The teacher sent me home with a note for my mother that said I needed to visit the eye doctor because I failed the vision test. The trip home that day was very slow.

    My mother said it would all be just fine. "It wouldn't hurt a bit," she said. But I wasn't worried about pain-I was worried about looking 1.

    The next day, my mother pulled me to the eye doctor's office. I 2 a set of frames (镜框) and tried to believe my mother when she said they looked really 3 on me. The doctor said the glasses would be ready soon. But I wasn't ready at all, and I didn't think I ever would be.

    When the glasses arrived, the eye doctor put them on my face and walked me out onto the sidewalk in front of his office. When I looked 4 from my shoes, I found myself in a whole new world – a world filled with 5 pictures, bright colours, and fine detail everywhere I looked. Suddenly I 6 the beautiful outline of red leaves on trees. I could see the details of people's faces long before they were standing in front of me. I could see my mother 7 as she watched me see the world in a whole new way.

    "Glasses aren't so bad, are they?" Mom asked.

    "Not at all," I thought to myself. On that first day, they were a 8.

    The Monday morning came, and I had to 9 the kids in my classroom. And it happened, just like I feared it would be. A mean kid pointed at me in the middle of the maths class and shouted, "Four 10!" But at the same moment, looking through my new glasses, I could see all the way across the room that the kid who had said it had an awfully big nose.

    Last week, all the teachers and students of our school watched a special performance.

    The second programme inspired me. The performer was very young, but his1had both been burnt in a big fire. I did not2to look a this wrists very 3.What I did do was listen to his song quietly. It was called" Late 4"and he sang with a low gentle voice. Though it was warm spring, I felt a bit chilly and a little sad as if it had been late autumn.

    "How much love and pain is hidden in the heart？I want to hold your hand again." When I heard this, I tried to hold back my5. Holding her hand is just a dream. I hope that he finds a lovely girl for company one day, though he can't hold hands.

    There was another young man who 6 his feet as his "hands" because his arms had been cut off. His 7greatly impressed us. Two big characters—"Flying High" expressed his wish.

    All the performers were young except their special teacher who was over forty years old. Despite their 8, the young performers gave off a(n)9glow. To be young means having all kinds of possibilities. We should challenge our10and go beyond ourselves.

    As long as we work hard, miracles will happen sooner or later. Just as the saying goes, "Where there is a will, there is a way."

    It's 12:00. Mom is not at home. No one makes lunch for Jenny and Frank. Frank wants to have some bread, but Jenny doesn't1it.

    "How about making fruit salad? We have2, oranges and bananas at home," Jenny says.

    "Sounds nice.3I also like some hot food," Frank says.

    Jenny4some rice, some eggs and two tomatoes. She has a5idea( 想法),"I can make tomato and egg rice for you. It's very6

    They have lunch at 1:00 p. m. Frank7the tomato and egg rice is great. And the fruit salad is nice,8. Jenny is happy he likes them.

    9the evening, Mom comes home. She is happy that Jenny and Frank have a good10. She says, "I'm proud(自豪的) of you. You can look after yourselves when I'm out. Great!"

little　more　ready　fly　story

bike　road　always　ride　wild

In a small village there was a postman. When he was 20 years old，he started sending all kinds of happy or sad {#blank#}1{#/blank#} to the villagers' homes 50 kilometers away day after day. Twenty years. {#blank#}2{#/blank#}by，and so many changes took place，but there were still no flowers or trees along the{#blank#}3{#/blank#}，only flying dust. 

"How long shall I go along this dusty road？" As soon as he thought he had to spend his life {#blank#}4{#/blank#} the bike on the road with no flowers or trees，he felt very sad. 

One day when he finished sending the letters and was {#blank#}5{#/blank#} to return，he passed by a flower shop. "Right，that's it！" He walked into the shop，bought some 

{#blank#}6{#/blank#} flower seeds，and the next day he began to drop these seeds along the road. After one day，two days，one month，two months…He {#blank#}7{#/blank#} kept dropping the wild flower seeds. 

Before long，a lot of {#blank#}8{#/blank#} flowers came out along the road，blooming（开花）in all seasons. 

 For the villagers，the flowers and the sweet smell were {#blank#}9{#/blank#} pleasant than any letters the postman sent in all his life. 

On the road without dust but full of flowers，the postman rode his {#blank#}10{#/blank#} happily. He never felt lonely or anxious any more. 

My sister and I are very different.When people meet us both, they are always surprised to learn that we are sisters. This is because we don't look like each other, we have different personalities（性格），and our lifestyles are different.

Do you resemble your brother or sister? My sister and I don't resemble each other at all.I am tall, but she is very short. I have short dark brown hair and green eyes.She has long blonde hair and blue eyes. I am strong, but she is not. I have big hands and feet; her feet and hands are very small.

When we were kids, she was thin, but I was heavy.Now we're both heavy.

We also have opposite personalities.She is always stressed out. I am calmer and more out—going.She is very worried about what other people think and say about her, but I really don't care. When she has a problem, she just worries about it, but when I have a problem, I try to fix（解决）it.She easily gets angry， especially with our mother. But I—am more patient.

Our lifestyles are very different. I love old things and hardly ever go shopping.But she goes shopping twice or more a week. I have cats.She has a dog. I read.She watches TV.