Theweatheroftodayisverycomfortable,thoughtheweatherforecastsaiditiscloudy,butjustalittlebitrain,verycool.
Theweatherforecastsaiditiscloudy,andfriendsabouttoplaybasketball,butunfortunately,intheraincanplay.
Afternoonaftertherainstoppedtohelpmymothertobuyfoodsupermarket.Generallybadmoodtoday.
OnceintheancientKingdomofZhengtherewasamanwhowantedtobuyhimselfapairofshoes.Hetookthemeasurementofhisownfeetwithapieceofstring.Thenhewenttothemarket.Hewaslookingatsomeshoesattheshoe-maker＇swhenherealizedhehadleftthemeasurementathome.Heputdowntheshoesandrushedhometofetchit.Bythetimehereturnedwiththemeasurementthemarkethadbeenclosed.Sohefailedtogethisshoes.
Somebodyaskedhim,"Whydidn＇tyoujusttrytheshoesonyourfeet?"Heanswered,"Iwouldrathertrustthemeasurementthanmyfeet."
Myschoolisintheeastendofthecity.Ittakesmehalfanhourtogettoschoolonfoot.Iusuallyrideabiketoschool.
Thereareoveronehundredandfiftyteachersandabouttwothousandstudentsinourschool.Wehavetwoclassroombuildings.Theofficebuildingisthreestoreyshigh.Onweekdaysourteachersoftentakeustothelaboratoriestodoexperiments.SometimeswehaveEnglishlessoninthelanguagelab.Wehaveaverylargeplayground.
Afterschoolwetakepartinvariousactivities,suchasballgames,painting,singinganddancing.Iliketoplayfootballwithmyclassmates.
Ilovemyteachers.Ilovemyschool.
Anewtermbegan.Studentsallreturnedtoschoolandmetagain.Theyweretalkingaboutwhattheyhaddoneintheholidays.Iwasmuchhappier.Icouldn’twaittotellmystory.Nowit’smyturn.ItoldthemIgotajobinarestaurant.Iworkedasawaitress.Theydidn’tbelieveatfirst.
"Yes,it’strue."Isaid,"Ireallyhadahardtimeatthebeginning.Butseveraldayslater,Icoulddoagoodjob.Iearnedsixhundredyuanthisholiday."Theyalllookedatmewiththeirmouthsopen.
WhenIgothome,itwasverydark.Why?Thereisnoelectric.EveryyearinBeijing,thereislackofelectrictosupply.Becausetherearealotoffactories.
Anditisverycoldinwinter.Sothegovernmentdecided:supplyelectrictoresidentandthefactoriesmuststopworking.
Myhouseisinthemanufacturingdistrict.Iwasunlucky.Itwasverycold.Somyfatherusetheelectricmakingmachinetomakeelectric.Oh!Whataunluckywinter!
Thethermometerhaddroppedto18degreesbelowzero,butstillchosetosleepintheporchasusual.
Intheevening,themostfamiliarsighttomewouldbestarsinthesky.
Thoughtheywereameresprinkleoftwinklingdots,yetIhadbecomesoaccustomedtothemthattheiroccasionalabsencewouldbringmelonelinessandennui.