John is my best friend. We live in the same building. We study in the same school but not in the same class. We often chat and play football together after school. I first met him four years ago and we have been good friends for two years.

    John is tall and strong with black hair. He has a round face, a small nose and big, brown eyes. I like his eyes because they are always bright and smiling. I think he is handsome. Many people want to be his friends.

    John is always friendly and helpful. When I feel bored or unhappy, he tells me funny jokes and makes me happy.

    John is very clever. He reads a lot of books. He is good at singing. He would like to make people happy with his songs when he grows up. I believe that he will become as popular as Jackie Chan and be famous around the world in the future.

    Once Mr. King had a cat, and he loved it very much. He called it "Sky", because he thought "Sky" was the strongest (最强的) name in the world.

    One day he had a meal at a restaurant with his cat. He met his old friend. He told him about his lovely cat and its name. His friend said, "How silly you are! Sky is not the strongest thing in the world. My cat is called ‘Cloud' because cloud is stronger than sky." After hearing this, Mr. King called his cat "Wind" because he thought wind was stronger than cloud.

    After a few days he suddenly (突然) thought that "Wall" was stronger than wind. And "Mouse" was stronger than the wall. So he went to his friend to ask for an idea. His friend said, "Don't you think 'Cat' is stronger than the mouse?" "Yes, but…"

    The man thought and thought and then decided his cat's name had better be "Cat" because a mouse was always afraid of a cat. Don't you think Mr. King is very silly or funny?

    She used to sleep on the sidewalk of the Fifth Street Post Office. I could smell her before I came close. She wore dirty clothes and her mouth was nearly toothless. I hardly saw her talk with others. If she was not asleep, she talked to herself. I always had sympathy for her. What a poor old lady! She must be desperate （感到绝望的）and hungry.

    One Thanksgiving, we had lots of food left over. I thought about the old lady. She might be still hungry. So I packed the food up and drove over to the Fifth Street.

    It was a cold night. There was hardly anyone out. But I knew she would stay at the same place and I would find her easily.

    There she was, squatted against a fence near the post office. She was dressed as she always was.

    I drove my car over to her, rolled down the window and said, "I've brought you some food. Would you like some turkey and apple pie?"

    However, the old woman didn't seem to be very excited about this. She looked at me and said quite clearly, "Oh, thank you very much, but someone has given me food earlier and I'm quite full now. Why don't you take it to someone else who needs it?"

    Her words were clear and her manners were gracious. Soon her head sank into her arms again. I was the only person who didn't know what to say. An old lady who was clearly down on her luck still thought about others. Why don't more of us do that?