Keys
（一）
1—5 BAADB 6—10 DABAC
11—15 BBACD 16—20 EGDCA
（二）
1—5 ADCCA 6—10 CBACC
11—15 ACABC 16—20 FEGBC
（三）
1—5 CDDAD 6—10 BCDCA
11—15 BCCBC 16—20 EGDAC
（四）
1—5 BCDCC 6—10 DDAAC
11—15 BCADB 16—20 GDECA
（五）
1—5 CCAAD 6—10 CCDCC
11—15 BAADC 16—20 CGDAF
（六）
1—5 ABDCB 6—10 BAABD
11—15 DBABC 16—20 DCBGE
（一）
1—5 CBDBC 6—10 BACAC
11—15 DBCAD
（二）
1—5 ABBCD 6—10 CDBAC
11—15 DABAC
（三）
1—5 ADACC 6—10 BABBC
11—15 ADBDA
（四）
1—5 ABCBC 6—10 DBCDC
11—15 DCAAB
（五）
1—5 CDADC 6—10 BBCDD
11—15 BAABC
（六）
1—5 CBDAC 6—10 BCDAB
11—15 DACBD
（一）
One possible version：
“Show us，” said Eric， handing Emma a piece of chalk. Emma took the chalk and began drawing. She drew shapes that were full of straight lines and bright colors. They were bigger than the shapes Lisa and Eric had drawn， covering each other to form new shapes. She colored the drawings purple， blue， and white. “Wow！” the art teacher showed up and said. “It’s beautiful.” The three students stood up and looked at what they had done， their heart filled with pride.
Hearing the teacher’s praise， many students gathered around. They made various comments， varying from the universe with planets and stars to a coral reef full of fish. Finally the teacher asked for Lisa’s opinion. Glancing at Eric and Emma， whose knees， elbows， and fingers were covered in colorful chalk dust， she said with a large smile， “It looks like home.” “I think so. Why don’t you enlarge the home together？” Hearing their teacher’s words， the students joined in the painting cheerfully， joy filling the air of the court.
（二）
One possible version：
Soon after， all the negative words started to destroy me. I cried myself to sleep late in the night and woke up with aching head the next morning， hardly able to get out of my room. Several days later， overwhelmed by depression， I refused to go to school and talk with someone and even refused food. It seemed that I was totally trapped in darkness. Thankfully， the magazines at hand helped to relieve my stress somehow. Everything changed from that day， when I happened to read an article.
I saw a quote in the journal. “Once you choose your way of life， be brave to stick it out and never return.” Reading it， I suddenly caught what it meant. I could either let myself down in the gossip or hug it as a chance to grow up and become better. So I reread the posts and reflected on my recent experiences. I realized that I was bothered because I cared so much about people’s bad comments that I lost heart and forgot my target. It’s time to face the situation bravely and stick to what I have always dreamed to do.
（三）
One possible version：
From that moment on， all I could do was observe. Dad parked the car quickly and jumped out， never saying a word， which was also highly unusual. I watched him run forward and kneel beside a squirrel， which was badly hurt. This small creature had just run into our car as it raced into the street. Perhaps it was gathering food for the winter on the way. Dad examined it for a second and immediately asked me to bring him a towel.
Then， carrying the squirrel， we drove to the nearest animal hospital. All the way， he kept silent while his bright blue eyes， usually filled with passion and life， had filled up and one teardrop escaped. After a long wait at the hospital， we were informed that the squirrel luckily survived. On the way back home， I carefully held the squirrel like holding a full glass of water. During the following days， under Dad’s considerate care， the squirrel gradually recovered. During the process， I found Dad’s soft side， and was deeply touched by his love and respect for all life and nature.
（四）
One possible version：
Night fell but there was no sign of Fritz. We went from neighbor to neighbor， house to house. Each shake of the head drove me to despair. “Please， bring Fritz home safe，” I wished lying in bed that night. But a week passed without him. Each afternoon I would rush out of school and run all the way home to ask if there was any news of Fritz. But when I burst through the door and into the house， I would be greeted only by silence and my mother’s sad smile.
Two weeks later， a call from a man brought us the great news. The man found the hungry and weak Fritz on the street and later got our phone number from the label on him. Immediately， my father and I were on the way to fetching Fritz. The moment I climbed out of the car， Fritz ran towards me like a wild pig. He slipped and quickly got up and slipped again before he regained his balance and jumped into my arms. I held him tightly as he kissed my face.