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Dear John,

Long time no see, how is your summer vacation? I’m really sorry for writing

so late. I have been too busy at this moment. I am happy to hear that you have

traveled to Tibet at this summer holiday. How I wish I could go there with

you!

Let me tell you something about my summer holiday. My summer holiday is

rich and colorful. My parents take me to Hong Kong. That’s a beautiful place. I

buy a lot of funny things at there. Such as pretty dresses, cute dolls and the

snacks I never eat before. I really want to stay there and never come back! In a

word, I really appreciate the life there.

I’m really looking forward to your reply!

Truly yours,

Zoey

My Darling McGeorge

You said that things seemed clearer when they were written down. Well, here

with a very boring letter in which I will try to put everything down so that you

may read and re-read it at a horror at your folly in getting involved with

me.

Deep breath. To begin with ,I love you. With a depth and passion and I have

felt for no one else in this life. And if it is astonishes you, it astonished me

as well. Not, I hasten to say, because you are not worth loving. Far from it.

Its just that, first of all,I swore I would not get involved with another

woman. Secondly, I have never had such a feeling before and it is almost

frightening. Thirdly, I would never have thought it possible that another human

being could occupy my waking and sleeping thoughts to the exclusion of almost

everything else. Fourthly, I never thought that even if one was in love one

could get so completely besotted with another person so that a minute away from

them felt like a thousand years. Fifthly, I never hoped,aspired, dreamed that

one can find everything one wanted in one person.

I was not such an idiot as to believe this was possible. Yet in you I have

found everything I want: youre beautiful, gay, giving, gentle, idiotically and

deliciously feminine, sexy, wonderfully intelligent and wonderfully silly as

well. I want nothing else in this life than to be with you, to listen and watch

you, your beautiful voice, your beauty, to argue with you, to laugh with you, to

show you things, to share things with you, to explore your magnificent mind, to

explore your wonderful body, to help you, protect you, serve you ,and...bash you

on the head when I think you are wrong...

Not to put too fine a point on it, I consider that I am the only man

outside mythology to have found crock of gold at the rainbows end. But, having

said all that, let us consider things in details. Dont let this become public,

but, well...I have one or two faults. Minor ones,I hasten to say. For example I

am inclined to be overbearing. I do it for the best possible motives, all

tyrants say that, but I do tend, without thinking, to treat people underfoot.

You must tell me when Im doing it to you, my sweet, because it can be a very

bad thing in a marriage.

Right, the second blemish. This actually is not so much a blemish of

character as a blemish of circumstance. Darling, I want you to be you on your

own right, and I will do everything I can to help you in this. But you must take

into consideration that I am also me in my own right. And that I have a head

start on you. What Im trying to say is that you must not feel offended if you

are sometimes treated simply as my wife. Always remember that what you lose on

the swings you gain on the roundabouts. But i am an established ‘creature’ in

the world, and so on occasions you will have to live in my shadow. Nothing gives

me less pressure than this. But it is a fact of life that has to be faced.

Third, a very important and nasty, blemish. Jealousy. I dont think you

know what jealousy is, thank god, in the real sense of the word. I know that you

have felt jealousy over Lincolns wife and child, but this is what I call normal

jealousy, and this to my regret, is not what Ive got. What I have got is a

black monster and any goodness that I have in my make-up. It is really a Jekyll

and Hyde situation... my Hyde is stronger than my good sense and defeats me,

hard though I try. As I told you, I have always known that this lurks within me,

but I could control it, and my monster slumbered and nothing happened to awake

it. Then I met you and I felt my monster stir and become half-awake when you

told me of Lincoln and others you have known, would you like to end with your

letter my monster came out of its lair, black, irrational, bigoted, stupid,

evil, malevolent. You never know how terribly corrosive jealousy is; It is a

physical pain as though you have swallowed acid or red hot coals. It is the most

terrible of feelings. But you cant help it at least I cant and god knows Ive

tried. I dont want any ex-boyfriends sitting in church when I marry you. On our

wedding day I want nothing but happiness both for you and me, but I know I wont

be happy if there is a church full of your ex-conquests. When I marry you I will

have no past, only a future. I dont want to drag my past into our future and I

dont want you to do it, either. Remember I am jealous of you because I love

you. You are never jealous of something you dont care about.

