I'll never forget that day on which my brother took me to stay at the street. Everytime I thought about his face, my heart shook strongly.

    "Got it? Just a couple of seconds later I will come back." Saying this, his figure went disappearing in the earth. At the same time I saw people sleeping with fear, suddenly realizing that persons didn't belong to anyone. And as time went by, I could never forecast(预想) what would be going on where I stayed.

    I watched the way my brother went on, thinking of something that happened when I was a kid. You know, I was not that outgoing, for which I always refused to talk to anyone including my parents. It is so weird that relations looked down on me and my parents ever sent me to the psychologist(心理医生). They never understood what I was really sick for.

    But something totally changed on a blue moon night. It's him, my brother. He knew the softest in my deep heart, being the first one to care for me. He would stay with me when my sleep was spoiled by horrible dreams; when I was down after something unpleasant occurred; when huge happiness surrounded(环绕) me and was needed to be spoken out to a listener. He gave me all these, on which the others didn't focus. I was moved.

    He always stayed. And kept staying. I was mixed in it. Which ever drove me crazy. But now I have to accept the truth that he has already gone. Like an opening petunias, come with charming smells, and then go with heart breaking. I don't feel sad, or any sense of bitterness. It's just like a two-people party, now it's time to end.

    Had someone given me a chance, could I let him stay? I think it's fate, unstoppable. His eyes are too small, not being able to fill me in. He's right. I shouldn't force him and myself.

    Today I live well. My life goes the right way. I will still miss him, imaging his life in heaven. Then it reminds me of that day. Eight years ago, he felt dying, then held me tightly, passing the beats and temperature to me. That street is in Wenchuan, on May 12th in 2008.

A long time ago, there was an apple tree. A little kid enjoyed playing around it and taking a rest under it. Also, he wanted to pick some apples from the tree. As a 5-year-old boy, he was short so he 1 to climb to the top of the tree to get the apples and ate them. He really had fun playing with the tree. He loved the tree and the tree loved him at that time.

Time went by. The boy 2 and he didn't play with the tree. One day, the boy came back to the tree. "Come and play with me." the tree said.

"I dislike playing around the tree now. I want toys. Toys are more interesting for me. I need money to buy them."

"I don't have money, but you can pick my apples and sell them." The boy was happy and climbed the tree and picked all the apples 3 the tree and left.

After a long time, the boy was already a man. He was much taller than before. He could touch the branches (树枝) of the tree 4 without climbing up. He came back to the tree. "I need a house for my family."

"You can cut my branches to build one." 5 the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left. He didn't come back. The tree missed him so much and felt sad.

On a hot day, the boy came back after many years. "Sorry, my boy. I have 6 for you. I'm old." "I just need a place to rest. I am 7 after all these years." The boy sat down and the tree smiled with tears (泪水).

The tree is like our 8 . When we are young, we love to play with them. When we grow up, we leave them, and we only come to them when we need something or when we have 9 . You may think the boy is cruel (残忍的) to the tree but that's 10 we treat (对待) our parents.

Bill is a thirteen﹣year﹣old boy. He is very 1 . He can easily work out all the2 problems. 

One day， 3 his way to school，Bill saw a poster at the gate of a 4 shop. It said，"Apple：six for five cents（分）. "Bill suddenly got an 5 ，so he went into the shop. 

"How 6 are the apples？"He asked the shop assistant. 

"Six for five cents. "

"Well，if six apples are worth（值） five cents，three apples are worth about two cents，two apples are worth one cent and then one apple is worth 7 . I only want one apple，so there is no need for me to pay you. "

Bill 8 out a good apple and began to eat it. And he walked out of the store9 . The man was so surprised that he could not even10 a word. 

要求：

1.80-100词，可适当发挥；

2.文中不能出现自己的姓名和所在学校的名称。

参考信息：

1.介绍一次你暑假的志愿者经历（时间、地点、人物、主要活动……）

2.感受......

There are many happy and sad moments in our life. But they don't always 1 us. We forget things every day. What should we do? For me, 2 is a good way to help us deal with this problem. Now, I'm still learning more about it. I enjoy recording(记录) my daily life with my 3 . 

I started to learn about photography in seventh grade. One day, my 4 took me to see a photo show which was held by a famous photographer. When I saw the amazing photos, I felt quite 5 . They looked like oil paintings and were true to nature I fell in love with them at once. 

After I saw the photos, I 6 asked my father to buy me a camera on the way home. To my surprise. he agreed . But he said seriously, "Promise me that you will keep 7 photography. Never give it up. " After I got my new camera, I went out to 8 everything I saw. Flying birds, walking people, blooming(盛开的) flowers-anything I liked. 

It is like a close friend to me and it helps my 9 stay. My photos aren't always that great, but I still 10 photography. I feel good to record city life with my "good friend"-my camera. 

 The boy in the photo is our favourite writer.1 name is Dillon Smith. This 9-year-old boy is from the US. Americans all like his first book"The Life of Dillon Smith". He uses different colors of 2 in the book.

"Hey, my writer.3 pencils do you use in your book?" Dillon's mum asks.

"Oh, let me 4 . One, two, three, ... Well, I use many pencils. I 5 different students every day and I have to use different color words(词) to write them. I use the 6 word for Tom because he likes trees and grass. My best friend Jane 7 me every day with my English so I choose(选择) the red word for her."

"How about your 8 in your class?"

"Oh! Ms Green! I choose the orange word for her!"

"Your idea is 9 I like it!" Dillon's mum is happy and she knows what to do — —10 more pencils on her son's desk.