Although it was autumn, the snow was already beginning to fall in Tibet (西藏).Our legs were so heavy and cold that 1 felt like big pieces of ice. Have you 2 seen snowmen ride bicycles? That's what we looked like! Along the way children who were 3 long wool coats stopped to look at us. In the late 4 we found it was so cold that our water bottles froze (结冰).However, the lakes 5 like glass in the setting sun and looked wonderful.

Wang Wei rode in front of me as usual. She was in high spirit and I knew I didn't need to 6 her. To climb the mountains was hard work but as we 7 us, we were surprised by the view. We seemed to be able to see for miles, and we were so high that we found ourselves cycling through clouds. After a while, we began going 8 the mountains. It was great fun especially as it slowly became much 9 .

      At the foot of the mountains, colourful butterflies flew around us and we saw many sheep eating green grass. Then we had to 10 our caps, gloves and trousers for T-shirts and shorts.   

      In the early evening we stopped to make camp .We   11   our tent（帐篷）and then we ate. After supper Wang Wei went to sleep but I stayed   12   . At midnight the sky became       13   and the stars grew brighter. As I   14  below the stars I thought about how far we had already travelled.

      We will reach Dali in Yunan Province soon, where our cousins will join us. We   15 hardly wait to see them !

    Mr. White with his wife was now living at a small Italian hotel. Last year they had stayed in Italy for months on holiday. One night he went out for a walk1. It was late. The small street was dark and 2. Suddenly he heard steps behind him. He 3 his head and saw a middle-aged woman with wild hair， who quickly walked past him. The woman was 4 out of sight when Mr. White suddenly found that his watch was 5. He thought it was the passing woman who had taken his watch， 6 he ran quickly after her and soon caught up with her. As he knew 7 Italian， Mr. White had to ask the woman to8 the watch in another way. He showed the woman his strong arms and pointed to her watch pocket. The woman thought a while and gave the watch to Mr. White.

    Mr. White returned home and told his wife 9had happened. He was greatly 10 when Mrs. White pointed to the watch on the table. Now he found it was he himself that had taken the Italian's watch.

    Jeff is fifteen now, but he's still in Grade One. He likes playing1, he often plays it with his friends, but he does not like to use his head. He does not listen to his2in class, so he can not do his homework. His teachers don't like him. They tell his parents3it, and they do not know what to do.

    It's Sunday today. Jeff gets up4in the morning. After breakfast, his mother tells him to do his homework. He goes to his bedroom.5his mother is busy with her housework, Jeff goes out with a ball. Now it's time for lunch, but she can't 6Jeff.

    Later he comes back. His parents look very angry, but say7. After lunch, Jeff wants to go out again. His father stops him and8, “Is your homework over?''

    “No,” answers the boy, “I can't do it.” His father pulls(拉、拽)him by the9and says, “Where is your ear?” “Oh，dear!" Jeff calls out, “It's in your10.”

    Hello！My 1 is David. I am in No.12 Middle School. Here 2a photo of a pen. Is it mine？3. It is not my pen. It is my good friend Anna's. She lost 4 pen in the school library this morning. It is black. Now she can 5 it. I can e-mail her about it 6 anna808@tom.com.

    I found a 7 of keys in Classroom 7C this afternoon.8 yours？My phone number is 798－5546. Please 9 me. You can 10 the teacher for them, too. Thank you!

    Thanksgiving Day was near. The first-grade teacher asked1students to draw a picture of something that they were thankful for. People celebrated the holiday2turkey( 火鸡) and other traditional food of the season. So, most of her students' pictures were about them.

    3, Peter drew a different kind of picture. Peter was a different kind of boy. He always looked sad. When asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew ay4. Other students were all very interested in the picture. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers feed5. Another thought it was the hand of a policeman, because the police (山)6 and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God(上帝) ... The discussion went on until the teacher almost7the young artist.

    During the break, all children ran out of the classroom except Peter.  The teacher came to Peter's 8 , bent(弯腰) down, and asked him whose hand it was. The little boy9and said in a low voice, "It's yours, teacher.

    She remembered the times she took his hand and walked with him here and there. She10said, "Take my hand, Peter. Let's go outside. Let me show you how to use your pencil. "Peter was very grateful to his teacher.