Okay enough about jealousy. Now let me tell you something. I have seen a

thousand sunsets and sunrises, in a thousand sunsets and sunrises on land where

it floods forest mountains with honey-coloured light, at sea where it rises and

sets like a blood orange in a multi-coloured nest of cloud, slipping in and out

of the vast ocean. I have seen thousand moons. Harvest moon is like gold coins,

winter moons as white as ice chips, new moons like baby swans feathers. I have

seen seas as smooth as if painted, coloured like shot silk or blues as a

kingfisher or transparent as glass or black and crumpled with foam, moving

ponderously and murderously. I have felt winds straight from the south pole,

bleak and wailing like a lost child; Winds as tender and warm as a lovers

breath; Winds that carried the astringent smell of salt and the death of

seaweeds; Winds during the moist rich smell of a forest floor, the smell of a

million flowers. Fierce winds that churned and moved the sea like yeast, or

winds that made the waters lap at the shore like a kitten. Ive known silence:

the cold, earthy silence at the bottom of a newly dug well; The implacable stony

silence of a deep cave; The hot, drugged midday silence when everything is

everything is hypnotized and still moved into silence by the eye of the sun. The

silence when great music ends. Ive heard that summer cicadas cry so that the

sound seems stitched into your bones. Ive heard a tree frogs in an

orchestration as complicated as Bach singing in a forest lit by a million

emerald fireflies. Ive heard the Keas calling over the grey glaciers that

groaned to themselves like old people as they inched. Their way to the sea. Ive

heard the hoarse street vendor cries of the mating Fur seals as they sang to

their sleek golden wives, the crisp staccato admonishment of the rattlesnake,

make the cobweb squeak of the Bat and the belling roar of the red deer knee-deep

in purple heather. Ive heard wolves baying at a winters moon, read howlers

making the forest vibrate with their roaring cries. Ive heard the squeak, purr

and grunt of a hundred multi-coloured reef fishes. I’ve seen hamming birds

flashing like opals round a tree of scarlets blooms, humming like a top. I have

seen flying fish skittering like quicksilver across the blue waves, drawing

silver lines on the surface with their tails. Ive seen Spoonbills flying home

to roost like a scarlet banner crossed the sky. Ive seen Whales, black as tar,

cushioned on a cornflower blue sea,creating a Versailles of fountain with their

breath. I have watched butterflies emerge and sit, trembling, while the sun

irons their wings smooth. I watch tigers, like flames, mating in the long grass.

I have been dive -bombed by an angry Raven, black and glossy as the Devils

hoof. Ive lain in water warm as milk, soft as silk, while around me played a

host of Dolphins. I have met a thousand animals and see a thousand wonderful

things.

All this I did without you. This was my loss. All this I want to do with

you. This will be my gain. All this I would gladly have forgone for the sake of

one minute of your company, for your love, your voice, your eyes, hair, lips,

body, and above all for your sweet, ever surprising mind which is an enchanting

quarry, in which it is my privilege to delve.

Gerald Durrell

On the top of the mountain hill lived a little boy called Marlin. He was a

jolly fellow that helped people when they were in need.

The only problem was, whenever there was somebody in need, he would give

them something to eat so as to solve their problems. The people in his country

soon became sick of this, and so wanted him to stop. But Marlin just won’t; and

went on helping and helping and helping… nobody knew when he was going to stop,

or when they were going to let him know that they didn’t want him to bother all

day. Ugh, but Marlin wouldn’t stop; all day long he helped this and that, the

problem was that people don’t want to mordacity him, and they said that he was

very kind.

