1) The Forbidden City
of emperors and their households
the ceremonial and political center of the Chinese government
500 years.

2) The Forbidden City
using Ancient Chinese
and philosophy.

3) The roofs of the buildings in the city
with yellow tiles.

4) The ceremonial buildings
in groups of three. The number three
heaven.

5) The
English name "Forbidden City" is a translation of the Chinese name Zijin Cheng literally: "
Forbidden City".

1.they are in the school, aren't they?  

2.they aren't at home? are they?  

3.they do exercises, don't they?  

4.she can sing, can't she?  

5.he doesn't like soup, does he?  

6.there are a little bear, aren't there?  

7.it is a cake, ian't it?  

8.you will go to the cinema, won't you?  

9.you can't swim, can you?  

unfortunately this year i ended up spending new year's eve hauled up in the warehouse where i work, unpacking products to be shelved and sorting out where to put them.

how sad it is, that work should continue to dictate the way we live. without money we are helpless. i spent last new year's eve in an undoubtedly better fashion. my wife and i invited round not only our nearest and dearest, but some of the neighbours too. jean from number 56 even bought her cream labrador round. the kids loved it!

  and so the evening began, just like many other's around england, a table laden with cheap booze and nibbles, serviettes and paper plates, fizzy drinks for the kids and the best quality bucks fizz for the mother-in-law. out on the cold lawn in the back garden lay my pitiful display of discount fireworks, ready to be let off at 12 on the dot.  we had music on the cd player, provided by my fashion conscious daughters and the beeb's hogmanay coverage on standby.  new year's is a funny little celebration, soo much more important abroad. it marks the end of the year, a chance to look back on one's achievements with pride, whilst at the same time a warning bell sounds and you look out in dread at the calendar and realise how little time you have to start those new year's resolutions and miserably fail them. the humiliation!   i have always wanted to pop over to scotland and see how they really celebrate it there. i could do with a bite of haggis and some jolly bag pipes playing in my ear.   alas, i don't see it on the cards, not until such time as the boss lets me have another bank holiday off work.  

go outside and then go down the road until you get the library. turh left and then take the second turning on the right. you'll see the bank. go past it and my house on the right, opposite the supermarket.

my ideal school would be in the centre of the town, near a park. it would look-like a castle. it would include a few buildings. for example, in the first building would be swimming-pool. in the second building there are would be rooms, like english rooms.the school would have a computer room. also there would be a big library and a swimming-pool. there would be stadion, where pupils would do physical training. for example, they would play football or volleyball. my ideal school would have a coffee bar, in order to pupils could get together. however, there would be a dinning-room. if it didn't rain, pupils could eat out of the school.the timetable would include 6 hours english, 5 hours physical training, 4 hours driving,cookery lessons,4 hours history, 3 hours life safety, russian and mathematics a week. also, there would be lessons, where pupils could learn to play the guitar and other instruments.there would be many after-school clubs, such as tennis, basketball, photography, drama and other interesting clubs. there would be many  interesting school trips. during summer holidays, pupils would go to other cities and may be other countries.