Mr. Brown lives on Green Street now. He wants to send a postcard(寄明信片) to his pen friend in Toronto, but he doesn't know where the post office is. “ where is the post office？” he asks his new neighbor Joe. “I want to send a postcard to Toronto.” “The post office is quite far from here，” answers Joe. “If you only want to post some letters(信件) or postcards, you needn't go to the post office. You can put them into a mailbox（信箱）down the street.”

    The Sweetest Sight

    I was in the most beautiful city in the world, yet I only wanted home.

    It was an amazing week for my husband and me –the trip of a lifetime. Months ago, when my husband told me that he would have a meeting in London. I expressed my 1to go to Europe together with him. Then we asked his mother to 2our two children and started off.

    During the week's time, 3visited London and Paris –as much as we could, Big Ben, the Louvre and so on. All these were beautiful places we expected to see before. We really enjoyed ourselves.

    On our last night in Paris,4we enjoyed the night view(夜景) of the Eiffel Tower, my husband called home. His mother 5the phone. In a second, my husband's face fell and he looked so worried. I could feel something6happened.

    “What's wrong?” I asked.

    He didn't answer and continued to listen. A few minutes later, he said 7to me that Tony, our seven-year-old son, had fallen off his bike and8his leg. He must be sent to hospital at once.

    At that moment, Paris suddenly lost its charm(魅力).

    “I don't want to be here! I shouldn't be here! I should be home 9my kids!”

    We hurried back to our hotel and then to the airport …

    Finally, we got home. We rushed into our children's bedroom. Seeing our two children, I suddenly realized the truth: there is no10sight(风景)in the world than your children's faces that greet you at home.

    The Lost Thing is a story about a young man. He often wears a pair of glasses. He likes collecting(收集)bottle caps when he's travelling around the world. One day, he takes an old train to the beach. He sees a strange red teapot(茶壶)。It is about 3-4m tall. It's very friendly to him. They play with a ball in the afternoon. When the sun goes down, he starts to know that his friend doesn't have the owner(主人). He thinks, "It might be a lost thing." He wants to know more about the red teapot, so he tries to help it find its owner. Will the teapot find its owner? It's a secret.

    Emily and Alex were happy when their family moved to a house with a very big garden. They could climb up trees, grow flowers and even play badminton. They liked to watch the birds flying among the trees in the garden. They even started to put food out to attract（吸引） more birds.

    Everything was fine for a few days until one afternoon there was a strange bumping noise on a window. Emily went outside and found a small bird dead on the grass. Its neck seemed to be broken.

    "It must have flown into the window," Alex said when his sister Emily called him to have a look. "Ah, yes, look here. You can see the mark where it hit the window. There are a couple of tiny feathers stuck(粘贴) on the window."

    "Poor thing!" Emily said.

    During the next month, another five birds died in the same way. "Why would they fly to the windows?" they wondered. Finally they found out the truth. When the birds were flying, they couldn't see into the rooms. All they saw was the reflection(反射) of the garden. They thought that they were flying into trees because they saw trees reflected by the window.

    "Something has to be done to save the birds." the parents decided.

    At first, he family tried keeping curtains（窗帘）across the windows, but this made the room dark. Then they bought some strong black paper and cut out the shape of a hawk. They made six hawks—one for each window. They stuck the hawks to the windows. They looked pretty and did not keep out much light. When the birds saw the hawks, they would fly away.

    After that, there were no more dead birds. The family were much happier.