One day, Marlin saw a boy crying, and said, “Hey there little one; don’t

cry, I, the super Marlin is here! And I am going to solve your problem!” “I want

a music box,” at these words, Marlin was astonished, “A-a music b-box?” “Yes,”

replied the boy jumping happily, “But my parents won’t buy me one. It is at the

shop near Sunshine school. I hope to get me one! Wahoo!” Marlin said, “I

couldn’t afford a music box! It is worth $100!”

Marlin was very sad, but also wanted to try, for he was the king of

everything, and helps save the day. He ran to his house, and counted his money,

but found out that he only had $10. He was now very, very angry. He had decided

to earn more and more money, and so to help that poor little boy. As he had

promised, he worked very hard to earn money. Although he was just a little boy,

he ought to do what he had said; for those are the rules. And when he had enough

money, he would buy the music box, and hand it to that poor boy.

Marlin did anything he could to earn money: Sweep the floor, clean his

room; grow plants, water them, and cut flowers for the house. When he had

already $90, he had decided to help other people. When it was already winter, he

took a shovel and helped his neighbors, friends to shovel snow; and they paid

him a great deal of money.

At last, Marlin had got enough money; he was so excited that he hopped here

and there ten times! Finally, he went to the store near Sunshine school, and

bought the music box, and then handed it to the same boy at his home. Marlin

soon became famous, and he was called, ‘Marlin Blavatsky.’

dear (bosss name)，

i am convinced that i could make an impact and add value as a (job title)

in your department。 as we reviewed my background， i hope that you came to a

similar conclusion。 it was indeed a pleasure to discuss the opportunities with

you。 i thank you again for the opportunity and look forward to our next

interaction。

again， you can reach me (when) (call time) at (telephone)， or you may leave

a message on my answering machine， and i will return your call promptly。

sincerely，

(signature)

Dear teacher,

Hello!

The teacher, you are like a red candle, although the burning of a red candle is brief, but the teacher you burn yourself to illuminate others hearts will never change, is everlasting!

Thank you for encouraging us all the time. You always pay attention to us with concern when we try. Even if we fail, you will not only not be sarcastic to us, but also tell us what to do and guide us.

Thank you, beloved teacher, it is you for us to correct one after another homework, you use the red ink and pen, in our writing, shed how much sweat ah! You use the red ink and pen, in our writing, pay how much effort ah! Every time I see the homework marked with red ink, I will think of you -- the figure correcting homework under the dim light!

Fourth grade next semester final exam in the afternoon, I was writing the test paper, my stomach up suddenly, I endured the pain in a hurry finished fill in the paper, in the end, I really cant stand the pain, I think of go home from school, I know that from the school was still early, will tell the teacher, the teacher quickly take out a cellular phone a phone call to my dad. The teacher also asked me from time to time whether my stomach was still painful. The teachers concerned eyes, let me feel a trace of warmth.

Teacher is the most glorious career under the sun, you teach us the knowledge bit by bit, you get up early and get up late to prepare lessons every day, and then teach us the knowledge. How many hours of sleep you have lost for us!

Teacher you treat us, like your own children, is you take us to swim in the ocean of knowledge, is you take us through the naive childhood, you put us a ignorant child education into a qualified pupil. You did so much for us!

Teacher, thank you for all that you have done for me with your blood and sweat. I wish you a happy holiday!

Our school holds the sports meeting today.There are a lot of students and

they are very happy.The athletes are very nervous. They take part in the high

jump,long jump and so on. The competition begins.The students run very fast on

the playground.The others are saying come on to their classmates and couraging

them. We lost the game at last,but we are still very happy.

Dear Zhang Wei,

I’m glad to know that you are coming to my city during the summer

vacation.

However, I’m afraid there’s some bad news. I’m planning to take part in an

international conference to be held in another city during the time of your

visit.

All the top scientists in my field will show up at the conference. More

importantly, I’m lucky enough to have been selected to give a speech on behalf

of my research team at the Conference. I really can’t miss it.

I understand that it’ll be your first time to this city and I’m your only

friend here. I’ve asked my roommate to meet you at the airport, and you can stay

in my room.

