If there is one person who has left a deep impression on me, it's my my teacher, Mrs. Pathak, who was my class teacher for three years. In my childhood, how I wished I had a mother or a sister like her. One moment she could be hard-working and strict, another moment kind and patient.

She always encouraged us to tell the truth. For example, if one had not done the homework, he need not lie. She allowed us to make mistakes, saying we couldn't be perfect all the time, but we should try.

Another thing she taught me was punctually. She set a good example with her own actions. She was always on time,he set a good example with her own actions. She was always on time,

She surprised us with her sense of humor. Her classroom teaching was always humorous. After class, she talked to us and told us jokes.

We really felt free to ask questions and Mrs Pathak would give the answers. If she did not know—there had some occasions—she would say so. We all then tried to find out the answers. Whoever came up with the answers was praised and given the prize. Now I sometimes wonder whether Mrs. Pathak just wanted to encourage us to explore and find answers by ourselves.

    It's a Saturday afternoon. Mrs. Black goes to a dinner party. She is in an old jacket. When she comes into the party room, no one says hello to her. They don't ask her to have dinner. Mrs. Black is not happy.

    Then Mrs. Black goes home. She puts on her nice clothes. And she comes back to the party. All of people say hello to her and they ask her to have dinner. Is she happy now?

    Mrs. Black says, "You like my clothes, not me." Then she gets her clothes some food.

    "Eat, clothes," Mrs. Black says, "they like you, not me!"

    Then she doesn't have the dinner and goes back home.

Marshall was a promising young artist. He painted with great feeling. His paintings were all characterized by a strong love and sympathy for people. His high school art teacher felt he had a special talent. 

Marshall's father didn't want him to be a painter, however. Mr. Donaldson wanted his son to be a stockbroker(股票经纪人). He wanted Marshall to continue the dynasty started by his great-great grandfather in 1820. The family business, Donaldson and Donaldson Inc. , was now a large, successful investment firm. 

Mr. Donaldson felt Marshall was much too individualistic. "Listen, " he told his son, "I had no say in choosing my career. I just did what my dad told me. "

"But you are good at business, " Marshall replied. "I'm not. I'm sure I would just cause trouble for you and problems for the company. " Marshall felt there was no way he could ever fill his father's shoes. And, although he was no stranger to high society, he didn't feel comfortable among the wealthy. He preferred the ordinary, working-class people of the city. His paintings told of their struggles and their hopes. 

Sometimes after school Marshall would hang around outside a factory gate. He would draw the workers as they came out at the end of their shift. Marshall wondered how they could keep doing that hard, boring work year after year. Then he realized most of them would be doing something different if they could. But their great obstacle in life was lack of education. 

When Marshall got home, he would take out his paintings. The paintings expressed his sympathy and respect for those hard-working people. 

Well, Marshall never did enter the family business. This angered his father. But as Marshall got older, his career as an artist began to take off. He became quite famous, and people paid large amounts for his "plain people" paintings. 

In time, this success won Marshall's dad over. Mr. Donaldson could see his son was born to paint. Marshall was glad his father finally came around. And happily, the two began to work together after all. Twice each year they held a benefit art show. 

Marshall donated a number of his paintings to be sold at each show. The persuasive Mr. Donaldson got his wealthy friends and clients(客户) to attend—and to spend. The money from the art sales was used to help factory workers improve their education. 

Sarah is 7 years old and she is new at school. After the first class bell rings，she walks out of the classroom. She sees some children talking and laughing in the school {#blank#}1{#/blank#} . 

Emily introduces（介绍） Sarah to the other children. There is a boy named Jack，{#blank#}2{#/blank#}girl named Lily and a boy named Tom. They have {#blank#}3{#/blank#} talking about themselves. Sarah knows much about her new friends. Emily loves to grow vegetables like {#blank#}4{#/blank#} . Tom likes to read books about {#blank#}5{#/blank#}. Sarah is happy to make new friends. 

Have you ever been to Xitang Water Town?

Xitang Water Town is a small ancient town on water. It is in Jiashan County, Zhejiang Province, China. Xitang is famous for its bridges. alleys(小巷) and sheltered corridors(廊). 

Nine rivers run through Xitang, dividing it into eight parts, with stone bridges, quiet streets, and corridors. The bridges of Xitang date back to the Ming and Qing dynasties. 

Through a bird's-eye view of the whole town, green waves are everywhere and every family lives near water. In the morning, water

runs under bridges; thin mist(薄雾) is like silk: pink walls on both banks stand tall and houses are reflected(反射) in the water. In the evening, the setting sun shines softly and songs come from fishing boats. The whole old town is like a poem and a picture. It is hard to know that it's people in the picture or the picture in the heart of people. 

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Xitang enjoys convenient transportation. Visitors who travel to Xitang usually need to go to Shanghai or Hangzhou first, then go to Xitang from there. 

From Shanghai: Traveller s may take direct buses from Shanghai South Long- distance Bus Station or Shanghai Tour Bus Centre to get there. 

From Hangzhou: You may take direct buses from Hangzhou Jiubao Bus Centre Station to get there. 

It is recommended to spend a whole day to visit the water town.