"You don't understand me!" I shouted. Then I ran out of the house and got on a bus. I didn't know1it was going. I just wanted to get away from home as2as 1 could.

    I couldn't3what had just happened to me. My mother, the person I believe in, had just read all of my 4 from my close friends! It shouldn't have happened to me. She read my letters and told me not to write to5any more! I couldn't6the tears from falling when I thought about this.

    Later that day, I went to my close7house.8my friend gave me a cup of water, the phone rang.

    "It's your mother," she spoke to me in a low9.

    "Tell her that I'm not here!" I replied. However, my mother heard it. "Tell her not to leave! I'll be right there!" Then she hung up the phone10a "goodbye". In fact, I should say that I was a little11. I couldn't imagine what would happen.

    But to my12, when my mother arrived, "sorry" was the first word she13to me. Her14 told me that she had been crying and her voice told me that she was really tired. "Will you forgive me?" at last she asked. I didn't know what to say. I just15her, and gave her a big hug.

    She held me so tightly. You know, at that time, I felt so warm. I really love you, Mum!

    There was once a young mouse that lived in a hole. One day, the young mouse looked out of the hole, a nice smell came to his1. "Cheese!" the mouse said happily to2. "I'll have it for breakfast." But he remember his3words," Always wait before you go for a piece of cheese." So the young mouse waited4. Then he heard a quiet "meow" and he knew the cat was there. "I'm glad that I listen to my parents and learned to5." he said.

    The next morning, the nice smell came to his nose again. This time he did not hear any cat's noises,6very quiet "woof, woof". "It's a dog!" he thought. "If the dog is there, the cat won't be there. So I'm7." Then the mouse ran out of the hole and started8the cheese. He didn't see the cat9the cat caught him. When the cat finished the10, he said to himself, "I'm glad that I listened to my parents and learned a second language."

A simple honk（汽车喇叭声） from the bus is one part of a secret code（代码） between the driver and students living in a far—away village in Wanzhou district，Chongqing.

Seeing a schoolbag hanging from the doorknob of an old house along the road，the bus driver drives toward the roadside and makes a honk to answer the "code".Then a boy runs outside，takes the schoolbag，and gets on the bus.

The boy's parents work far from home，leaving him in the care of his grandmother.The boy is in the ninth grade this year.He comes home every Friday and goes back to school in the city every Sunday.To make the journey easier，he and the driver，Cheng Lin，have developed a special "code".When the boy's schoolbag is hanging outside the house，it"tells" Mr Cheng，"Today，it's time to go back to school.I need to catch the bus."

The parents of the boy are deeply touched when they know this.They show their heartfelt thanks to Mr Cheng and feel happy that there is someone taking care of their son while they are away.

Mr Cheng has been driving the Luotian to Wuqiao Nan Station bus for many years.There are many left—behind children on this bus line.Realizing the importance of his role in their lives，he has paid more attention on Fridays and Sundays.

The driver's kindness to the boy touches the hearts of many people.One wrote online，"He is a good driver.The schoolbag is their code，packed with love inside."

The Last Leaf is a short story written by US writer O. Henry, one of the most famous short story writers in history. Let's find out part of the story in the following excerpt(节选). 

Sue looked out of the window. All she saw was an old yellow and green ivy(常春藤) plant. The half-dead plant had few leaves on it because of the autumn winds. 

"There are only five now, " said Joanna. "Five what, dear? What are you counting?"

"The ivy leaves, " replied Joanna. "When the last one goes, I'll die. I've known that for two days. Didn't the doctor tell you about it?"

"Joanna, don't say that. Now, have some soup and I'll finish my picture. "

"I don't want any soup, " said Joanna, looking out of the window. "Now there are only four. ""Joanna, dear, try to sleep. I must ask Mr Berman to come up. I want to draw a picture of him as a poor old farmer. "

Mr Berman, who was over 60 years old, lived downstairs. He was a painter too. Sue told him all about what Joann a said. 

"She can't really think that this will happen! The poor woman, " he cried. 

...

Finally, there was only one last leaf on the ivy plant. After a few windy days, the leaf was still there. 

"Sue, " said Joanna, "I've been a bad girl. That last leaf is telling me that it was very wrong of me to want to die. Bring me some soup, dear. "

The next day, the doctor said, "She's out of danger. But poor Mr Berman downstairs are dying. There is no hope for him, I'm afraid. "

That afternoon Sue went into Joanna's bedroom. "Joanna, dear, Mr Berman died today. And do you know why? One terrible cold and wet night, he took a ladder(梯子) and some green and yellow paints and he climbed up. Look at the last ivy on the wall! Why didn't it ever move in the wind? Can't you see? It was Mr Berman's last great picture. "

Emma was new at this school and had no friends here. She felt a little {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(孤单的) and worried. Emma knew that it was not good for her study and life. So she decided to change. Emma is interested in writing {#blank#}2{#/blank#}(神奇的) stories. She wants to make friends to share the {#blank#}3{#/blank#}(喜悦) of writing. 

One day, Emma was writing about Oliver's {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(奇遇): Oliver's heart {#blank#}5{#/blank#}(几乎) stopped. He walked over and {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(轻敲) on the door . . . Suddenly, Emma {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(摇动) her head and stopped. It was too difficult to write on. Then she looked around the library and a good idea hit her. Emma put her {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(笔记本) on a shelf and left the library. She wanted others to keep writing. 

After a week, the notebook was still there. Emma opened it {#blank#}9{#/blank#}(神经紧张地) and saw {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(页) of new writing by different people! Her story finally had a good ending. 

Sally is a little girl. She lives with her mother, father and brother. One day after school, Sally runs to her mother. "Mum! What is‘diversity'? " asks Sally. 

Her mother thinks and says, "You are from the UK, but your friend Jane is from the US. You are from different places. 

"I have red hair, but you have brown hair. You are a girl, but your brother Leo is a boy. You are both children but different. You are 8, Leo is 13, and I'm 37. We are of different ages. 

"You like the colour purple, but your brother likes the colour red. Your favorite colours are different. You like swimming, but your brother likes tennis. You both like sport, but your favourite sports are different. "

"I see!" Sally says. "Things are different and that is ‘diversity'. " Sally likes being different. She thinks it is fun.