謝利米的世界

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Form 1 homework: It was all very new for me at first. The horrible pandemic of covid-19 has been speading amid the world from November 2019. At that time I was in primary 6, I was facing school suspension, attending zoom lessons, and getting distressed by the pandemic all of the first time. The pandemic did not get better as I thought so in 2020. In fact, it was worse. I was gloomy.  As for now, the January of 2021, we still cannot get rid of the pandemic yet. I am in-between zoom lessons and in-person lessons for the most time in Form 1. I feel sorrowful that the pandemic becomes the 'new normal'. I look forward to experiencing Form 1 life, expecting to interact with peers and teachers, meeting new friends, hoping to participate in extra-curriculm activities. However, suddenly, everything was robbed from my hands by the nasty pandemic. I was blue. I was imprisoned to my own flat, attending zoom lessons, whatsapping classmates, and even the first term test was online. Even I wa...

 Jeremy was told to read a model composition once and then covered the model composition and write his own one(both copying by memory and self-creating are allowed). Jeremy's work:

 Jeremy was told to read a model composition once and then covered the model composition and write his own one(both copying by memory and self-creating are allowed). Jeremy's work: It was raining cats and dogs. Tom and his younger brother could not go outside. They decided to play hide and seek. while Tom's brother was searching for a hiding place, Tom covered his eyes stood facing a wall. In a loud steady voice, Tom counted, '8,9,10, I am coming!' Tom opened his eyes and looked everywhere. He strained his ears and listened to the tiny sound that he can hear. The house was as quiet as A church mouse. Tom searched for his brother at any possible places. He stared the wardrobe, browsed under the bed, and did not find A dust. Just at the moment before Tom gave up, with no warning whatsoever, A screeching sound broke the silence. 'Help! There is A flying cockroach!' Tom'S brother yelled at the top of his voice as he dashed out from the kitchen. Tom couldn't ...

 Jeremy was told to read a model composition once and then covered the model composition and write his own one(both copying by memory and self-creating are allowed). own one: Learn Cycling It was a brilliant Sunday morning. The sky was cloudless and there was A gentle breeze. The air is crisp and cool. Jon was like A dog with two tails as his dad was going to teach him cycling in the neighbourhood park. Jon'S dad got holding firmly on the bars of the bicycle while Jon put his feet on the pedal. Jon had got a cold feet. He was afraid of falling off from the bike. In a patient gentle tone, Jon'S dad consoled him and told him to keep balanced and pedal as hard as he could. Biting the bullet, Jon started to pedal. Before he was even aware of, Jon was sailing down the path at full speed. Jon'S dad was beaming from ear to ear. A sense of accomplishment crept up to Jon'S head. Jon'S dad wad in seventh heaven. As A reward, Jon'S father took him to McDonald for his favou...

  Cecilia was single. She lived with Tabby, an adorable cat with fluffy white fur. tabby was the only friend of cecilia. Hence, cecilia told tabby all her secretS and thoughtS. they were not only owner and pet, but also close friendS. one day, cecilia was day off. she picked up tabby on her lap and stroke its head gently as usual."Hello！"said Tabby. Cecilia'S jaw dropped. she could not believe her ears. she was too astonished to say anything. she was stunned. few minuteS later, she calmed down and said, 'How.... how come you can talk？' 'I can talk if i have a very special owner who is kind and not selfish.' At this moment, a wicked and stupid idea crept up cecilia'S head.'If I told the TV station that I has a cat that can  talk, I will be rich.' She immediately phoned the TV station. The reporter said, 'ok, I will comE soon.' Before long, the cameraman and the reporter arrived at cecilia'S home. the large camera and the micophone ai...

This is the best story I've ever read. It's about a poor little boy, Charlie. At the beginning of the story, Charlie had nothing but poverty. I feel much sympathy for him. Charlie was very hungry, he desperately loved chocolate, but he can only get one little bar of Wonka's chocolate once a year, on his birthday. Charlie had a dream, he wanted to get into the Wonka's chocolate factory, because the factory was full of mysteries.  The factory was near Charlie's home, but he could not go in because the iron gate had been locked. Everyday Charlie went past the factory, it was a torture!  But one day, there was a chance to go in the factory. The factory owner, Mr. Wonka, offered five golden tickets for kids. If someone got one of them, he could go into the factory. The golden tickets were hidden underneath the wrapping paper of five ordinary bar of chocolate.  In a short period of time, four tickets were found by four spoiled children, only one opportunity left.  Unlucki...

