I sat with my friend in a well-known coffee shop. As we enjoyed our coffee, a man entered and sat down beside us. He called the waiter and ordered, "Two cups of coffee, 1of them there on the wall." We heard this with great 2 and saw that he was served with one cup of coffee but he paid for two. As soon as he left, the waiter3 put a piece of paper on the wall saying "A Cup of Coffee". While we were still there, two other men had two cups of coffee but paid for three. 4 the waiter did the same thing. It seemed that this was usual at this place. However, it was something strange for us. Since we had nothing to do with the5, we finished our coffee, paid and left.

    After a few days, we again had a 6to go to this coffee shop. While we were enjoying our coffee, a man entered. The way this man was dressed did not match the 7 of this coffee shop. As he seated himself, he looked at the wall and said, "One cup of coffee from the wall." The waiter served coffee to this man with the same8. The man had his coffee and left without paying. The waiter took off a piece of paper from the 9 and threw it in the dust bin. Now there was no 10 for us. The great kindness for the people in need shown by the people of this town filled up our eyes with tears.

    When I was about 12 years old, I really wanted a new bike! I 1my parents my birthday wish, but I knew there was little hope because my family could 2have that money.

    On my birthday my parents told me they had my3outside in the back yard. At once I 4out to the yard. There was my bike, 5it wasn't the bike that I thought it would be. This one was pink, old and worn with age. It was so6! I thought I7  my parents' feelings because I could see the disappointment8their faces and I was sure they could see it on mine. I 9the old bike and rode it, feeling 10that I had made my parents feel this way. So I put on a smile, rode as fast as I could and didn't 11 ...

As time went by, I began to understand my parents gave me12 much more than just a rusty（生锈的）old bike. They gave me a life lesson about 13 .When you give something out of love, it doesn't matter what it is in fact. What matters is the love that is in it. I like to remember this 14because giving a gift is not about money. It's about how much love you can feel from it. Do remember, a gift that 15two dollars isn't any less valuable（有价值的）than one that costs one hundred dollars, or even more.

    Mr. Jackson was our science teacher. On the first day of class, he gave us a talk about an animal called wampus. He told us that the wampus lived on earth millions of years ago during the Ice Age and died out because of the change of climate(气候). We all listened carefully and took 1 of everything he said. Later we had a 2.

    When the exam paper was 3to me, I was surprised and sad, there was a big red "×" through each of my answers, I failed. But how come? 4, on the test paper, I had written down 5 Mr. . Jackson said in class.

    Then I realized that no one 6 the exam at all. What had happened?

    "Very simple," Mr. Jackson explained. "I had 7 all that story about the wampus. There had never been any such animal, so the information in your notes was not correct. Do you expect to get 8 marks for incorrect answers？"

    There was no need to say we were 9. What kind of test was this? What kind of teacher was he?

    How could we believe he gave us so much information about an animal that had not been there at all? How was it possible 10 us students to doubt what the teacher taught us?

    "The zeroes on your papers will be 11 in your grade books," he said. And he did it.

Through this experience, Mr. Jackson hoped that we would learn something. Teachers and books are not always 12. In fact, no one is. He told us not to let our mind go to sleep. Instead, we should keep thinking all the time and speak up if we think there are13in our teachers' words or in books.

    We should 14 the habit of doubting, and the ability to decide by ourselves. What a special 15 he gave us.

    Then Alice saw a small glass table. There was a little golden key on it. She picked it and put it in all the locks on the doors but it didn't open any of them. She moved a curtain on one of the walls and discovered another door, a very small one. She put the key in the lock. It was exactly the right size! She opened the door and looked through it. At the end of a low passage she saw a beautiful garden. It was full of brightly coloured flowers and fountains.

    "Oh, how beautiful!" she said. "I'd love to go there but I'm too big to get through the door."

    She walked back to the table. There was a bottle on it now.

    "I'm sure that bottle wasn't there before," she said, a little confused.

    She put down the key and picked up the bottle. She read the words "DRINK ME" on it. Alice wasn't a stupid girl. She didn't drink it immediately. First she looked at the bottle carefully. There wasn't a label on it that said "POISON".

    So she put the bottle to her lips and drank.

    "Mmm, ifs nice," she said. It tasted like cherry tart, pineapple, roast turkey and toast-all the things that she liked to eat-so she drank some more. And some more. Soon the bottle was empty.

    "What a curious feeling," she said. "I'm getting smaller and smaller.'" It was true! She was now as small as her cat Dinah.

    "Good! I can go through the door into the garden," she said. But, poor Alice! When she got to the door, she didn't have the key! It was on the table. She couldn't reach it because she was too small now. She sat down and cried.

    After a while she said, "Alice! Stop crying! Crying doesn't help! Dry your tears immediately!"

    When she looked at the table again, she saw a small glass box under it. She picked it up and opened it. There was a small cake inside. It had the words "EAT ME" on it. She put a small piece of it in her mouth.

    "If I grow bigger I can reach the key," she thought. "And if I grow smaller I can go under the door."

    But nothing happened so she finished it.   

    Mr. Smith 1from London. Now he is in China. He is 2. He teaches 3a middle school. He works very hard. His students like 4very much. He can 5a little Chinese .His students often teach him Chinese. 6Sundays. Mr. Smith likes playing football. He often plays football 7 his students.

    Mr. Smith 8  a son. His name is Jack. He is a student. He studies in a middle school. He goes to school 9 bike every day. He gets back home at four in the afternoon. He likes 10 TV in the evening.