He is a very nice person and he will show you around the city. Hope you two

will get on well and have a nice holiday!

Yours,

Li Ming

Dear President

I’m a second year student of your university writing to tell you about my

humble opinions of the learning environment in our school.

Although we’re enjoying the modernized buildings equipped with advanced

computers sufficient lights and well-installed desks and chairs we do find it

hard for us to concentrate on study when we’re in the classrooms. For one thing

the annoying noise made by the vans and cars disturbs our studies. For another

the classrooms which are supposed to be used for self-study are unavailable for

they are usually occupied for meetings by various kinds of associations.

Faced with such a hard nut we should find ways to crack it. I suggest that

our school should construct some special lanes for the traffic and provide

associations with specific rooms to have their meetings in order to provide a

better learning environment for us.

I appreciate your sincere consideration of my suggestions and hope that our

school will be ideal for academic studies.

Yours sincerely

Dear teacher,

Time flies, sun and moon, now I have been in the sixth grade, looking back at those who have given us care and care of the teacher, they are still as kind. [] Teacher, you are a hard gardener, tirelessly cultivating the flowers of the motherland; Teacher, you are the disseminator of knowledge, to pass new knowledge to us; Teacher, you are like chalk, sacrifice themselves, to leave us knowledge, you are how great ah!

Teacher, without your careful cultivation, I could not have become a man of knowledge. You gave me the future. You want your students to be "better than blue" and have a bright future. Teacher, you regardless of their own fatigue to give us the day class, in the evening to prepare lesson plans, correcting homework, the rest of the time is very few. We students are ashamed of ourselves. As the saying goes, the profession of a teacher lies in "burning oneself, illuminating others", which is the so called contribution of every teacher to students.

Teacher, you are like an umbrella, in our need to you, you are always fearless to stand in front of us, for us shelter; When the weather is cold, you tell us to wrap up warmly so that we wont catch cold. When we cant do a certain problem, you will patiently explain to us, until we understand; When we need comfort, you always use the kind tone to comfort us?

Teacher, you are like the star in my heart. Winter to spring, although I have grown up, but the star is still in my heart shining bright, purify my heart, help me to find the secret of confidence and success, help me to find the truth.

Ah, teacher! You were our second parent, and For those few weeks, I felt your kindness and your comfort. The teachers love, like a warm current, always warm my heart, the teachers love, like a blazing flame to illuminate my learning future, I will never forget.

advance

Salute!

Student:

Last Saturday evening， all my family had dinner in a resturant.

We enjoyed ourselves while we were at table. However， some teenagers

sitting beside our table began to talk and laugh loudly. What’s worse， they

began to smoke in the restaurant， which made us angry. After a while， I stood up

and advised them to stop smoking and behave themselves. To my surprise， they

didn’t follow my suggestions. Instead， they laughed at me， saying that I was too

young and too naive.

In my opinion， it’s wrong to do that in public. The future of our courtry

lies in teenagers， who should not only obey the rules in public but also make

contributions to the society.

Since I go to school, there is naturally that I need to take the exams. At

first, I am afraid of the score, because I know I always not the best students.

My mother tells me that she doesn’t care about my score, she wants me to do my

best, no matter what the result is. Since then, I feel not distressed, all I

need to do is to try my best.

dear teacher,

it has been a long time since i wrote the last letter. nowdays, people

write letters less and less, instead, they make a call or send a sms. however,

it is still a good way for us to communicate with each other by sending a

letter

its my honour to get the chance to write to you. "approachable" is my

first impression of you, because you always keeps smiling. students may fear the

teachers that are serious both in and out of class. smile makes a teacher

popular with his students, you are a teacher of this very kind.

you always arrive at the classroom ahead of any of the students, from which

we could imply that you are a diligent man with regular habit. before the class,

you like to talk to us, at this very time, you are more a friend than a teacher.

