very happy.

    As my husband, Doug, stood on the busy New York city street trying to stop a taxi, I tried to protect my daughter from the cold December wind and rain. I put my head down to kiss her tiny face.

    Frustrated and1, my husband gave up his try to flag down a taxi. I knew the feeling. Just after her first birthday, we2that our daughter Katie had a rare(罕见的) brain illness. Since that moment, Doug and I felt like runners in a marathon race where the finish line kept disappearing. We knew Katie was running out of3. It had taken months before we finally 4 a name for the illness, but only a few doctors in the world knew 5 to treat it. Now, as we finally found a brilliant doctor to save our girl, we were in a strange6in the cold rain.

    Just at the moment, a middle-aged woman pulled over and said, "Pardon me? May I offer you a ride?"

    7we could say anything, she continued, "It's really no trouble for8. Just get in."

    It was then that I noticed her thick Irish accent(口音), which9 me up like hot soup. We 10said, "Thanks! Roosevelt Hospital, please, "as we got in her car for the ride.

    "Are you going11the baby?" she asked us.

    I nodded my head, holding back my tears.

    At the hospital, we12 her a dozen times for the ride, as the woman hugged me. I noticed her face was wet with tears. She promised to pray for（为……祈祷）us before she left.

    After three more visits to New York and two more13operations，Katie is cured. But the14of the Irish Angel still rang as a reminder of a tiny ray of light that appeared in our15days. We would pray for her just as she did for us.