A long time before I was born, my grandma and grandpa moved into the house on Beechwood Avenue. They had a young family of 4 little girls. During that time, it was hard to find a job. So, on weekend grandpa and grandma cleaned the garden to grow some of their own food. They planted tomatoes, beans, cabbages, potatoes and strawberries to feed their growing family. All summer long, the family ate food from the garden.

The family grew up, and before too many years had passed, the grandchildren came to visit. Grandma and grandpa still planted their garden every spring. Everyone still enjoyed the good food from the garden and always took some home.

Then grandpa died in one summer when he was eighty-nine years old. It was a lonely winter for grandma. She sat near the window, looking out at the yard and wondering if she could plant the garden in the spring. It would be hard to care for it by herself. When spring came, she planted only a little.

One nice day in the early summer, grandma heard a noise in the front yard and looked out the window. There were thousands of bees in the air. Grandma wondered what she could do. She decided to wait and think it over. Before long, she decided the bees won’t bother anyone, so she went about her business and didn’t give them any other thought.

That summer, grandma’s little garden grew and grew. The neighbors all puzzled why they grew so well. One day, grandma’s brother Frank visited her. Frank said,“In my hometown, the farmers often hired beekeepers to set up bee houses near their fields. The bees helped them to grow.” That was when Grandma realized that her bees had helped with her garden all summer.

From that Time on, grandma always believed that since grandpa couldn’t be there to help her that summer, he had sent the bees to take his place and make grandma’s little garden grow and grow.

Thank you for your e-mail. I’m happy to be your pen friend. I know you have a big and happy family. Here is my family photo. The man is my father. He is a teacher. My father likes his work. The woman is my mother. She works in a library. She likes books very much, so she always says her work is great. The boy is my brother. He likes basketball. He likes Kobe. He wants to be a basketball player. The girl in the photo is me. I like singing and dancing. I want to be a singer in the future (在将来) .

This is my family. Alex, can I know something about your school? Do you have many students in your school? Write to me, please.

Yours,

Carla

Yesterday Peter felt very sorry because he forgot (忘记) to say “Happy Birthday” to his uncle. So he wrote a letter to his uncle: “My dear uncle, I’m very sorry because I forgot your birthday. But to teach me a lesson, you’d better (最好) forget my birthday on Tuesday, tomorrow.”