A teenage girl couldn't stand her parents' family rules, so she left home.

    She wanted to be1 but she had poor education and several years later she had to ask for food on the street for a living. Now her father has died. Her mother is an old woman. But she is still 2 her daughter. She has been to every corner of the city. Everywhere she goes, she3 a big photo of herself on the wall. At the lower part of the photo she writes, “I still love you…,4 home!”

    One day, the daughter saw one of the photos. The face was familiar. “Is that my mother?” She moved closer and read the 5: I still love you… She cried. When she got home, it was early morning. She6 the door. The door opened itself. She rushed to her mother's7. Her mother was sleeping. She woke her mother up, “It's me! Your 8is back home!” The mother and daughter held each other, full of 9tears (眼泪). The daughter asked, “Why is the door not locked? A thief could get in.” The mother answered 10, “The door has never been locked since you left.”

    The door of parents' love for their children will never be closed.

    Once there lived a poor family in our town. They were so poor that there was almost(几乎)1 in the house but a pot(罐) 2 a broken table. In it there was a little rice. They 3the rice from their neighbour for the coming New Year. On New Year's Eve(除夕夜), the wife already fell asleep, but the husband was 4 in bed, worrying about their life. Suddenly he heard someone breaking into the room.

    “It must be a thief(小偷),” he thought, “5 it doesn't matter. The thief can steal(偷) nothing.”He didn't shout or move. But he kept6over the thief.

    The thief came into the house and was only7 in the rice under the table.

    “But8can I take it away?” the thief thought hard. Then he had an idea. He9 his coat, put it on the ground between the bed and the table and turned around to take the 10 .

    Now the husband knew11the thief would do. He picked up the coat quickly and covered himself with it12the thief turned back.

    The thief took the pot, and poured(倒) the rice onto the coat. Then he began to feel it. But he was13 to find that his coat was gone.

    “Hey,” he shouted out. The14 woke up the wife. She asked her husband, “Did you hear any sound? Maybe there is a thief in the room.”

    “Shut up! (闭嘴)” replied her husband, “15 to sleep. There is no thief in the room.”

    “That's impossible,”the thief shouted loudly, “If there isn't a thief, then, where is my coat?”

Harris was a very small hare(野兔) with very big feet. "Why do I have such big feet, Grandpa?" Harris asked. "All hares have big feet, Harris. I will show you 1 ," said Grandpa.

Grandpa hopped(单脚跳) 2 into the air. Harris copied(模仿) it. He kept practicing over and over again until he could hop as high 3 Grandpa. Then Grandpa took Harris up to the 4 of the mountains. He told Harris, "With your big feet, you can hop to the top of your world."

Grandpa taught Harris lots of life 5 . For example, he taught Harris how to 6 a cool resting place in the earth when the days were hot. One summer afternoon, they stopped to 7 the grass. Harris shouted happily, "Look, Grandpa! My feet can 8 me away from the hot sun! I'm so 9 to have such big feet." As time went by, he got to know the10 of his feet.

One day Grandpa noticed a wolf looking closely at them from a distance (从远处). He kept cool and spoke 11 to Harris, "The most important thing about your big feet is they can 12 you to run very fast." Harris began to run and didn't stop 13 he heard the howl (嚎叫) of the wolf. "Grandpa, why aren't you running with me?" Harris ran back and 14 sadly.

"Little Harris, I'm growing old. It's time for you to learn to live in 15 own world."

Harris kept Grandpa's words in mind and he believed his big feet would take him to the end of the world.

You must have heard of me. I'm Li Bai. I'm famous for my poems, but looking back on my fall and exciting life, I'd say friendship has been just as important as poetry.

One of my friends is He Zhizhang who is forty-two years older than me. Once we were having such an interesting conversation that we decided to continue it over dinner. After finishing the meal, we realized that neither of us had brought any money. He immediately took off the golden tortoise (龟) decorated on his waist and used it to pay for our dinner. I knew the golden tortoise was given to him by the Emperor. His generosity touched me. This showed how much he valued our friendship.

A letter started another of my friendships. The letter was from Wang Lun. He wrote to invite me to enjoy the ten-li peach blossom (桃花) scenery and the ten thousand restaurants in his area. I was expecting to see the special scenery and taste all kinds of food and wine so that I accepted this invitation at once.

But when I arrived to my surprise, I found that this clever man had used word-play to trick me into visiting him! The ten-li peach blossom referred to a lake named Peach Blossom Lake, which was about ten li away. The ten thousand restaurants were just a restaurant named WanJia, meaning "owned by Mr. Wan"! I was impressed by his cleverness, and we enjoyed a good laugh together.

Although my friends and I don't have many opportunities to get together, we keep one another in mind.

提示：

1. 她/他的外貌；

2. 她/他的性格；

3. 她/他的品质。

要求：

1. 语句通顺，意思连贯；

2. 不体现真实姓名；

3. 80词左右。

My best friend

要点提示：

1. 简述莫言的成就；

2. 莫言的生平简介：(1)于1955年2月17日出生，祖籍山东省高密市；(2)十二岁辍学务农，随后入工厂上班；(3)1976年入伍，并开始写作生涯，他的作品主要描写乡村生活，《红高粱》(Red Sorghum) 是最负盛名的小说。

3. 对莫言的评价。

参考词汇：诺贝尔文学奖the Nobel Prize for Literature 作文要求：

1. 80词左右，开头已给出，不计入总词数内； 2. 文中不得出现真实姓名和校名；

3. 可适当增加细节，以便条理清楚、行文连贯； 4. 标点正确，书面整洁。

Mo Yan is the first Chinese writer to win the Nohel Prize for Literature.