to be honest, i was surprised in the first class when i learned a teacher at

your age could speak english insuch a fluent way.(i didnt mean you are old,

youre young at heart.) moreover, you know well how to keep your class

attractive. youve got such an active mind that you can keep talking during the

whole class without a pause. i always appreciated your ideas and enjoyed

listening to you. in your class, i learned not only the writing skills but also

the presentation skills as well as much knowledge of other areas. thanks for

your excellent teaching.

ive got some suggestions for you. it seems that we students have got few

chances to participate in discussion during the class time. most of the time, we

are listening. seldom did we express our own ideas. i suggest that teachers

should interact with students more frequently in the class. besides, id like to

practice writing more, so would you please leave us more assignments?

happy new year.

with every good wish.

yours sincerely dali wang

___

There was once a little girl named Jerry that lived with her mother in a

small cottage in the forest, they were very poor, and could only afford to eat

bread. “Oh no!” cried Jerry’s mother one noon, “We ran out of bread, and it is

almost time for supper!” “Do we have any eggs left?” asked Jerry, “No, none;”

said her mother very worried.

“Don’t worry mother,” said Jerry suddenly, “I shall go and get some in the

market.” Then she ran off through the forest to the market with her basket.

Along the way, she was quite tired, and so rested upon some big rocks. It

gradually became late and Jerry decided to go and buy the bread, but suddenly a

wolf cried out behind her; “Please, please help me!” cried the wolf, “I have a

problem that nobody wants to help!” then he held out his paw to Jerry, there was

a thorn stuck to his paw. “Is this a trick?” asked Jerry, “Because wolves like

to eat people.”

“Oh no,” answered the wolf, “We do not eat people now, we only want to eat

some bread with mustard on top;” then he cried again. Jerry quickly knelt down

and removed the thorn from the wolf’s paw; “Oh thank you! Thank you!” shouted

the wolf joyfully, “I shall never forget your kindness!” then the wolf returned

to his home. Jerry walked to the market to buy healthy fresh bread, and then she

ran off home with a full basket of it.

On the way, she was still tired; and so she stayed at the same place and

the same time. As she was about to go, some greedy wolves blocked her way; they

had water in their mouths and said, “Give us the bread!” said a wolf, “Where are

the mustard?” asked a second wolf, “Just give it to us!” shouted the third wolf.

Jerry had no choice, as she was about to give the fresh bread away to the wolf,

the wolf that she had saved before rushed out and said, “Leave her alone!” he

growled, “That girl saved me before, and so leave her alone!” he shouted

again.

The other wolves had no choice but to obey, they walked away. Jerry thanked

her new friend the wolf, and the wolf said that he was supposed to do that in

return. And so to show Jerry’s respect for him, she gave him half the bread, and

returned home immediately to tell her mother about it.

They had some bread that evening, and Jerry’s mother including Jerry

herself all became good friends with the wolf; the wolf also had plenty of

bread, and moved his home close to Jerry.

The moral of this story was, if you help others and they will help you, you

help them again then friends you’ll become. It will be a peaceful life if

friendship is all around us; and that would be great for an important

lesson.

Some people think that keeping pets is a good thing. They say that it is an

hobby which should had. They also claim that pets make lives more colorful and

entertaining for both women and men.

有些人认为养宠物是一件美好的事情。他们说，(养宠物)是一个应该拥有的爱好。他们也声称养宠物可以使生活更加多彩，并给男人和女人带来更多趣味。

On the other hand, there are many people who say that pets should be

banned. They point out that pets are responsible for disease which hurt

property, and for injuries suffered both by the people who kept them and by

innocent other people. They also say that pets are a waste of money and

resources.

另一方面，也有很多人说应该禁止养宠物。他们指出宠物是造成伤害(身体)性能的疾病的原因，并且会使养宠物的人和其他无辜的人受伤。他们也说，养宠物是一个浪费钱和资源(的事)。

My own point of view is that we should had the hobby of keeping pets. While

at the same time making them harmless. In addition, we should restrict the

keeping the pets to some area.

