One day, a farmer took a bag of wheat（小麦） to town. He didn't know what to do when the bag fell off his horse. The bag was too heavy for him to lift. He hoped that someone would come and help him.

    Before long a man came over. But the farmer's heart sank when he saw the man, because he was the famous judge（法官） in town. The farmer was afraid to ask him for help.

    As soon as he came up to the farmer, the judge got off his horse and said, “You need my help, don't you? Let me help you，” Then he took one end of the bag, the farmer took the other. They lifted the bag of wheat onto the horse.

    “Sir” asked the farmer, “how can I pay you?”

    “Well,” the judge replied, “if you see anyone in need of help, do the same for him,”

    My name is Anna. There are1people in my family: my parents, my2and I. My3is Jack. He is 38. My mother is Linda.4is 36. My sister's5is Cindy. Cindy is a good 6. She studies(学习) in a nice7. Look! This8her jacket. The9of it is purple.

    I love10family.

    John Hunt is a 1 writer. Lots of people like him and his works. John Hunt is different 2 many other writers. Although he needs to work at home and likes reading and watching different 3 of TV shows, he doesn't always stay at home. He likes going outside and exercising. 4, he often runs, swims and goes skateboarding. 5 he also goes camping with his friends. He has many good habits so he is very happy. And he is always in good 6. How can he keep healthy? He 7 us some advice. Let's have a look together.

    First, keep 8 every day. He gets up at 6:00 a.m. and 9 for one hour every morning. And he walks to mountains three times a week. So don't be lazy. Second, remember to have 10. It's very important. He always has a lot of porridge, bread or milk 11 doing morning exercises. Then 12 after working. Don't 13 too much about your work. It isn't 14 for your health. You can try listening to music or walking with friends if you have time. He's sure it must 15 you have a healthy body.

    Mr. and Mrs. Brown are from America. They are now teaching English in Zhengzhou. Their son Jack is with them. Jack speaks English. They want him to learn some Chinese. Jack is in Grade Three in a Chinese school. He plays with Chinese children every day. He listens to Chinese, speaks(讲) Chinese, reads books in Chinese and writes in Chinese. He is doing well in his Chinese.

Every year around August, millions of teens take their parents to stores to buy new clothes for the start of the school year. Not every parent can a{#blank#}1{#/blank#} this, and some teens are forced to go to school in the same clothes they had last year. The obvious differences in clothes c{#blank#}2{#/blank#} differences among students. Here comes the {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (simple) solution: school uniforms. 

I know from personal experience and surveys that wearing uniforms creates a s{#blank#}4{#/blank#} of equality among teens. 

From the sixth grade until I graduated from high school, I attended a school that r{#blank#}5{#/blank#} students to wear uniforms. The uniform was very plain: dark brown shoes, green-brown pants, and a white shirt. The uniform left little r{#blank#}6{#/blank#}for any kind of self-expression, especially through clothes. 

However, I learned how to stand out by expressing myself, {#blank#}7{#/blank#} my personality, art, and sports. I did not know I could draw until the sixth grade. I also would never have learned of my musical a{#blank#}8{#/blank#} if it were not for my desire to find ways to express myself. Uniforms taught me that I was myself, except what I {#blank#}9{#/blank#}(wear) . 

Uniforms help provide a better e{#blank#}10{#/blank#}(education) experience for all students no matter what race, culture, or economic class. Wearing uniforms is good for both schools and students. 

My dad bought me a new Jeep when I was 17, but the real gift was what he  taught me about life through this car. Every month, on the first day, he asked me  to pay him $150 if I wanted to continue driving my Jeep. If I didn't pay, I  couldn't drive my car〔or "his car", as he often reminded me, since he owned the title (所有权). My dad was (and still is) a successful businessman, who makes a very good living. To a 17-year-old student who only had a part-time weekend job, $150 was more  than  I  usually  made  every  month.  I  had  to  work  harder.  Although I was unhappy about my father's request, I always made sure to give him $150 on the first of each month, and did so for two years.

The day I graduated from high school, my dad pulled me into his office at our house for a talk. "Kevin," he gave me a white box and said, "here is your graduation present. To be honest, this is actually a present you gave yourself." I opened the box carefully, and almost started crying when I realized he just gave me $3,600! It was 24 car payments that he had saved for the last two years. Every payment I gave him went straight into this box. By requiring me to pay him every month, he was teaching me how to save, how to use my money and how to be responsible (有责任心的). My dad is and will forever be the best man I have ever known.

Four years later he gave me the title to the Jeep, as my college graduation present.