—Because I like drawing

—I'm very      ． Thank you．

—Sounds great．

—     ． Why?

    There was once a lazy crow(乌鸦)．He thought it was too much trouble to1food．"Caw!Caw!"he said．"If someone brought me my food every day,I'd be very2?"

    One day,he saw a fat pigeon(鸽子)flying by．"How happy and well．fed it looks，"the crow said to himself．So he3the pigeon till they came to a park．There were some other pigeons there are too.Soon and old man came along and 4them alarge bag of food.After the man left ,the crow flew over to the pigeons. "Caw!Caw!"he said."Can I5 you?"

    "No,you can't!"shouted the pigeons angrily．"We don't know you."

    The crow went home sadly．But soon he had a(n)6 ． "I'll paint my feathers grey(把羽毛涂成灰色)，"he said，"arid then the pigeons will think I am one of them．"After he finished the painting,he flew to the7again and was welcomed by the pigeons．"Caw!Caw!Give lots to me!"he said．Suddenly the pigeons found he was a crow．8flew after him and made trim leave．

    The crow flew to his own forest．9when other crows saw him，they asked him to go away．They did not10him because of his grey—painted feathers．So the crow felt worse than before．"What looks easier isn't always so."he said to himself．"I wish I had never painted my feathers grey!"

A：Hi!David!      

B：I'm watching a cartoon．

A：      

B：Tom and Jerry.

A：What do you think about it?

B：      I like it very much．

A：      

B：It's about a cat called Tom and a mouse called Jerry．

A：That sounds interesting．      

B：Of course．

A

    I just moved into my own house last month．The thing l like best about it is that it's mine!If I don't want to clean the room．I don't have to．If I want to paint the walls green,I can．The only thing I don't like is the cockroaches(蟑螂)．I think I should clean my house more often．

    —Paulo

    I don't like my house at all．My neighbours (邻居)are really boring．There are lots of kids in the neighblourhood but none are my age．And the house is too small for my family．I have to share my room with my two sisters．

    —Millie

    My house is big enough for my family to live in comfortably．There are three bedrooms in my house，and each of my daughters has her own bedroom．What I don't like is that all the houses in the neighbourhood look the same．

    —John

    I love my house because I designed(设计)it myself I planned everything to fit(适合）my needs.For example，I love to cook so the kitchen is big.I guess that's my favourite room．The worst thing?Well,the house is getting old,and it needs a lot of

repairs(修理)．

—Susan

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    When John came home last Tuesday,his mum said．"John, I have made an appointment(预约)for you with the dentist(牙医)tomorrow at 4 o'clock"

    "Mum, I have asked you many times not to make any appointments for me!I have football training tomorrow．I can't go to the dentist"said John．

    "You lay awake(醒着的)all night with toothache and…"said Mum．

    "But I'm fine now,"said John．

    "OK．I'll cancel(取消)the appointment but don't complain if you get toothache again，"said Mum．

    John went to his room with a bowl of ice cream and his mum went shopping．

    But soon he felt a pain in his mouth．"Oh,no，the toothache is back，"John thought．

    That night the pain got worse．John went into the living room in the hope of finding some painkillers(止痛药)．

    "Can't you sleep?"Suddenly there came a voice behind John：It was his mum．Then she saw two painkillers in his hand．

    "I see that the toothache has come back．"she said．

    "Yes，it has．Maybe that appointment was not a bad idea．"said John．He took the painkillers with some water．

    "But I have can celled it．You have to make a new appointment next morning，"said Mum．

     The next morning John called the dentist．

    "Good morning．Doctor Martin．How can I help?"

    "Good morning．My name is John Tamkin．I need an appointment，please．"

    "Right．John．Let's see…I can give you an appointment next week on Monday at 10 o'clock．"

    "I'm having a bad toothache．Could I come sooner?"

    "Sorry,John Next Monday is the first available(可获得的)appointment．"

    "OK．I will come next Monday,"John said and put the phone down．

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    When we say a person blows his own trumpet，we mean he tells other people how good and successful he is．That is usually an act of arrogance(自大)．But teachers at Wimbledon High School once asked their students to blow their own trumpet．

    "Some students are under too much pressure(压力)and they find it difficult to accept that they have been successful，"said Ms Hanbury,head of this famous all—girls school in London．"They push themselves hard and might never be happy．"That's why the"Blow Your Own Trumpet Week"was held in the school．

In the"Blow Your Own Trumpet Week",the teachers asked their stories of success and failure(失败).They also asked them to tell how well they did in each subject．In this way,he school wanted to help students to know they were all good at something and that they didn't have to be good at everything．

    Before that．the school ran a"Failure Week"to help students deal with setbacks (应对挫折)．The students learned how to get better from setbacks quickly,so they wouldn't think it was the end of the world if they didn't do well in an exam．

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    Harry saw all ad(广告)in a window．It said，"Wanted．The Best Salesman(推销员)in the World．Top Pay．"

    "I'm a great salesman，"Harry told h      ．"I can sell anything．I'll ask for that job．"

    He went into the shop and spoke to the manager．

    "I'm the best salesman in the world．"he said．"Give me the job．"

    "You m      prove(证明)you're the best，"the manager said．

    "No problem．I'll pass every test(测试)you give me，"Harry told him．

    "Good，" the manager said．Then he t       a box of candy out of his desk．"Last week，I b      a hundred boxes of this candy．If you can sell them all before the end of this week，you can have me job．"

    "That's e      ，"Harry said．"You just wait and see．"

    He I       the office and took all the boxes of candy home．

    Every day and all day，he went from shop to shop，trying to sell the candy．

    H      ，he could sell no boxes at all.The candy was so bad that he couldn't e       give it away．

    At the end of the week he went back to the manager.

    "I'm sorry，sir,"he said．"I was w      about myself. I'm not the best salesman in the world,but I know who is．"

    "Oh，"the manager said．"Who?"

    "The p      who sold you a hundred boxes of this candy，"Harry said．