Curly is my big dog. He is so strong that he can carry everything on his back. He likes to run and play with me. He likes to follow my father around in the fields, too.

    One day my father took off his coat and put it on the ground under a big tree. Curly stood watching him. My father said, "Watch my coat, Curly." Curly sat down on the coat. My father forgot all about his coat and went home without it. Late in the evening I missed my dog. I looked everywhere for him, calling, "Curly, Curly" but Curly did not come. Soon my father wanted something that was in his coat pocket. Then he remembered what he had done. He went back to the big tree. What do you think he saw? Curly was sitting on the coat so that nobody could carry it away.

    I have just finished reading the lovely book called Daddy Long Legs written by Jean Webster.

    Judy was a girl who was always positive about life though she was an orphan(孤儿) living in a small village for 18 years. Then one day a man came and decided to send her to college, which later totally changed Judy's life. He asked Judy to write him a letter once a month to tell him what she had learned at school. But he would never reply to her letter. The different life between the village and the college made Judy fully realize the beauty of life and she cherished every moment of her life. She never asked too much about life. Her only quarrel (争吵) with life was that time ran too fast. She caught up with other classmates so quickly although she had a quite different childhood from them, which at first did cause her a lot of trouble. The story of Judy was told in the form of letters which were also written by Judy herself. When I was reading the letters, I was touched by Judy's character.

    I am wondering whether you have ever read it and I am sure that you will be deeply moved by the unexpected and romantic ending if you are a teenage girl. In a word, Daddy Long Legs is worth reading.

Zhao Li, 51, is known as "the Chinese Fabre". He is famous for writing the "Chinese version (版本) of Fabre's Book of Insects (《昆虫记》)" and setting up Asia's largest insect museum – the Insect Museum of West China in Sichuan.

Much like the French naturalist (博物学家) Jean Henri Fabre, Zhao's story with insects dates back to his childhood. In his early years, Zhao started making butterfly specimens (标本) with the help of his parents. In high school, the butterfly specimens he collected were enough to support his first specimen exhibition.

Zhao's love for butterflies is nearly crazy. During his college years, he went into the forests of western Sichuan every summer. In 1991, the then 19-year-old cycled over 500 kilometers, living in farmhouses, eating dry food, and sometimes even sleeping in temples or on big rocks along the way. Finally, he discovered a new butterfly species – Lethe bipupilla (舜目黛眼蝶). It's reported that this was the first time a new butterfly species (种类) in Sichuan had been discovered by a Chinese person.

The discovery trips can sometimes be dangerous. In 1992, Zhao came across a mudslide (山崩) in Mount Gongga, Sichuan province. Luckily, a tree got in the way of a big rock coming toward him and saved him. However, the dangers didn't stop him from looking for butterflies. To find the nationally protected Teinopalpus aureus (金斑喙凤蝶), Zhao camped for seven days on the highest peak (山峰) in southern Hainan. He became the first person in China to successfully take a detailed photo of this butterfly species,which help people see clearly how beautiful the butterflies are!

Zhao is often called "Prince Butterfly". But he said, "I am not a prince, just someone who loves insects."

I still remember it was an early autumn. Some {#blank#}1{#/blank#} started to turn yellow and the weather got cool. One day, as I was getting ready for school, my mother carelessly handed me my father's vest (背心) instead of {#blank#}2{#/blank#}. At that time, I was getting to have a {#blank#}3{#/blank#} size than my father, so when I put on the vest, I felt as if I wasn't able to breathe! I realized that it was a small mistake which was {#blank#}4{#/blank#} by my mother, but somehow the breathless feeling was so strong that it made me very angry. My mother said sorry with a smile, but I shouted at her {#blank#}5{#/blank#} thinking much. I got it off my body so wildly that I made a hole in it. I put on my own vest and rushed out of the house {#blank#}6{#/blank#} my mother could stop me.

Later, my mother shared her bad feelings with my father, "See what your son has done." Instead of saying he would scold (责备) or beat me, my father {#blank#}7{#/blank#} asked my mother to mend (修补) the vest. Later when my mother told me about this, I felt ashamed (惭愧的). My father's gentle kindness {#blank#}8{#/blank#} me a lesson which I would never forget.

On that day, I decided not to let anger {#blank#}9{#/blank#} me any more. When I'm angry, I {#blank#}10{#/blank#} to remember my dad's vest. It reminds me to think about others' feelings when I'm angry.