Toby was a 13-year-old Boy. He studied in a middle school in Paris. He was quite a Clever Boy and was good at almost everything. However, he had a problem. He had a fear(恐惧)of heights. This problem made him unhappy for a long time. He talked to his father about it one day.

   "I've had enough, Dad," he said." I would love to go rock Climbing with my friends. But every time I get too high, I feel afraid."

    His dad paused(停顿)as he thought about his son's ________

   "Well, Toby," he said quietly," I Can help you. But you will need to Be Brave. Are you ready?"

    Toby was quiet for a few minutes.

   "I am ready!" he answered bravely.

    Toby's father picked up the keys and walked towards the front door.

   "We're going into the City!" his father said.

    Toby knew what was coming. Toby lived in Paris. One of the world's tallest buildings was there. That was the Eiffel Tower. Nothing was said between them as they drove into the City.

    After about an hour, they arrived at the Eiffel Tower. Toby looked up at it.

   "Can I really do this?" he asked worriedly.

   "Well," his father said," I will be with you every step of the way. This is the day that you fight your fear! Come on!"

    Toby took a Breath. His father held his hand and then they made their way, step by step, towards the top of the Eiffel Tower. At last they got to the top.

   "Wow, Dad!" he said excitedly as he looked over Paris.

   "I told you there was nothing to worry about," his father said.

    Hello, everyone! I'm your new Chinese teacher. I am twenty three years old. My given name is Li and my family name is Lin. I have a cat. Its name is Mimi. It's black and white. White is my favourite colour. I go to work from Monday to Friday. I am free on Saturday and Sunday. I like playing table tennis. Would you like to play table tennis with me after class?

    I'm from Beijing. Do you know Beijing? It's the capital of China. It's a very big city. It's cold in winter and hot in summer. But it's good to go to Beijing in spring or in autumn. Welcome to Beijing.

    When I was in the seventh grade, I had problems behaving. My heart was in the right place, but I couldn't always follow the rules. I played many tricks on my schoolmates. Once, I even pulled a girl's hair on the school bus to get her attention. As a result, I was repeatedly sent to the office of the headmaster. Although 1 hated going there, I did nor hate the headmaster, Mr. Smith.

    Mr. Smith was a kind, elderly man. When he punished me for putting some ants into a classmate's pencil box, it didn't hurt at all, but it did hurt my feelings. I thought so much of him and moments like that seemed to prove I was hopelessly bad.

    When I was called to Mr. Smith's office for the sixth time, I had no idea what I had done. I felt disappointed as I walked down there. I went into his office, sat down, and looked at the floor. Then he said the last thing I expected to hear. "Kevin, I've heard you've been behaving really well lately. I want you to know how proud I am of you, and I just called you down to my office to give you a peppermint."

    "Really?" I was surprised.

    "Yes. Now you can take that peppermint and go back to class."

    I carried the peppermint with me as if it was a gold coin. When I got into my classroom, I bragged(吹嘘) to my classmates about nay turn around, excitedly. I wasn't so bad after all.

    Mr. Smith was really kind. He made me realize that I was just a kid who had problems with behavior. He bought some peppermints and took the time to notice me when I got something anything-right. Mr. Smith gave me some hope by giving me some love. I will just remember him for the rest of my life.