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grip with their hands, roll over, and make noises.

By the age of two, they can walk and talk.

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2. A World of Fairy Tales¡iµ£¸Ü¥@¬É¡j(By James Riordan, London: Hamlyn, 1982)

Let us go forth,

The teller of tales, and

Seize whatever prey the heart long for, and

Have no fear.

Everything exists,

Everything is true, and

The earth is only a little dust

Under our feet. (W. B. Yeats)

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3. Do you know about the stars?¡i¤Ñ¤W¬P¬Pª¾¦h¤Ö?¡j(Illustrated by Roger Hall, London: Collins 1964)

The stars you see

When you are young

Will still be there

When you are old.

But don't think

They don't change - they change all the time.

Getting to know about the stars

Can be very exciting.

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4. Robinson Crusoe¡i¾|»«»¹º}¬y°O¡j(Simplified, Longman, 1987)

Daniel Defoe

Chapter 1 The Island

I go to sea

I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family. At a very early age I wanted to go to sea. My father was a wise man, and he begged me not to do so. For a time I decided not to think of it any more. But one day in the city of Hull I met a friend who was going to sea on his father's ship.

He asked me to go with him. Then, without asking my father, without asking God's blessing, without any thought of the result, I went on board the ship.

The ship is lost in a storm

After a few days there came a fearful storm. The wind and waves threw the ship this way and that for twelve days. The ship was badly broken and a lot of water was coming in. Then one of our men , early in the morning, cried out ,"Land!"Just after that, the ship ran on to some sand. The waves came over the ship, and we knew that very soon it would be broken to pieces.

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I was born in the year 1992, in the city of Macao, of a good family. My father was a wise man. ...

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5. ¥j¨åº~¸Ö­^Ķ(Classical Chinese Poems translated into English)(º~­^¹ï·Ó)·s½s¡m¤d®a¸Ö¡n°K¦æ讥D½s¡G³\²W¨R­^Ķ

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Thoughts on a Still Night

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Before my bed a pool of light,

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Can it be frost on the ground?

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Looking up, I find the moon bright;

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Bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned.

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Spring Morning

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This morn of spring in bed I'm lying,

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Not to awake till birds are crying.

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After one night of wind and showers,

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How many are the fallen flowers!

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On the Stork Tower

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The sun along the mountain bows;

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The Yellow River seawards flows.

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You will enjoy a grander sight

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By climbing to a greater height.

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Snow on the River

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From path to path no man in sight.

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A lonely fisherman afloat

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Is fishing snow in lonely boat.

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6. Harry Porter (London: Bloomsbury, 2000)

J. K. Rowling


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For Jessica, who loves stories,

For Anne, who loved them too,

And for Di, who heard this one first.

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Mr and Mrs Durslay, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. ...

Mr Durslay was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Durslay was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Durslays had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Durslays had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anybody found out about the Potters. Mrs Potter was Mrs Durslay's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Durslay pretended she didn't have a sister, because.... The Durslays knew that the Potters had a small son too, but they had never even seen him...

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