我的观点是我们应该有养宠物的爱好。尽管(我们)同时要使它们少受伤害。另外，我们应该禁止在某些区域内养宠物。

I am a happy girl, because I don’t have much things to chase, I will be

satisfied very easily. When I go to school and play with my friends, I will be

very happy. When I go home after school, my mother cook the delicious food, I

will be very satisfied to eat. When the weekend comes, I like to go out with my

father. This is my world, so simple and so happy.

亲爱的老师：

您好!

您是一位好老师，对学生十分负责，不像五年级时的英语王老师，动不动就说不给上课(还真不给上课)，您虽然动不动就发火，可是您还是爱我们的呀。

记得有一次，您上课的时候，可我们在下面又是说，又是笑，又是比划，可忙坏了。您开始想着我们会改正(这是我理解的)，但我们还不改正，反而变本加厉的说着我们感兴趣的话题。您生气了，把书往桌上狠狠地扔了一下，您对我们大喊：“停!”我们吓的打一了颤，然后赶紧装模作样的拿起书读，谁知我们一出声，就“驴头不对马嘴”。您又发火了，干脆坐下来和我们比赛——看谁“熬”过谁。我们一见您这阵势，我们也不读了，但是就怕您告诉数学老师，让他批我们。过了一会，要下课了，您气消了，又教我们读起了英语。

还有一次，班上同学——王莹在英语课上，肚子里“翻江倒海”，头上也渗出了豆大的汗珠，满脸通红。下课了，您还在“拖”课，走到王莹那，看见她的样子。于是手拉着王莹的手，一手摸着她的头，亲切的问她的病情，并安慰她。您拉着她下楼，她烧的太厉害，四肢抽筋，您便把她背了下去。

老师，您是多么爱我的呀，我们将永远感谢您!

祝您：

永远年轻，永远美丽!

您的学生

When I go to school, I find my classmates are talking about something, so I

ask my friend when they are talking. He tells me that there is a rumor about our

headmaster. Everybody is gossiping about it. I am very curious and talk to a lot

of friends. In the end, the rumor is turned to be wrong. I feel so sorry to

spread the news. I learn the lesson that I should respect others.

Dear English teacher：

Hello，thank you for the last few more and for our education，when you first

came here，I thought you very fierce. The results you are very kind，I like your

clas very much，although you are very strict，take care to do for customs

clearance. But the love make fun of. I began to think that I would learn English

is very poor，the results from the period of senior high school entrance

examination and the monthly exam，I did not read at first I was so bad，but also

got eighty-six and ninety point five. In this you I want to say thanks to

you，thank you for this a few months of teaching

Your students：

Shi Senmiao

In January

Look at the photo of my family，the girl is me.Im fourteen years old.Im in

Dongzhou Middle School.I like reading，listening to music and drawing

pictures.Im a happy girl.

On the left is my mother.She is a teacher.She wears a pair of glasses.Her

hair is short.She looks young.

On the right is my father.He is a teacher，too.He loves his students very

much.But he likes smoking.

My grandmother is behind my mother.She is a housewife.She washes clothes

and cooks every day.My grandfather is behind my father.He is a chef.But now he

has retired.I have a big family.I like my father，mother，grandfather，grandmother

and they like me too.

Grandpa Li is more than seventy years old， and he doesn’t have any son or

daughter. He wanted to invite some old people to his house for dinner， but no

one can help him. Mingming took his classmates to Grandpa Li’s house when he

knows it. They helped Grandpa Li make the bed， do the dishes， sweep the floor，

take out the trash and so on. Grandpa Li was very thankful. He asked Mingming

and his classmates have supper with them. But they thanked him and then

left.

I love my family， because I have a happy family.

My father is an English teacher. His name is Jacky. He is thirty-eight. He

likes playing basketball. What’s my mother job? Is she a teacher? Yes， you’re

right! My mother is very kind and nice， she is thirty-seven. My mother is always

laborious work. I love my parents!

On Saturday and Sunday， I often go to the library and play the piano， My

father go to play basketball. Sometimes， we watch TV and listen to music at

home.

I love my family. Because I’m very happy to live with my parents

together!