Bert Manson, 82, slowly opened his eyes and turned to face the clock on the bedside table. It was 8:23 a.m. He felt 1. The time was nothing to him. He had nothing to do all day. He lay on the bed, 2 to the cars on the highway and the shouts of the children running to school.

After a while, Bert3 got out of bed and asked himself the same questions as he did every morning: Would he fall today? If so, would anyone come? How long would he 4? Would he die? He looked out of the window into the street below. “And who would 5?”he spoke quietly.

After Bert's wife died a year ago, his son and daughter said they would visit once a week. But the last time was months ago. On the phone, they always had a(n) 6: too busy at work; the children are 7; bad weather; no time. Nobody seemed to have any time…except for Bert. He8 his granddaughters. He loved it when Mandy and Ruth came to visit. They brought him candy and 9.

He walked toa chair near the bedroom door 10. He rested for a moment before continuing in small steps to the bathroom.

    I'm Ann. I'm English. I'm twelve. I was born on May 17^th, 1991. I learn Chinese at Beijing No.3 Middle School. I have a good friend. Her name is Lucy. She is twelve, too. We are in the same grade. But we are not in the same(同样的) class. I'm in Class Two, and she is in Class Three. We have the same Chinese teacher. Her name is Zhang Ying. We all like her. Lucy's parents are English teachers in China. She has a sister. Her name is Lily. She is only five years old.

    1 name is Chen Hui. I'm 2 Chinese boy. I 3 twelve. I 4English. I'm in 5. I'm in Class Seven, Grade One. My 6 name is Miss Gao. She is a good teacher.7school I have a friend.8 name is Ma Qiang.

    This is a photo of my 9. That man is my father.10 is thirty-nine. The woman is my mother, she is thirty-seven. The girl is my sister. She is ten. That boy is me.

    Hello, everyone. I am going to tell you something about my 1.

    My brother Tom is a tall and nice boy with short brown hair. He 2 basketball at school, so he is very popular. 3, he is very funny. He often tells me funny stories and makes me 4.

    I have two sisters, Rose and Mary. They're twins. They look 5. They both have long blonde hair and small eyes. 6 in some ways, they are different. Rose swims very well, and she wants to be one of the best 7 in the future. Mary dances very 8. She hopes she will be a dancer when she grows up.

    I am a shy boy. I wear glasses. I don't like to talk with others very much. I am 9 than my brother and sisters. So I want to make friends with who are very different from 10 .

    Once a king loved music so much that he searched the world for the best instrument.（One day. a magic man1the king a harp(竖琴).

    The king took it to the palace, but2he played it, the harp sounded terrible. Many3people tried it. They agreed that the harp was4and the king had been fooled. The harp was thrown out as rubbish.

    A poor little girl5found the harp, and even though she didn't know how6it, she decided to have a try. She played and played, the whole day through, for months and years. The music she produced was never perfect,7each time it sounded a little better.

    Then one day, suddenly, the harp started to play the most beautiful music. It was in fact8magic harp, and could only be played well by someone who would put in the necessary effort.

    The king heard the music from his window, and called the girl to the palace. When the king saw that she was playing the harp, he was filled9joy. At that moment he made the girl his own private10, giving her and her family lots of money.