M3U1reading 　　Fog 　　Fogwarning 　　WhenPollylefthomethatmorning,thecitywasalreadycoveredinagreymist.Atlunch,theradioforecastthatthemistwouldbecomeathickfogintheafternoon.Atfouro'clock,Pollyleft　workandsteppedoutintothefog.Shewonderedifthebuseswouldstillberunning. 　　NobusestoKingStreet 　　Onceoutinthestreet,shewalkedquicklytowardsherusualbusstop. 　　‘Howfarareyougoing?’thebusconductoraskedherbeforehetookherfare. 　　‘KingStreet.’saidPolly. 　　‘Sorry，Miss’repliedtheman,‘thetruthisthatitistoofoggyforthebustorunthatfar.TaketheUndergroundtoGreenPark.Theweathermightbebetterthereandyoumightbeabletogetataxi.’ 　　Atallman 　　AsPollyobservedthepassengersonthetrain,shehadafeelingthatshewasbeingwatchedbyatallmaninadarkovercoat.AtlastthetrainarrivedatGreenParkstation.Whiletherestofthepassengersweregettingout,sheglancedatthefacesaroundher.Thetallmanwasnowheretobesoon. 　　Footsteps 　　WhenPollygottothestationentrance,itwasempty.Outside,wherevershelookedthefoglaylikeathick,greycloud.Therewasnooneinsight.PollysetofftowardsParkStreet.Assheheardaman’svoiceinherearsaying‘Sorry.’Themanmovedaway.Shecouldfeelherheartbeatingwithfear. 　　Thehelpfulstranger 　　Thensheheardthesoundagain-softfootstepsbehindher.Aminutebefore,shehadwishedforsomeonetocomealong.Nowshewantedtorun,butfearheldherstill.Thefootstepsseemedclosenow.Thenaman’svoicecameoutofthedarkness.‘Isanybodythere?’ 　　Pollyhesitated.Atlastsheanswered,‘Hello,IthinkI’mlost.’ 　　Afewsecondslater,ahandreachedoutandgraspedherarm.Pollyfoundherselfstaringupatthefaceofanoldmanwithabeard.‘MaybeIcanhelpyou.Whichroaddoyouwant?’heasked. 　　‘Iliveat86KingStreet.’Pollyreplied.‘Justtakemyhand.’saidtheman.‘Comewithme.You’llbeallright.’HetookPolly’shand.‘Watchoutforthestephere.’ 　　Inhisotherhandthemancarriedastick.Pollyheardithitthestep.‘Icanremembersometerriblefogs,butmaybethatwasbeforeyourtime.Ican’tseeyourface,butyousoundyoung.Howoldareyou?’‘Justtwenty.’answeredPolly. 　　‘Ah,twenty!Aniceagetobe.Iwasyoungonce.Nowwe’reatthecrossroads.Turnlefthere.’ 　　‘I’mquitelostnow.Areyousureyouknowtheway?’Pollywasbeginningtofeelfrightenedagain.’‘Ofcourse.Youreallyshouldn’tfeelanxious,’Heheldherhandmorefirmly. 　　Thegratefulhelper 　　‘Hereweare.KingStreet.’Hestopped. 　　‘Thankyousomuchforcomingtomyaid.’saidPollyinrelief.‘Wouldyouliketocomeinandrestforawhile?’ 　　‘It’sveryniceofyou.’saidtheman,‘butI’llbeoff.Theremaybemorepeoplelosttoday,andI’dliketohelpthem.Yousee,afogthisbadisrare.Itgivesmethechancetopaybackthehelpthatpeoplegivemewhenit’ssunny.Ablindpersonlikemecan’tgetacrosstheroadwithouthelp,exceptinafoglikethis.’ 　　M3U2reading 　　Allthroughhistory,peoplefrommanydifferentcountriesandcultureshavelivedtogetherinBritain.TheEnglishlanguageismadeupofthegrammarandvocabularythesepeoplebroughttoBritain.ThatiswhyEnglishhassomanydifficultrulesthatconfusepeople. 　　OldEnglish 　　O

　　thispeacefulvolcanodestroyedthewholecity! 　　Day10,24July 　　Finally,wearrivedinLoulanafterseveraldaysoftravelling.Thiscommercialcitywasbusyandwealthyabout2,000yearsago.ItwasastoppingpointonthefamousSilkRoadbetweentheEastandthewest.ItisbelievedtohavebeengraduallycoveredoverbysandstormsfromAD200toAD400.Iamsoexcitedtobehere! 　　Day11,25July 　　Anscholarfromthelocalculturalinstitute,ProfessorZhang,toldusthataroundtheyear1900theEuropeanexplorerSvenHedindiscoveredtheruinsoftheLoulanKingdom.Sevenfoundtheremainsofbuildingsburiedbeneaththesand,togetherwithalotoftreasures,includingcoins,paintedpots,materialssuchassilk,documentsandwallpaintings.Whenwewenttothecity,wesawthecitywalls,palaces,temples,workshopsandtowers.Wefoundtheruinsmostinteresting.Therewasanancientwatersystemthatranthroughthemiddleofthecity.Thedesertwasonceagreenlandwithhugetrees,buttheywerecutdownandthatresultedinthecityfrombeingburiedbysand—whatapity!