22/7/2020                   Sunny My tears started flooding in my eyes as I hung my head low when I knew that the trip to Malaysia which planned for several months has been cancelled. Thanks to the Coronavirus, the entire Malaysia has been placed in lockdown, seems lasting forever. I felt gloomy when the school notice informed me that the English and Maths summer class has been cancelled. I lost my chance to meet new friends in the summer class. Standing out of the swimming pool and staring the locked iron gates, I was depressed as swimming is my most favourite summer activity. Now I cannot go travelling, cannot take the summer courses, and also cannot go swimming. What can I do? Fortunately, my mother borrowed plenty of fictions and chapter books like Mr Midnight Series and Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre (倚天屠龍記) just before the library was closed. I am going to spend my time for wandering in the world of books.

16/7/2020                 Sunny "Spark!" I switched on the television. My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw the number "50" which indicated new cases of Coronavirus. The trend is running up and up every day. Thus the society is in a miserable atmosphere. I asked my mother, "Will the class suspension be cancelled at first of September?" My mum replied, "Who knows? It's not controlled by us. What can we do is cherishing the time and learning more during the quarantine." In the last quarantine from Jan to May 2020, we devoted our time in English writing. Mum bought a couple of Singapore model composition books and asked me to write compositions daily. My English writing skills enhanced significantly. No one knows when the outbreaks will end, and also we cannot hang out, so it will be better to stay at home and study. "What should we learn in this period of school suspension?" I asked my mother sincerely.

7/7/2020                     Sunny Today was a big day which I would know which secondary school that I would spend my green years. It was boiling hot outside, and I went school by myself to take my result. Compared with my classmates, I was confident and calm. "John, please get your allocation slip, " said Miss Li, our class teacher. As Miss Li started distributing the folded papers, which contained the results of allocation, my classmates could not sit still without fidgeting. I could see butterflies in their stomach. In a blink, it was my turn. I took my result and put it into my schoolbag after consideration. Not long after, they revealed the results together after teacher's count down. Most of them were thrilled and exultant. The classroom was full of joy. Yet, I was as cool as a cucumber. Hearing my steps, my mom opened the door with anxiety. I dropped my heavy schoolbag on the floor. "Hi, mom. I am back." I gave her my ...

14/7/2020                           Sunny It was a cloudless day, the sun was blazing down on us, there was not any breeze at all. I was totally soaked in  sweat when I was walking up along the pavement from MTR station to my secondary school with my mother. I had butterflies in my stomach as I had to do the Pre-s1 which was the first exam in this school. My mother consoled me, "Just take it easy." When I stepped into the hall, I was agitated. Before long, the Maths test started. "Please open your answer booklet and start answering." announced the teacher. As I have done the first half of the questions, I glanced at the clock, focused my eyes on the numbers...and screeched (in mind)! There was only a quarter left! In no time, my pencil dashed through the entire paper, but it was no use. The alarm sounded before I finished the last four questions. Learning the lesson, I then did the Chinese and English paper...

One night, I was reading a Chinese martial art novel when I fell asleep. I dreamt that the Western Viper Ouyang(西毒歐陽鋒) kidnapped a little girl. In the dream, I was highly skilled at martial art. I've managed to fight Ouyang and save the pity girl. 'How dare you! Release the little girl!' I hollered for Ouyang to surrender. Immediately, Ouyang  clenched his fist and punched me on my cheek, causing me to stagger backwards from the impact. My face morph into a furious glare. I was undaunted by Ouyang's actions. Retaliating a punch of my own, I hit him squarely on his eye. He covered his eye and bent over in pain. Dissatisfied with the result, I followed up by raising my left foot and kicked his stomach with all my might. He sprayed blood as he was severely injured. As I seemed to gain the upper hand, he was in rage and ejected hundreds of vipers from his coduceus. I was surrounded by those horrible vipers. Undeterred，I took out my fast sword and killed all the viper...

