A Teacher's Gift

    That day I arrived at my class in the morning. Immediately I felt upset and uncomfortable. Today was the day when our teacher would leave and move to another school.

    Mr. Smith was very easy to talk with and to have fun with. He was cool, relaxed, and was always friendly when you would see him. I couldn't even imagine how things were going to be without him.

    "Thank you everyone for my time here. I will forever keep these memories and friendships I've made in the past five years. "He took a deep breath and said, "As a moment for me leaving, please look under your seats."

    Confused, I slowly checked under my seat to see a yellow block of wood that read "Love" on it. I quickly got it and began to study it. After seconds of watching the block, I realized that it was a Jenga block.

    Tears ran down my face and fell on the Jenga block. I heard my classmates sobbing (抽泣). That was to say, everyone in my, class had a Jenga block with the word "Love". We hadn't found a way to express our sadness and also we couldn't find a way to express our love to the respectable man. "This is a reminder to always love others," Mr. Smith said slowly.

    Maybe that day wasn't the worst day, and it was just a moment of my life and I was too young to understand Mr. Smith. What Mr. Smith taught us is that whenever and wherever we are, we should love others. The Jenga block acts as a reminder, encouraging me to give a hand to those in need of help. As time goes on, "Love" others has been a habit.

— I _________________ to the Summer Palace.

    My Experience of Learning English I began1English when I was in primary school. In my opinion, learning English is a long term process and2difficulty.

    When I was in junior middle school, I got a very high3in my first test. I think English is so4, and I eagerly answered questions in class. And then my English was better and better. However，three years later, I stepped into senior middle school, and the situation changed.5my high school is good, all of my schoolmates are very excellent. I was ordinary in my school, and I felt self- abased sometimes, so I was depressed and addicted to e-books,6more and more time on it, of course my English was worse and worse.

    That all7when I was a sophomore in high school. I met a special English teacher who showed me that English was easy and interesting. My English teacher had a child-like innocence and liked to play with us. My classmates also liked to8their secrets with her. She was very understanding and caring about us. Also we studied hard to return her，so all of our students were motivated to learn, including me.

    Without her, I won't have such big progress in English. Without her, I won't go to such a great university. I'm really thankful to her.

    Bob and I live in the same building. His room is on the tenth floor, but mine is on the ninth floor. He is kind but careless, and sometimes gets into trouble.

    Last Friday afternoon, the young man went to a wild island to spend his holiday with his friends. They swam in the river, went fishing, played the guitar. They had a good time. Three days later, they decided to come back to the bank. Unfortunately, their boat hit a rock and soon went down. They were all in danger. With a villager's help, all of them were out of danger. They didn't come back until mid- night. The young man was too hungry and quite tired. So he wished to get home as soon as possible. But the lift didn't work. He had to walk upstairs. He stopped by my door and took out a key. Of course, he could not open the door. He tried it again and again, but failed. He became angry and shouted, "I'll cut you down with a knife!"

    The noise woke me up and I opened the door. I under- stood at once what was happening and said, "You are trying to open a wrong door, Bob."

    "Sorry, I can't agree with you, Mike!" he shouted. "It's my room. You have entered it by mistake!"