This is my good friend. Her name is Lily. She is tall and thin. She is quiet. She has big eyes and long hair. She is ten years old. She likes white and blue. She likes Chinese very much. She is very friendly too.

    We go shopping on Sunday. My father likes fruits very much. We buy some bananas and red apples at the fruit shop. My mother likes to wear new clothes. She buys a new sweater and a new skirt at the clothes shop. I buy three books at the book shop. At last(最后)，we buy some tea for my grandfather in a tea shop.

Zhang Peng：Hi, Wang Ping. You look fine. How heavy are you?

Wang Ping：I'm 48 kilograms. You are thinner than me, but you look taller than before. How tall are you?

Zhang Peng：I'm 1.6 metres and 45 kilograms.

Wang Ping：Oh, really? You are 0.05 metres taller than me. But I'm 3 kilograms heavier than you. You should eat more.

Zhang Peng：OK, I will. Thank you.

    My name's John．Today is my birthday．I'm nine．I like animals(动物)．I like pandas．They are funny．I like eating, too．I like fish and eggs．I have a birthday cake and many gifts．Let's eat the birthday cake，OK?

    My dad works from Monday to Friday in a bank. He uses the computer to count money. His job is very important in the bank.

    Dad is also busy at home. At weekends he cooks dinner. Usually he cooks Italian food. On Sundays he makes five pieces of pizza. Sometimes he cooks chicken and makes Chinese food. My mum watches and helps him. I help my dad, too. I wash the dishes.

    Many people think it is strange for a man to cook. But my dad enjoys his hobby. Cooking relaxes him. He is a weekend cook.

    An old woman can't read or write. One day she asks a young man to write a letter for her. She wants to send the letter to her son. Her son lives in a city, not very far from here.

    "I can't write your letter." says the man, "Because I have a bad leg."

    "I know." says the old woman, "but you don't write with your legs." "Yes. But I can't walk so far and read the letter for your son."

    "What do you mean, sir?" says the old woman. "My son can read it by himself."

    "Don't you know?" answers the man, "that only I can read what I write."