Opened and checked the mailbox today, I saw a letter from HKEAA. I felt agitated and troubled. In no time, I rushed back home. When I sliced open the envelope with a knife and took out the letter, I got informed that my results will be accessible on HKEAA website fifteen days later. I have butterflies in my stomach.  Time flew, today the result would be announced. Distressed, I started fidgeting. I typed the website, entered  my username and password. I quivered with anxiety. The page seemed to load for ages. When the page finished loading, the disappointing number 83 reached my eyes. I started with a little bit confused, and then a little bit resentful, and ended up with heavy - hearted and blue. My eyes welled up in tears. I had put very much effort on it, and I got high marks in the mock exam. My mother comforted me, "It's no need for being gloomy. The exam is over. The only thing to do is to work harder and achieve better score at the next exam." I nodded.  ...

A brilliant sunbeam was slanting through a gap in the curtains. In no time, I jumped out of my bed since I remembered that dad said he would teach me to cycle this day. Just after the breakfast, dad took me to the nearest park. I was so excited that I could not stop fidgeting. We soon arrived at the park with my bicycle. Yet, I found that learning cycling was not that easy as I thought. At the beginning, dad held the bicycle at the back to make me safe. I found the first few pedals were hard ones. Nevertheless, the condition improved rapidly as I kept trying. After a few minutes, I thought my cycling skills was proficient and asked father to let me go by myself. I can see his anxiety rushed through his veins. He thought my cycling skill was not good enough. Before long, I was sailing down the hill of the park rapidly and going to crash on a tree. I attempted to change my direction forcefully, but failed. My father comforted me and encouraged me, "Never be beaten down by dif...

One day, Daisy called me. She told me that she would go to Europe for two weeks. She asked me to take care of her pot plant. Immediately, I agreed.   ‘Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong!  ‘  The doorbell rang. She gave me her pot plant and reminded me to water it daily. From then on, I placed it at the balcony under the sunlight and took good care of it.   After a few days, when I was playing video games in the living room, I heard a bang out of blue. My jaw dropped to the floor because I spot that Daisy’s pot plant had flipped over. Thanks to my beloved cat, Coco, it probably tripped the pot plant over when it was playing at the balcony.  I was cross about Coco, but it’s useless.   I went psycho to rescue Daisy’s pot plant. I took triple as good care than before and kept Coco away from the balcony. However, it did not seemed to recover and start to wither slowly as it has been severely damaged. I felt agitated.   I felt remorsefu...

Dear Mike,   How are you? Yesterday, I went home by bus after school. I was worn-out after a whole-day lesson. Fortunately, I found a seat. On the bus, I spot a couple was talking, eating hamburgers and drinking cola.   The bus disgorges some people but swallowed more.  A pregnant woman got on the bus and was searching for a seat. I remembered that we should offer our seat to sick, elderly, disables, or pregnants. In no time, I offered my seat to her.   At the moment I left my seat, out of blue, the young man spilled his cola and made my seat and the floor wet. The couple felt awkward and embarrassed. They left from their seat and dashed to the bus door. They then got off at the next stop. The pregnant woman and I sat on the empty seats which originally belong to the couple.   Write back soon!   Love,   Vicky  

21July,20XX ( Sun)                                                                                               Sunny   Dear Diary,           This morning I went to Central by ferry after visiting Grandma. On the ferry, I saw a man who was wearing a mask and a pair of sunglasses. He looked  suspicious  that made me remember the bank robber on news last week.           Before long, two women sat down while chatting. One who sat next to the suspicious man putting her handbag on the seat. My intuition told me that things were not so simple. It seemed that he was pondering how to steal something. He couldn’t sit still for long without fidgeting.    ...

16 April 2020 (Mon)                                                                                                                                                    Windy   Dear Diary,                Today I went to the public library after school.  It was windy and rainy outside so I want to spent one or two hour here. I picked up a book and sat down amidst hundreds of bookshelves. On the opposite of my desk was a boy and a girl. The girl was doing her homework. The boy was reading a science fiction. It seemed that they did not know each othe...