We have a new classroom. It's big and nice. There are thirty desks and chairs in it. There is a beautiful picture on the white wall. A black computer is on the teacher's desk. And we have four fans and six lights. Now, many boys and girls are cleaning the classroom. Chen Jie is cleaning the windows. John is cleaning the blackboard. Amy is cleaning the door. Look. This is my new friend. He is tall and strong. He has short black hair and two big eyes. He has a big blue schoolbag. His name is Zhang Peng.

    An old woman can't read or write. One day she asks a young man to write a letter for her. She wants to send the letter to her son. Her son lives in a city, not very far from here.

    "I can't write your letter." says the man, "Because I have a bad leg."

    "I know." says the old woman, "but you don't write with your legs." "Yes. But I can't walk so far and read the letter for your son."

    "What do you mean, sir?" says the old woman. "My son can read it by himself."

    "Don't you know?" answers the man, "that only I can read what I write."

Jim: I'm going away for a long time.

Bob: I'm sorry to hear that. Where are you going?

Jim: America. My father has a new job there.

Bob: That is good news for your father. It's bad news for me.

Jim: Me too.

Bob: Are you going to a new school?

Jim: Yes. I'm going to a new primary school. I'll be in Grade 4.

Bob: Will you write to me?

Jim: Yes, I will.

Bob: I will miss you!

Jim: Me too. Take care.

Mr. White and Mrs. White are teachers. They have a son and a daughter, Tim and Mary. Tim is seven years old and Mary is fifteen years old. The Whites visited their relatives from 8 a. m. to 7 p. m. yesterday. Later they saw a film together and then went home at half past nine.