我的2020，就是在我和我的家乡，给2021年立个flag
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.
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.
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.
Yours,
Li Hua
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.
