Tom is an American boy. He's tall and healthy. He likes {#blank#}1{#/blank#} sports very much. {#blank#}2{#/blank#} is his favorite. so he often watches basketball games on TV. He thinks the games are great. Tom often plays basketball with his friends on {#blank#}3{#/blank#}. One day, he went to the {#blank#}4{#/blank#} with his friends. They had a basketball game with the boys in No. 2 Middle School, They played very well, but at last they lost the game. They felt very {#blank#}5{#/blank#} After the game, Tom sat down and {#blank#}6{#/blank#} with his friends. Then, a man walked to them. Wow! The man is a great basketball {#blank#}7{#/blank#} in the city. Many people know him. He's {#blank#}8{#/blank#} with his students. Some of the basketball players in CBA are his students. The man said Tom played very well. He asked him to {#blank#}9{#/blank#} the city basketball club, It's really a piece of good news for Tom. He will make new {#blank#}10{#/blank#} and become a good player in the club.

 From 1982，every family in cities could only have one child.Wang Bing and her husband （ 丈 夫 ） were 1 same.There was the only one son in their family.Wang Bing and her husband felt so sorry for him. 2 ，every family can have three children in our country now.Two babies joined their family.They were happy  3 they were also busy.

Every morning，Wang Bing gets up at 6：30.She takes care of （照看） her babies and  4 a lot of time cleaning the house and cooking for everyone.Someone thinks it is  5 ，but she doesn't think so.She enjoys doing these things.Her husband Bob works in a bank and he likes the job very much.They put most of the  6 he made on three children's food and clothes.

Wang Bing likes telling stories to the children every evening.These stories are all her own （自己的） stories.At ten o'clock at night，the children are in bed and Wang Bing doesn't look at her phone like  7 parents do.She always writes her stories in a notebook because she is afraid to  8 the beautiful time in the past.

Children like going to the  9 .They all like the giraffes.Wang Bing want to tell them stories 10 animals next week.She wishes her children to like them.

I found it hard to communicate with my mother. Relations between us became difficult. 

One day I ran away from home and stayed outside for a few hours. When I returned home at night, I saw all the pain, anger and disappointment on my mother's face. We knew that we were in great need of talk. We agreed to havebreakfast together the next morning. In the end, we decided to go to a restaurant.

On our way to the restaurant, I noticed my mother had two notebooks in her hands. I asked her what they were used for. She explained to me that sometimes it was easier to write our own feelings than talking about them. We should write down our feelings.

Our first topic was"Why am I so angry?" I wrote a half page, and my mom filled up nearly three pages. I saw the tears run down her face while she was writing. I never realized anyone could hide so much anger. After we finished writing, we exchanged our notebooks. As soon as I started reading my mother's words. I began to cry and so did she. When we finished reading, we discussed our feelings. Finally, it felt like all the anger inside me went away from my body. Our talk helped me realize so many things I had never thought of before, not only about my mother but also about other people.

My mother and I continue using our notebooks as a way of communicating. We know that no matter how we feel about each other, our notebooks are a safe place to express our feelings. We have come to an agreement that we write"I love you" at the end of each other.

My name is Bob. This summer I went to Shimla and Manali with my family.

After we arrived at Manali on the first day, we lived in a cheap hotel. The next day we were very excited to visit Manali. After delicious breakfast at the hotel, we went on sightseeing tours in the city. We were very surprised to see the fantastic and beautiful nature with high mountains and thick forests around. Then we visited some other places of interest.

The third day after breakfast we went to Rohtang Pass, about 51 kilometers away from Manali. It was really beautiful and we enjoyed a lot by watching the beautiful Himalayas. Then we visited Solang Valley.

The fourth day we went to Shimla by car. After we got there, we had a good sleep at the hotel and woke up in the early morning with the excitement of Shimla tours. After breakfast we visited Shimla. We visited lots of attraction (有吸引力的地方).

The fifth morning we went to Chandigarh Railway Station by car. We took the train to Delhi and returned to our home with the sweet and nice memories of Shimla and Manali tours.

When I was in primary school, I got into a big argument(争吵) with a boy in my class. I have forgotten what the argument was about, but I have never forgotten the 1 I learned that day. 

I was sure that I was right and he was wrong, but he was certain that I was wrong and he was right. Our teacher decided to 2 us a very important lesson. 

She brought us up to the front of the class and placed him on one side of her desk and me on3 . In the middle of her desk was a large, round object(物体). I could obviously see that it was black. She asked the boy what    4 the object was. "5 , " he answered. 

I couldn't believe he said the object was white, when it was 6 black! Another argument started between us, this time about the color of the object. 

The teacher told me to go stand7 the boy was standing. We changed places, and then she asked me what color the object was. I had to answer, " White. "

It was an object with two 8 colored sides, and from his viewpoint it was white. Only from my side was it black. 

Sometimes we need to9 things from the other person's view in order to truly 10 them. 

Last year, I worked in a middle school near my mother's house, and I stayed with her for a month. During that time, I helped her do some {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (家务活） and buy some food. 

After the first week, I noticed that the food was eaten up very quickly. Then I began keeping an eye on my mum. I was so {#blank#}2{#/blank#}（惊讶的）to find that she would put some of the food into a paper bag and go out with it at about nine every morning. And finally, I decided{#blank#}3{#/blank#} （跟着）her. I saw her taking the food to the street children. She would also spend a lot of time talking and {#blank#}4{#/blank#}（玩耍）with them. 

One day, I talked to a {#blank#}5{#/blank#}（邻居） and found out that my mum was well-known in the area. The children were very friendly with her and even thought of her {#blank#}6{#/blank#}（当作） their own mother. Then it hit me—why wouldn't she want to tell me about it? Was she worried that I would stop buying food if I found out?

When Mum got home, I told her she didn't need to keep it a {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(秘密）from me. And she told me something about the children. Some of them lived with an old lady in a small house, and the{#blank#}8{#/blank#}（其他的）children slept on the street. For years, she was helping the poor street children by giving them food. After she told me everything, I was so moved by how great she was. She helped them in need. Being her son, I took{#blank#}9{#/blank#} (骄傲）in my mum. 

I {#blank#}10{#/blank#}（继续） to buy food for my mum after that. But I always added one more bag for her.