It was raining hard on his way home. Li Ming saw an old man walking slowly in the rain. He had no umbrella with him. He was wet and tired. Li Ming went over to him and sent him to his home first. When
My father is a tall and strong man. He’s very handsome. People always say that I look like my father. I’m pleased to hear that. He’s thirty-five now. He’saP Eteacher of Huang Qiao Middle School. My fa
Who is the grass's mother? It is the land. It is she that gives them the spirited life. Who is the bird's mother? It is the sky. It is she that gives them the space of flight. Who is the fis
Hello,my name is Li Zongying. I come from Class Five Grade Five. I am a cute boy. Everyone has his own dream. Do you have a dream?Do you want to know my dream?To be a lawyer?No. To be an artist?Of cou