A singing competition was held in honour of December

9th movement in the school hall last Wednesday,

attracting great attention of all the teachers and students.

?? It was required that every class participate in the

competition in the form of chorus and the songs chosen

?should be representing the revolutionary spirits as well.

?All the classes, immersed in the preparation for the

competition, went to great lengths to adapt the music,

conduct the stage design and rehearse to the piano

accompaniment. Then came the big day—December 9th,

when all the participants impressed the judges and

?audience with appropriate costume, amazing team

spirits and splendid power of their show. Class 18 was

?eventually awarded with the first prize in the finals after

fierce competition.

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?? Then came the time for Devi to take her first lesson.

She dragged her feet to the side of the pool and sat

down, in doubt whether lessons would be helpful.

Scanning around, Devi spotted her instructor across the

?pool, together with the little kids who jumped into the

water like fish leaping into the ocean. She watched in

amazement. Envious as Devi was, a flush of

embarrassment soon crept to her cheeks when a little

girl passed by, asking her not to be scared. How

embarrassing! She hung her head.

?? Soon Angela came over to where Devi sat and

introduced herself. Devi was astonished to be made

?aware that Angela had never learned swimming until

she was 20. Greatly inspired, Devi now regained hope.

?She entered the pool a second time in the company of

Angela, several cheerful kids floating near to cheer her

on. Devi began to feel more at ease, her movement less

stiff and her breath more even. With a grateful heart,

Devi realized that she might not be a fearless swimmer,

?but she would sure have fun trying.

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Dear Joe,

　　Learning your keen interest in rubbish classification

in China, I’m writing to introduce something detailed for

you as follows.?

???? As you know, every day a lot of rubbish, such as

leftover food, waste paper, plastic bottles and batteries is

?produced.?It has become a big headache in every city.?

How to solve this problem? I think rubbish classification is

?a good way of dealing with it.?By doing so, not only can

?it save money and time for a country to deal with rubbish,

?but it also can enhance the quality of people.?Concerning

the benefits of rubbish classification, China has done

something really wisely.?Now we can see all kinds of

rubbish bin in the street, in the park, in the community

and so on.?And rubbish classification is now deeply

rooted in people’s mind.?I really appreciate that.?

　 How about the classification in Britain? Looking

forward to your reply soon.?

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???????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Yours,

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Li Hua　

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However， the way up to the top was even worse—

higher, steeper, more challenging. I would never make

it. I heard someone sobbing and moaning; I wondered

who it was and realized that it was I. The other boys

must have been home. Time dragged. And with each

passing minute, my legs and arms grew sore/numb.

Something rolled down my cheeks. It was tears or

sweat, or both. The shadows gradually lengthened,

the sun disappeared from the treetops beyond the

clearing below, and dusk began to gather. The ground

below the cliff became dim. Can you imagine how

desperate I was at that time?

I didn’t know how long it had passed until a familiar

voice came below. I glanced down! It was my dad with

a flashlight. But what could he do? It was impossible for

him to climb up here and carry me down. “Come on

down, my brave boy. Dinner is ready.” His comforting

tone seemed to have a magic power. Somehow,

following his light, I struggled to inch over one step.

And then another. That’s how it went. Finally I took the

last step down onto the bottom and into my father’s

strong arms, sobbing a little, and then, surprisingly,

feeling a sense of immense accomplishment and

something like pride.

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