Many years ago, my dad worked in a children's hospital.

    A girl in the hospital had a 1 illness. She couldn't move her hands or feet. She could only move her head. She 2 on bed every day and she was very sad. Even the 3 couldn't help her.

    My dad 4 to try his best to help her. He brought paints, brushes and paper to her room. He hung (挂) the paper on the wall, put the brush in his 5 and began to paint. He didn't use his hands at all. Only his head moved. My dad 6 the girl, “See, you can do anything you want to do.”

    Soon the girl began to paint using her own mouth. She and my dad became good friends. But my dad fell ill 7 that time and he had to stay at home.

    Two months later, my dad went back to the children's hospital. 8 he went into the hospital, the girl ran to him and hugged him tightly (紧紧地). She gave my dad a picture and said, “I 9 this picture with my hands. Thank you for helping me.”

    My dad would cry every time he told us this 10. He would say, “Sometimes love is more powerful (有力量的) than doctors.”

    Each of us fails from time to time. If we are wise, having enough experience and knowledge, we will regard these failures (失败) as a necessary and 1 part of learning. But often as parents and teachers, we don't 2_this right (权利) to our children.

    Donnie was a student in my class. His 3 about failure kept him away from classroom games which other children enjoyed. He 4 answered my questions—he was afraid of making mistakes.

    I tried my best to build his self-confidence. But nothing changed 5 midterm, when Mary, a new teacher, came. She was young and pretty, and she was loved by every student6 Donnie. She made a big difference to Donnie later.

    One morning, Donnie copied the math problem clearly and 7, but he missed the fourth problem and began to cry with his head in his arms.

I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, a smile 8on Mary's face. From the desk she got a box that 9 pencils. “Look, Donnie,” she said gently, kneeling (蹲在) beside him. “I've got something to 10 you.” She took out the pencils, one at a time, and placed them on his desk.

    “See these pencils, Donnie,” she continued. “They 11 Mrs. Landon and me. See how the erasers are worn (磨损)? That's because we make mistakes, too. But we erase the mistakes and try again. That's what you12 learn to do, too.”

    She kissed him and stood up, “here,” she said, “I'll leave one of these pencils on 13 desk, so you'll remember that everybody makes mistakes, even teachers.” Donnie looked up with 14 in his eyes and a smile.

The pencil became Donnie's prize. That, together with Mary's encouragement, gradually made him understand 15the meaning of making mistakes is —it's all right to make mistakes as long as you erase them and try again.

    My name is Helen. I am 13. My1is on October 25th. I 2in America with my parents and my brother Frank. I 3 in a middle school with Frank. My favourite 4are music and art. I like listening 5music and talking with my friends when I am 6. I don't like history because it's 7.

    I always have meals at school. I have good eating 8. For breakfast, I 9to have two pieces of bread and a glass of milk. And for lunch, I like to eat chicken, rice10vegetables. I think they are 11and can make me strong. For dinner, I 12eat a small bowl of tomato and egg noodles. 13are delicious.

    To keep fit, I always 14some time playing sports. I often 15early in the morning to run in the park. And in the afternoon, I often play ping-pong with my classmates after school.

Spring Festival(春节) is a big festival in China. Chinese like Spring Festival not because of the new clothes or nice food, but being with their family.

Hello! My name is Zhao Na. I'm nine years old. I am in Rizhao, Shandong. My first name is Na and my last name is Zhao. My English name is Julia. I like green. I have a good friend. She is English, but now she is in China. Her name is Helen Smith. Helen is her first name and Smith is her last name. Her Chinese name is Wang Min. She is nine too. Her favourite colour is red. Helen and I are in the same school. We study in the same class.

①Do you remember the name of your kindergarten teacher? I do, Her name was Mrs. White. 

②I don't remember much about what we learned in her class, but my mother once told me that we used to write a lot. And I would bring back what I wrote and she would look at it and see there were so many mistakes. But no red corrections. And always a star. Sometimes even a Good! That worried my mother a lot, so one day she asked Mrs. White why she never corrected my mis- takes; in spellings of words or pointed out grammatical errors. 

③Mrs. White said, "The children are just beginning to get excited about using words, about forming sentences. I don't want to dampen that interest with red ink. Spelling and grammar can wait. . . "

④She is right! I did grow up learning to use words with loving confidence just like that. I look back now and think she must have been a rather extraordinary teacher— to restrain(限制) her red pen— to allow the joy, wonder and excitement of expression. 

⑤I used to misspell"beautiful" a lot. I never could quite remember that the"e" went before the"a". It annoyed my teacher in high school endlessly. Eventually the"e" and"a" settled into their right places. I am glad I didn't wait on them though. "Pretty" is easier to spell but it doesn't hold as much as you mean sometimes. 

⑥And thanks to Mrs. White I had no concerns about writing what I meant, even if I couldn't quite spell it out. After all, life isn't pretty. It's beautiful.