Dear Alice,
I just received your letter. And I was very surprised to know that you decided to drop out of school and wanted to be a model （模特）.
Being a model for a living is not easy. In fact, a famous person like me has a lot of problems that you couldn't see. I can't eat what I like, even though I'm very hungry. Keeping thin makes me look more beautiful on the stage because no one would like to see a heavy model.
Besides, I have to wear a heavy coat in the hot sun, in a swimming suit in the cold air. And practicing walking nicely every day is tiring for me.
You might say I made much money from modeling. But my dear niece （侄女）, you have to know that money is, nothing, knowledge is everything. School is important and everyone should go to school for a certain period of time. The longer they stay at school, the better they will be. Very often, I hope I can give up my job and continue my studies at school. But it is very difficult for me to go back to school again. I am too old to go back to school now.
You are a pretty young girl with a bright future. You only have one year to finish your studies in high school. A year is really short. Please do consider my words carefully before you decide. Of course, there is only one thing I care about, and that is your happiness.
Love,
Emma

    In China, people born in and after the 1980s are called the post-80s generation(一代人). Most of them come from single-child families. However, this generation is playing a more and more important part in China, and their image(形象) in people's minds is changing. Han Han, a popular youth writer, is one of them.

    Han Han was born in 1982 in Shanghai. His talent for writing was clear at an early age. When he was 17, he attracted the public's attention with the article Viewing the People throughthe Glass. The article won first prize in the national New Concept Composition Competition. Later, Han Han again surprised the public by leaving high school. "I didn't do well in Grade One of high school and failed to move up to the next grade. I tried my best to improve my studies, but failed, so I gave up. However, I am always learning, since learning and going to school are two different things," Han Han said.

    Han Han's first novel Three Folded Gates sold very well in China. Later the book was translated(翻译) into several languages and sold abroad.

    In the following years, Han Han wrote a lot of books. All of them were welcomed by the market. In 2006, he started blogging (写博客) and had great success. Today, Han Han's blog has become one of the honest blogs on the Internet.

    Today was Emily's birthday. She was happy and went home quickly after school.

    “You have to look for your gift on your own，” her sister said. “Here is the first clue(线索).” She gave Emily a piece of paper.

    Emily opened the note and read， “Clue Number 1： Look inside the car.” She found a bone(骨头) for dogs and another note in the car.

    “Clue Number 2： Look at the swing.” On the swing there was a bag of dog food with the third note.

    Again she quickly read the note， “Clue Number 3： Look into the house.” Emily found a dog's leash(皮带) there.

    The note on the leash asked her to go outside. There she saw a beautiful red doghouse.

    Before she got there， a black puppy ran up to her. It had a note on it. The note said， “Happy Birthday， Emily.”

    “Oh， such a cute dog!” she cried. She was so happy. “I will name her Happy， because she made me so happy today，” Emily said.

    One Sunday evening, it was quite dark when old Stanley went for. a walk. He was walking along the sidewalk. Suddenly, he saw a white car coming around the corner at high speed. It was going too fast and crashed into a red car in the street where he was walking. He rushed up to the cars to see if anyone was hurt and needed help.

    The two drivers were arguing." You came around the corner too fast, "one man said." No!" said the driver of the white car." That's not true! Your car was parked in a wrong place. "Stanley listened to their argument and then said the white car driver was wrong to drive too fast. The driver of the red car asked Stanley to prove he was right in court（法庭）. Stanley gave the driver his name

    Next Thursday morning, Stanley was asked to go to the court. The lawyer for the driver of the white car asked him a lot of questions about what he had seen. Then he asked Stanley how old he was.

    "I am eighty-two, "answered Stanley. "Do you usually wear glasses?" asked the lawyer. "Yes, I do, "answered Stanley." Were you wearing them on the night of the accident?" the lawyer asked. "No, "replied Stanley.

    Then the lawyer said, "Why should the court believe you? You are eighty-two years old, you were not wearing your glasses, and it was dark. How far can you see in the dark?"

    Stanley thought about it for a minute. "Well, "he said, "when it's dark, I can see the Moon. How far is that?"

    Just as I came back home, I heard a sound coming from the bedroom upstairs-it was from my favourite violin.

    "Thief!"

    I rushed upstairs and saw a boy in dirty clothes pulling my violin down. At first sight, I found a new pair of shoes missing. It seemed he was surely a thief.

    However, when I saw his eyes full of fear, my anger disappeared. I smiled and asked," Are you Mr. Ram's student Rubens? I'm his butler (男管家). I've heard Mr. Ram say his student will come. It must be you."

    "Has my teacher gone out?" the boy said, "I think I'd better visit him again in a while."

    I nodded and asked him, "Do you like playing the violin?"

    "Yes, but I'm too poor to afford one." the boy replied.

    "Then, I'll give you this violin." The boy looked at me surprisingly, but he picked up the violin. While going out of the room, he suddenly saw a huge photo of me playing the violin at the Grand Theatre of Sydney on the wall. His face turned pale. He stood there for a moment and ran out. He must have understood what had happened because no master (主人) would put up the butler's photo on the wall of his living room.

    A few years later, at a music competition in Melbourne, I was invited to be the judge (评委). Finally, a violin player called Merritt won the first prize.

    After the prize-giving, Merritt ran to me holding a violin box, his face red, and asked," Mr. Brian, do you still know me? You gave me the violin, which I have treasured ever since! Today, I want to say sorry and give back this violin to you without regret…"

    He was just the "Mr. Ram's student"!