The big red American car was much too wide for an English country road. When Jack saw it running towards him, he stopped his own car at the side of the road to make room for it to pass. The American car went slowly past, so close that he could see the driver's face clearly.

“Where have I seen that face before?” he though. “Wait a minute! I remember now. It was in the newspaper!” He took all the newspapers from his bag and turned quickly to the middle page. There was a picture of the face in it. Yes, it had a large mouth and small eyes, and his eyes were behind dark glasses.

“Wanted by the police,” read by Jack. “The city Bank will give a lot of money to anyone who helps the police to catch this man.”

“Call the police at once,” he said to himself. But a few minutes later, he was sad. “This man was caught this morning,”  answered the police.

    Do you know the pretty girl? Her name is Tian Wei. She was born on April 5,1986. She was from Beijing. 她有一双大眼睛 and short hair. She was good at Chinese. And she loved writing.

    她是不幸的。When she was in Grade 8, she was ill. Her doctor said she would lose her life anytime. But she wasn't afraid of death. She kept on studying and writing. She died on August 13, 2007, At the end of her life, she was still smiling.

    Tian Wei had a great dream. She hoped that people could read her book in the bookshops. In Mrach, 2009, her only book Hua Tian Ban Mu(半亩花田) came out. It had more than 5 thousand words. In her book she said, "I'm always aching（疼痛) if possible, I'll let my right eye weep(哭泣) but the other one smile."

    I was going back to work to finish a few things one evening, and my two children were busy sewing（缝纫） things on the sewing machine. My 11-year-old daughter was going to help her older brother make a little cushion（垫子）. I left and in a few hours returned to find a mess in the kitchen and front room while both children were sitting in front of the television. Having had a long day, I was very short with my greeting to them. But then I noticed the material they had used for the cushion. I had bought it to make a blanket. Not stopping to listen to them, I shouted at the children and explained how angry I was at what they had done.

    My daughter listened to me sheepishly, not trying to say anything to herself at all, but the pain could be seen written across her face. She went to her room quietly and spent some time alone before she came out to say good night and once again apologized for the mistake she had made. A few hours later, as I was preparing to go to bed, there on my bed lay a beautiful little cushion, with the words “I LOVE MUM”. Next to it was a note apologizing again.

    To this day, I still get tears in my eyes when I think of how I reacted and still feel the pain of my actions. It was I who then sheepishly went to her and apologized for my actions. I display the cushion on my bed with great pride and use it as a constant reminder that nothing in this world is greater than a child's love.