Dear friends, 
I'm very honored to give you a speech on music. I'm Li Hua, I really enjoy watching a music program, and I have fallen in love with music, so my aim is to form a band with my friends. 
Four students make up our band, one being the singer and the rest playing the guitar, the keyboard and the drums. Our music is based on Jay Chou, whose talent is admirable. In addition, what we are also fond of is rock music, some of which I'd like to make on my own.
We are wondering how we keep a balance between study and the band and what we can do to make it a successful band. We'd appreciate it if you could give us some suggestions.
Thank you! 

Dear Mr. Green,
There will be a Chinese folk music concert in our school with the aim of enriching our school life. Knowing that you are interested in Chinese folk music, I'd like to invite you to attend it.
The concert is to be held at 7:00 pm this Sunday in the lecture hall of our school, which features a lot of traditional Chinese folk music works. Some teachers and students will play beautiful pieces using traditional instruments. I'm sure they will give you a very impressive concert, through which you will learn more about Chinese folk music.
Looking forward to your coming.
Yours,
Li Hua

In 1945, a 12-year-old boy saw something in a shop window. But the price—five dollars—was far beyond Reuben Earle's means. He couldn't ask his father for the money who made a living through fishing in Bay Roberts. His mother, Dora, tried hard to feed and clothe their five children.
However,he opened the shop's door, went inside and talked to the shopkeeper. “...I don't have the money right now. Can you please hold it for me for some time?” “I'll try,” the shopkeeper smiled.
Reuben respectfully touched his worn cap and walked out. Hearing the sound of hammering from a side street, he suddenly had an idea. He ran towards the sound and stopped at a construction site. Reuben knew he could collect the discarded nails(被丢弃的钉子) and sell them to the factory for five cents.
He looked for nails until sunset. Then he ran to the factory and sold them. Reuben tightly held the five-cent pieces and ran home. He found a small can and dropped his coins inside. Then he rushed into the barn(谷仓) near his house and hid it. It was dinner time when Reuben got home. His mother Dora who was by the kitchen stove, ready to serve dinner. Looking at his mother, thinking Mother's Day would come, Reuben smiled.

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Then one day, he counted the coins and found that he finally had enough money! The time came! Holding the can firmly, he headed for the shop.“I have the money,” he solemnly told the shopkeeper. The man went to the window and took out Reuben's treasure. He wiped the dust off and gently wrapped it in brown paper. Then he placed the parcel in Reuben's hands.
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Racing home, Reuben burst through the front door to find his mother. His mother was cleaning the kitchen stove. “Here, Mum! Here!” Reuben cried as he ran to her. He placed a small box in her rough hands. She unwrapped it carefully. A blue jewel box came into her sight. Dora lifted the lid, tears beginning to blur her vision. On a small, heart-shaped pin was the word Mother.Dora had never received such a precious gift; she had no beautiful jewellery except her wedding ring. Speechless, she smiled happily and took her son into her arms.
That night, I quarreled with my mother, then stormed out of the house. While on the road, I remembered that I did not have any money in my pocket, and that I did not even take my cell phone with me to make a call.
At the same time, I passed a noodle restaurant, and I suddenly felt very hungry. I wished for a bowl of noodles, but I had no money!
The owner saw me standing before the counter and asked, “Hey little girl, you want to eat a bowl?”
“But...but I do not carry money...” I shyly replied.
“Okay, I'll treat you,” the owner said, “Come in, I will cook you a bowl.”
A few minutes later the owner brought me a steaming bowl of noodles. After eating some pieces, I cried.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Nothing. I am just touched by your kindness!” I said as I wiped my tears. “Even a stranger on the street gives me a bowl of noodles, but my mother, after a quarrel, chased me out of the house. She is cruel (残忍的)!”
The owner sighed, “Girl, why did you think so? Think again. I only gave you a bowl of noodles and you felt that way. Your mother has been taking care of you since you were young, but why were you not grateful and why did you hurt your mom?”
I was really surprised after hearing that.
Why didn't I think of that? A bowl of noodles from a stranger made me feel grateful, while my mother has raised me since I was a little girl and I had never felt so, not even a little.

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Just at that moment, many memories came back into my mind. When I was ill, she was always the one taking care of me. When I had trouble with my study, she never lost faith in me and encouraged me to keep going. When I arrived home during the weekend, she always prepared my favourite food. All her kindness came back to me. I should be grateful for all she had done for me. I realized that I should return home immediately and say sorry to my mother.
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When arriving home, I saw my mother sitting at the dinner table, worried and tired. She must have been looking for me everywhere. I was ready for her anger and shouts. However, before I could apologize, my mother saw me and said gently,“Oh, honey, thank God, you're back! Come inside. You are probably very hungry. I cooked your favorite noodles. Come and eat while they are still hot...” No longer able to control myself, I cried in her arms. “I'm sorry, Mom. Please forgive me,” I whispered to her with tears, extremely ashamed of myself.