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    Mr Smith lived in a city．There were too many cars and there were not enough roads．Buses were the only kind of public transport．There were traffic jams(交通堵塞)all the time．Most people hated driving．One day,Mr Smith was going to an important meeting．He got on a very crowded(拥挤的)bus．There were lots of cars on the road so the bus was moving very slowly．Mr Smith was worried he might be late．

    "Can you go any faster?" he asked the bus driver．

    "Yes，I can，but my bus can't．"the bus driver said．

    I'm ChenJie. I have some new sandals . They are cool . It is hot in summer . I can wear my new sandals . I have a new T-shirt . My old T-shirt is too small . I want to buy a new dress . It's eighty-five yuan . It's very pretty . I think it's cheap .

    Mr. White lives in the countryside with his wife, Mrs. White. From Monday to Friday he works in a small office near his house. He is free on Saturdays and Sundays. He has a nice garden near his house. He likes growing flowers and he usually works in the garden on Saturdays and Sundays. The flowers are colourful and beautiful. Mrs. White likes them very much. She often helps Mr. White. They live happily together.

    My name is Lingling. My friends (朋友) are peter and Mingming. Peter likes pears but he doesn't like lemons. Mingming likes bananas. I like mangos and oranges. Peter, Mingming and I don't like apples.

    Two hundred years ago, there were no telephones or mobile phones in China. People wrote letters to get in touch with their friends or relatives.

    Once there was an old woman, she lived alone in a village. Her son was working in the city. One night she missed her son. She could not get sleep. She wanted to write a letter to him. But she could not read or write. After some time she got up and knocked on her neighbour's door.

    “Mr. Lee, could you please write a letter to my son for me?" she asked. It was the middle of the night and Mr. Lee wanted to sleep. He didn't get up or open the door. He said loudly to the woman, I wish I could help you but I have a problem. My handwriting is very bad at night. Only I can read it. If I write the letter now, I'll have to visit your son and read the letter to him. Maybe you should come back tomorrow.”