Tom Longboat had always been fast. He learned to run as a young boy on the Six Nations Grand River Reserve in Ontario, Canada. He ran a long distance each day to get to school or to visit his family and friends.

    Sometimes running was the easiest part of Tom Longboat's life. As an aboriginal(土著的) athlete, life was hard for him. Other people tried to control how he trained and where he raced. But he chose to depend on his own spirit, mind and body, and would never back down.

    Tom Longboat won the Boston-Marathon in 1907 with a time of 2 hours, 24 minutes and 24 seconds, 4 minutes and 59 seconds faster than the world record(纪录) at that time. The Boston newspaper said he was the most excellent runner who had sped over their roads.

    He took part in the Olympics and won many international marathons.

    His spirit lives on. Every year, the best aboriginal athlete in Canada is given the Tom Longboat Award.

    In the dining room stood a large grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a time for four generations to become one. Always that clock stood like an old family friend, watching over the laughter and gentle joking.

    As a child, I was amazed at how at different times of the day, that clock would chime(鸣响). I found the clock comforting. Year after year, the clock chimed, a part of my memories, a part of my heart.

    Even more wonderful to me was that my grandfather wound(上发条)that clock with a special key each day, which kept the clock chiming. I remember watching as my grandfather put into the key and wound not too much, never overwind, nor too little. He never let that clock wind down and stop. When we grandkids got a little older, he showed us how to open the door. After my beloved grandfather died, it was several days after the funeral(葬礼)before I remembered the clock！

    Tears flowed freely when I walked into the dining room. The clock stood lonely quiet. Without my grandfather's special touch, I couldn't stand to look at it.

    Years later, my grandmother gave me the clock and the key. The old house was quiet. No laughter and gentle joking over the dinner table, no chiming of the clock-all was still(寂静的). I took the key in my shaking hand and opened the clock door. All of a sudden, I was a child again, watching my grandfather looking at me, at the secret of the clock's magic, at the key that held so much power. Slowly, I put into the key and wound the clock. The dining room and my heart were filled with life and chimes. In the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather lived again.

I went on a trip many years ago. It {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(be) a long trip over the sea from Somalia to Malaysia. I still remember it {#blank#}2{#/blank#}(good).

I was{#blank#}3{#/blank#} 8-year-old girl. My family and I got on a small boat. I didn't know{#blank#}4{#/blank#} I was going. I only heard my parents say, "We just leave Africa; that's enough."

My dad {#blank#}5{#/blank#}(drive) the boat on the sea. I was ill and I was in my mother's arms. After my mother woke me up, she {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(point) to the ocean. There I saw the sea and the sky all around my boat. There were lots {#blank#}7{#/blank#} big dolphins swimming together. They swam around our boat and played. I felt very {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(excite).

After several days, my family {#blank#}9{#/blank#}(get) to Malaysia, and then we flew to the United States, My father and mother told me this was a very {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(danger) trip, but for me it was the most wonderful trip of my life. I'll never forget it.

Do you know how chocolate is made？Recently my class had a field trip to the Cadbury Chocolate Factory in Toronto，Canada.

We were divided into 10 groups and visited an old building.The guide first explained the history of the factory.Then we got some earbuds（耳塞） to protect our ears from the noise of the machines.We also needed to wear disposable（一次性的） lab clothes and hairnets（发网）

After these preparations，we went upstairs and entered the chocolate﹣making area.The floor was filled up with many machines.Each machine has a different job.The whole floor only has two people working，because machines do most of the work.Next，and there were more than1，000 people working in the factory.But now the factory is very different.It's amazing how technology is changing people's life.

Later，we saw the chocolate﹣making process.We got a cocoa bean，some powdered（粉状的），kind of like dark chocolate.It is the raw material used to make chocolate.The powdered chocolate tasted good already.It is a combination of cocoa bean，milk and sugar.The final product tasted delicious.

Finally，we bought some chocolate at a shop in the factory.It was at a very low price.I learned about the chocolate industry during the field trip.And I also realized how important technology is.

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Dear Colin,

I am glad to hear from you.

Yours

Li Hua

Brian looked at the ugly gray walls of his bedroom. Soon the hated walls would be covered, but not with paint as he had first planned. Brian had been disappointed to learn that the house owner would not allow painting. For weeks he was unable to understand: without using paint, how could he cover the walls? But, as Grandmother always said, "Necessity is the mother of invention." So Brian did some thinking, and with a little help from his mother, he came up with a great plan.

This morning, Mom had needed to stop at the mall to buy a book and Brian went along. There, Brian noticed a large poster of Harry Potter and the Hogwarts School on the wall. Next to it was a poster showing the cover of No Arm in Left Field, a baseball novel that Brian had read several times. "This is it," Brian thought excitedly. "I'll cover the walls with posters!"

When he left the mall, Brian had an armful of posters and a box of tacks (大头钉). At home, he headed straight to his room. First he took out the posters and spread them out on his bed, his desk, and most of the floor. Next he found out the size of each poster, and then the walls. He wanted to cover as much of those ugly walls as possible! It took all afternoon to work out the best preparation. He drew it on paper, making changes until it was just right. When Dad came home at dinnertime, Brian was ready to tack up the posters.

"Come see my room, Dad," called Brian. "It's going to be great!" But when Dad came into the bedroom, he looked worried. "The house owner said we could not put any holes in the walls. You can't use tacks, Brian. I am sorry."

Brian's joy slowly disappeared. He would stay with the boring gray walls forever. Maybe there was no way to solve this problem after all. How could you hang posters without using tacks? After all, posters would not stick to the walls by themselves!

"What would stick to the walls?" Brian wondered. Then he smiled. Tape, that's what! Brian took a piece of tape and made it into a circle. He made sure the sticky part of the tape was on the outside. This would work, for sure!