Bob Pearson is an old man. He has two big houses and a new car. He has no wife, but he is a father of four children. He has two sons and two daughters. One son is from England. His name is Bill. The other son is from America. His name is Mike. One of his daughters is from China. Her name is Lanlan. The other one is from Japan. Her name is Nikon.

Bob Pearson is not the children's real father, but he loves them very much. The children love their "father", too. Bob Pearson has many toys for the children. He gives different toys to different children. The boys play with toy cars. The girls play with dolls and toy animals. Bob Pearson is the children's "father", and he is their good friend, too.

Hello! My name is Alice. There are seven people in my family. My grandfather and grandmother are in America. My parents are English teachers in China. I have two brothers. They are twins. We are students in the same school. I am in Grade One. They are in Grade Three.

My name is Gao Ping. My English teacher is Julia. She is from England. She has two children, a son and a daughter. Her daughter is Betty. Her son is Dick. Julia and her daughter are in China, but her husband Paul Smith is in England. Her son is in America. Paul is a policeman. Dick is a college student. Betty and I are in the same school. We are classmates, and we are good friends. I teach her Chinese and she teaches me English.

This is a Chinese girl. Her name is Wu Yan. She is a new student. She is in Yuying Middle School. She is in Class One, Grade Two. Bill is an American boy. He is eleven. He is Yuying Middle School, too. Miss Li is their PE teacher. She is a good teacher.

Hello! My name is Sun Wei. Here is an American boy. His name is David Smith. He is twelve. And I am twelve, too. David is in Class Three, Grade One. I am in Class Three, Grade One, too. He is Number Eight, Row Five. I am Number Five, Row Four.

It’s Sunday morning. There are some children in the park.They are having a good time.

Some are playing games under a big tree. Some are singing and dancing. Some boys and girls are climbing the hill.Others are rowing on the lake.

Look, Tom is sitting by the lake.He is reading. Helen is running after a nice butterfly. She wants to catch it.

Little Peter is a boy of nine. He began to go to school the year before last year and now he’s in Grade Three. He lives not far from the school but he is often late for class. He likes watching TV in the evening and goes to bed late, so he can’t get up early in the morning.

This term Mrs black, Peter’s aunt, works in Peter’s school. She teaches Grade Three English. She is strict with Peter and often tells the boy to obey the school rules and come to school on time.

Yesterday morning Peter got up late. When he got to school, it was ten past eight. His aunt was waiting for him at the school gate.

“You’re ten minutes late for the first class, Peter,” Mrs Black said angrily. “Why are you often late for school?”

Every time when I get to the street corner, I see a board. It says ‘SCHOOL—GO—SLOW!’”

My sister likes spring best. Because she can plant trees. The weather is windy and warm. But I don’t like it. I like winter. I can make a snowman. Now, It’s fall. My mother’s favourite season is fall.