A good book is a good friend

Hello, every one. I am a boy in Class 4 Grade 6. I like reading very much. A good book is a good friend. I often play with this good friend. Every day, after finishing my homework, I will share my spare time with my book happily. Usually my book will tell me some funny stories. Sometimes it shares some thought with me. I can learn a lot from the book. It makes me happy. It makes me sad. It makes me brave. It makes me independent. I love my friend so much. Do you love your friend? Do you love your books?

A happy girl

Im a happy girl.my english name is kitty.are you happy? im very happy.i have a good friend.her name is cheng xin ting.she has a pair of big eyes.i like her.

I like english.my birthday is in november.im a good girl.im ten years old.im in class seven grade four.my teachers name is yao hui feng.she is a good teacher!i like her.

what color do you like? i like pink and perple.i want a rabbit for my birthday.i like to eat hambuger.i like to go to shool.

I have a good mother.i have a good father.

oh,no!im hugry! mumy! im hugry!

good bye!

A Special Day

Today is a special day ,it’s my maternal Grandpa’s birthday.In many years,we celebarted the day together happily ,with our whole family.But he has gone …and won’t come back again.We know he is living in the heaven, with God and gods.

That day ,I standed before him,during a queit moment ,he was looking at me ,smiling in peace …. And the next moring , he passed away…

I enjoyed the beautiful stories my grandpa told . He was a marvelous storyteller.When I was a child , he liked to told mythology for us. All the children crowded around him,like subjects around the throne. One after another,he told stories from his hearts. And now,I announce that it is maternal Grandpa’turn to listen to my stories for a change. I want to told him all about my shool life,with wet ,flashing eyes.It recalls all kinds of lost memories—stories about when we are little,stories about when Grandpa was young,stories that are shared family treasuers.

A Job

Rose left the school and went to a college to learn typing when she was seventeen years old. She passed all the examinations quite well. Rose was looking for a job and its not very hard for her because there was a growing need for typists at that time. Rose lived with her parents. She went to a company which was close to her parents house and said to the manager, I want this job but how much will you pay me? The manager said, I will pay you twenty seven pounds now and thirty pounds after three month. Rose said after she thought for a few seconds, Ok, I will start after three month.