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    I remember the green coat in my fifth and sixth grades.

    When I needed a new jacket, my mother asked what kind I wanted. I described something like bikers wear. She listened long. I thought she understood for sure the kind I wanted.

    The next day when I got home from school, I discovered, on my bed, a jacket which was not what I had expected. I went close to the jacket slowly, as if it were a stranger.

    From the kitchen mother shouted that my jacket was in the closet. I rushed and pulled at the clothes in the closet, hoping the jacket on the bed wasn't for me but my brother. No luck, I wanted to cry because it was so ugly and so big. But I knew I'd have to wear it a long time before I'd have a new one. I looked at the jacket, like an enemy, thinking bad things before I took off my old and small jacket.

    I put the big jacket on. I stood in front of the mirror（镜子）, turning right and left. I looked ugly.

    I threw it on my brother's bed and looked at it for a long time before I put it on and went out, smiling a "thank you" to my mom.

    The next day I wore it to school. At the morning break, my best friend, Steve, looked at me for a long time. The girls turned away to whisper. The teachers looked my way and talked about how foolish I looked in my new jacket. When it was time for the whole school to get together on the playground,   ▲  . Although they didn't say out loud, "Man, that's ugly!" I heard their talk and even laughter.

    And so I went, in my jacket. So embarrassed, so hurt, I couldn't even do my lessons the rest of the day. I received Cs on tests.

    I wore that thing for three years. All in those years no love came to me.

    I blamed（指责）that jacket for those bad years. I blamed my mother for her bad taste and her cheap ways. It was a sad time for the heart. Anyway, I spent my sixth-grade year, looking forward to something good to happen to me.

    And it was about that time I began to grow, still in that green ugly jacket, which had become my brother who went along wherever I went.

    My father was German, but he worked in England. He married my mother, who was English. Her family name was Robinson, so when I was born in 1632 in England, they called me Robinson, after her.

My father did well in his business and I went to a good school. He wanted me to get a good job, and live a quiet, pleasant life. But I wanted adventure and an exciting life.

    "I want to be a sailor and go to sea", I told my mother and father. They were very unhappy about this.

    "Please don't go." my father said, "You won't be happy you know. Sailors have a difficult and dangerous life." And because I loved him, and he was unhappy, I tried to forget about the sea.

    But I couldn't forget, and about a year later, I saw a friend in town. His father had a ship and my friend said to me, "We are sailing to London tomorrow. Why don't you go with us?"

    On September 1, 1651, I went to Hull and the next day we sailed for London.

    But, a few days later, there was a strong wind. The sea was rough and dangerous, and the ship went up and down, up and down. I was very ill, and was very afraid.

    "Oh, I don't want to die!" I cried, "I want to live! If I live, I will go home and never go to sea again!"

    The next day the wind stopped, and the sea was quiet and beautiful again.

    "Well, Robinson," my friend laughed, "How do you feel now? The wind wasn't too bad."

    "What!" I cried. "It was a terrible storm."

    "Oh, that wasn't a storm," my friend answered, "Just a little wind. Forget it, come and have a drink."

    After a few drinks with my friend, I felt better. I forgot about the danger, and made up my mind not to go home. I didn't want my friend and family to laugh at me!

    I stayed in London for some time, but I still wanted to go to the sea. So, when the captain of a ship asked me to go with him to Guinea in Africa, I agreed. And so I went to the sea for the second time.

    It was a good ship, and everything went well at first, but I was very ill again. Then when we were near the Canary Islands, a Turkish pirate (海盗) ship came after us. They were famous thieves of the sea at that time. There was a long, hard fight, but when it finished, we and the ship were prisoners. The Turkish captain and his men took us to Sallee in Morocco. They wanted to sell us as slaves (奴隶) in the market. But in the end, the Turkish captain decided to keep me for himself, and took me home with him. This was a sudden and terrible change in my life.

Recently I had a trip to Sydney with my parents. We visited the Wildlife Park.

The Wildlife Park has lots of different animals. Some are native( 当地的 ) to Australia and can only be found there. There are more than 500 animals there, including kangaroos, koalas and crocodiles( 鳄鱼 ). They are kept in their natural environment. I like the Wildlife Park better than a zoo. In zoos, most of the animals are in cages( 笼子).

We first spent some time with the kangaroos. We could touch and feed them. It was very exciting to be so close to them. There were koalas there, too. They looked very cuddly(令人想拥抱的 ). Although we couldn't carry koalas, I could take a photo with one. It is a wonderful souvenir( 纪念品) of my holiday in Sydney.

The Wildlife Park has plenty of freshwater and saltwater crocodiles. Some of them are. very big and scary with huge teeth!I did not want to get too close to them.

There was also a bird show. The keepers showed us different species of birds. I saw an old parrot. It could " talk" and made a great impression on me.

I enjoyed the trip very much. There was so much to see.

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My father is {#blank#}2{#/blank#} English teacher. He is great fun，so the students all like{#blank#}3{#/blank#}. My mother is a doctor（医生）. She has many things to do. She is busy every day. My grandpa has healthy habits. Every morning，he plays Taiji with {#blank#}4{#/blank#}friends in the park. {#blank#}5{#/blank#} old is he? He always says he is 50. My sister and I{#blank#}6{#/blank#} students. We are at {#blank#}7{#/blank#} same school. I don't do well in Chinese，but my sister {#blank#}8{#/blank#}. She often helps me with it after class. {#blank#}9{#/blank#}you think my family happy? What {#blank#}10{#/blank#} your family? 

 John is a middle school student. A few weeks ago, John1 to a new school. He likes it better than his old school. The classrooms are big and clean. Every classroom has2 computer in it. The library is also really great! There are lots of books, magazines and newspapers. It also has 3 chairs and students can sit on them when they read. The food in the school dining hall is delicious and not expensive.4 the students like to eat there. The beef noodles are John's favorite. John's favorite place at the school is the big auditorium (礼堂). The students often go there to 5 to talks. Last week John went there for an interesting speech and he loved it.

 The school has all 6 of activities. For example, there is a music festival every June. The students like 7 school band(乐队) very much. The sports meet is also one 8 the most popular activities at the school. It is for September every year.

 John is happy that he can9 at this school. He enjoys his days here 10 he has the best teachers and the friendliest classmates.

On my 35th birthday, I gave myself my first skateboard (滑板). Most of my friends and family thought the girl was crazy, but only I knew why.

Two years ago, I accidentally fell down a 12-meter waterfall and broke the pelvis (骨盆). I used to be thought of using the wheelchair for good, but one year's professional training made it possible for me to walk miles. Therefore, physical activities became even more important in my life. So why not make it enjoyable? I've wanted to learn to skateboard since I was a kid, but all of my time went into dancing. 

One day, I met some of the members of GRLSWIRL, a skateboarding club. This club was amazing. Even though everyone there was better than me, they were happy to help and excited to see me overcome (克服) challenges. For me, the biggest challenge was overcoming my PTSD (创伤后应激障碍). Falling is a huge part of skateboarding, but because of that accident, it was really hard for me to make it. However, when I tried again and again, I was not afraid of falling any more. The more I skateboarded, the better my body and mind felt. Although I started it for treatment, I never imagined it would open up a new world for me.