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    Once upon a time, a girl called Goldilocks went into the forest and picked some flowers. She saw a little house and she knocked on the door. There was no one there, so she entered the room. On a table there were three bowls with some food in them. First, she finished the food in the smallest bowl. Next, when she sat down, she destroyed the smallest chair. Finally, she walked into the bedroom and was soon asleep in the smallest bed.

    Goldilocks didn't know the little house was three bears' home. When the three bears returned home, they didn't notice Goldilocks at first. But finally they saw her. When Goldilocks opened her eyes and saw them, she was very frightened and hurried away without her basket. She didn't return again.

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Hello! This Chinese boy is Li Lei. He's 12. He's in No.3 Middle School. He's in Class 2, Grade 1. His good friend is Jack. He's an English boy. He's in Li Lei's school. He's in Class1.Grade2. Mrs Read is an English teacher in their school. She's an English woman. Jack an Li Lei has a secret(秘密)—-Jack is their English teacher's son.

    Joe was driving home on a road one evening. He just lost his job. It was winter and it was very cold, just like his feelings.

    An old lady with a car was standing on one side of the road. She needed help, but no one stopped to help her. Joe stopped in front of her and got out of the car. The old lady looked very worried. Even when he put a smile on his face, the lady still looked worried. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, and he looked poor and hungry.

    Joe knew how she felt. He said, "I'm here to help you, madam. Why don't you wait in my car? By the way, my name is Joe."

    The lady thought for a while and then went into his car. There was something wrong with her car. Joe went under her car to repair it. It took him a long time to repair the car. He got dirty and his hands hurt. Then the lady told him her name was Mercedes. She asked Joe how much she should pay for his help.

    Joe never thought about getting money. This wasn't a job to him. This was helping someone in need. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person help.

    Mr Scott talked about colours all the time. "What a honey—yellow morning it is!" he said to his wife. His wife planted fruit and vegetables in their garden, but Mr Scott was more interested in the leafy plants, the bushes, and even the grass that grew in the garden. "So many kinds of green," he said to her after watering all the plants. "I counted at least twenty shades of green!"

    "Well done, dear," Mrs Scott said. " Now would you please count twenty dollars and go to the supermarket for some ingredients(配料)? I want to make lunch! "

    With a smile on his face, Mr Scott left at once. He enjoyed trips to the supermarket because of all the colourful cans and boxes in it. Fruit and vegetables, too, shone in their bright skins. There was never just one colour: carrots were orange, but also had bits of yellow and brown in them. Bananas were yellow and black; apples hid oranges and purples inside their reds. Mr Scott would walk through the supermarket and enjoy all the colours around him.

    "I wish there was a store full of colours that I could spend all my time in," he sighed.

    He bought everything on his wife's list and came home. When he walked into the house, Mrs Scott noticed the sad look on his face. "What's wrong?" she asked him. "It looks life you had fun at the store. I can see that you picked out the best things."

    "I did have fun in the store. So much that I wish I could have spent more time there. It's so full of colours!" Mr Scott said.

"I see," Mrs Scott said. "Well, cheer up, because I'm going to cook a nice lunch for us!"

    The next day Mr Scott was on his usual morning walk through the neighbourhood, saying hello to everyone, enjoying the colours of the trees and flowers. It was another day of colours!

    "Good morning, Mr Brown," he called out to one of his neighbours. He liked Mr Brown very much, because, well, you guessed it: his name was a colour!

    "Mr Scott! Just the person I wanted to see!" Mr Brown replied. "My wife and I are moving out of this town, and I need someone to take over my shop. You are the perfect person for the job because it's a paint shop! I need someone who knows its colours. Would you be interested?"

    Mr Scott was mad with excitement. "I will take it over right away!"

    Mr Brown was relieved when he left town, because he knew his paint shop was in good hands. Sure enough, Mr Scott kept the paint shop open for twenty more years and got to talk about colours all day, every day.