After almost 24 hour of traveling, I was in Beijing. I was {#blank#}1{#/blank#} with some of my classmates. We were all tired and dirty. Even at the airport, it was {#blank#}2{#/blank#} that we were in a foreign country which was very different {#blank#}3{#/blank#} our own. For us, the language sounded very{#blank#}4{#/blank#} . Although nervous, I felt excited.
It's amazing{#blank#}5{#/blank#} there are so many places of interest (名胜) in Beijing. We visited the Forbidden City, Tian'anmen Square and the Great Wall.
One day, Li Bo, a Chinese friend of {#blank#}6{#/blank#} , took us to visit a village. On the way, it rained {#blank#}7{#/blank#} . we were wet when we arrived, but we were happy to see the mountains in the{#blank#}8{#/blank#} . They were really beautiful. The China Study Tour made me {#blank#}9{#/blank#} a lot about the country, the people I met and even myself. It was the most valuable (宝贵的) part of my college life. I often encourage my friends to {#blank#}10{#/blank#} a study tour. There's no other way to learn so much in only four weeks!

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A Bag of Kindness
"Boys and girls, tomorrow I want you to bring a cup of macaroni（通心粉）for our craft class, OK?"These{#blank#}1{#/blank#} from my teacher rang in my mind all evening. I was afraid of the next day because I knew we had no macaroni at home. Living in an alcoholic（嗜酒的）family, we never had too much of anything {#blank#}2{#/blank#} beer bottles.
I went home after school. Where could I find macaroni? I knew that the local bottle shop gave ten cents for a beer bottle, so I decided to sell some bottles to get money for macaroni. I started to
{#blank#}3{#/blank#} the bottles. After selling those bottles, I earned eighty cents. Although I did my {#blank#}4{#/blank#} ,I still had no macaroni for my craft class.
"Weren't you{#blank#}5{#/blank#} when I asked you to bring it, John?"my teacher asked.
I went red in the face. I didn't know what to say and other children started laughing. Then a little girl, Rosalyn, who sat beside me turned to me and said, "You can have some of {#blank#}6{#/blank#}."She offered a bag of macaroni to me. The k{#blank#}7{#/blank#}in her eyes made me cry and I ran out of the room. I {#blank#}8{#/blank#} took her macaroni or thanked her for her bag of kindness. However, I often think about Rosalyn and the way she turned to save me t hat day. I used to spend a great deal of my life complaining and keep kind people like Rosalyn a {#blank#}9{#/blank#} ,After that class, I {#blank#}10{#/blank#} I am grateful to all the people like Rosalyn that made this world a better place to live in.

    Anna comes from Russia俄国, She is 17 years old. She's going to stay with the Black family for a year. Anna comes to England because she wants to study English. She helps Mrs. Black {#blank#}1{#/blank#} housework and goes to English class every Wednesday and Friday afternoon.

    Anna is now in London. Everything is{#blank#}2{#/blank#} to her. She finds life is 8{#blank#}3{#/blank#}from that in Moscow. Some things are nice in London, but many things are not so nice.  The restaurants are {#blank#}4{#/blank#} in London than those in Moscow. So it's very difficult to enjoy{#blank#}5{#/blank#}meals in London. It's expensive to have a meal in a restaurant.

    It's six thirty in the evening. It's time for us {#blank#}1{#/blank#} dinner. There is lots of {#blank#}2{#/blank#} on the table. My father likes all {#blank#}3{#/blank#} of vegetables and rice. My mother likes fish and noodles. My sister Ann's {#blank#}4{#/blank#} are chicken and bread. I like beef, mutton and {#blank#}5{#/blank#}. After dinner my sister and I {#blank#}6{#/blank#} some fruit. And my parents usually drink {#blank#}7{#/blank#}.They like orange juice very much. Then my mother likes taking a {#blank#}8{#/blank#} with our dog, and my father likes reading {#blank#}9{#/blank#}.Sometimes he watches TV. My sister and I usually do {#blank#}10{#/blank#} homework.

    I'm not much of a crier most of the time. But {#blank#}1{#/blank#} when I was reading a book on a plane, I started crying. Of course, it came as a big surprise when tears came up, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't {#blank#}2{#/blank#} myself.

    Oh no, not this now. I thought to myself. But even as the thought entered my brain. I felt the {#blank#}3{#/blank#} hot drop of salty water coming down my face. I put my head down, hoping that I could go on reading.

    In fact, the harder I tried, the more tears pushed their way out of my eyes. You could guess how surprised the man next to me looked.

    My head {#blank#}4{#/blank#} in shame. He must think I was crazy. Maybe I could turn towards him, hold up the cover of the book and say in my crying voice. "I'm sorry, sir. It's just a really good book!" But I didn't, say anything. Instead, I just put my head back against the {#blank#}5{#/blank#} and let the tears run. Do you know what decision I made while I was crying? My decision was that it was OK if he thought I was crazy. I preferred to be crazy instead of being the kind of person who wouldn't cry when the situation called for it, or who wouldn't let {#blank#}6{#/blank#} feel anything at all.

    I've been that girl who has spent so much time trying to make sure people didn't think f was crazy. But now I don't want to be that girl any more —that bored and {#blank#}7{#/blank#} girl. I'd rather {#blank#}8{#/blank#} this girl who is able to forgive (原谅), love and act, even if it means being disappointed or being hurt again and again.