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I’ve read a book called “The Lion King”. I already watch it in the cartoon when I was little, but now I reverse the story by reading the book. It was a book about the King of the private land called Mufasa, he have a brother called Scar, a jealousy person. He wants to be the future king, to be the leader of all animals. But his dream is broken by the newborn baby of Mufasa – Simba~! A really cute little lion, because he will become the future king after Mufasa’s death, therefore there’s no chance for Scar. So he’s trying to kill both of them. So he puts Simba into danger and killed Mufasa. He told Simba it was all Simba’s false because Mufasa is dead because he was trying to safe Simba. So Simba run away by fear. He meets two friends in a beautiful land. They taught Simba everything will be fine as the time passing. But once Simba meet his best friend Sara, and he follows her back to his kingdom and found out the truth about his father’s death, therefore he killed Scar, and he live happily with other animals ever after~! This is a good story for everyone, it’s easy for children to understand the main story, but it’s good for someone even older because it tell us that it’s important to facing the past, even know the past may hurts but you have to face it and learn things from it, don’t let it happens next time to make a better future~! I enjoy reading different kinds of books, but "Harry Porter" is my favorite one. The story is very long but I am interested in it. Harry was such a brave and clever boy that he dared to fight against powerful enemies. His Z-shaped scar and magic stick brought me into a magical world. In fact, the fiction story is so meaningful that I can learn a lot from it. I think it's the best book I've ever read.

My favorite film is Who is the Real Beautiful Monkey King. When the amusing outline of the Monkey King’s face falls into my head， I always remember my youngest uncle whose face was filled up either beam or depression.
Since my father usually ran further to earn bits and pieces of money， I usually walked several miles to watch opening movies by following my youngest uncle and someone else who are older in the evening when I was a little boy. One night， on the way home after we watched Who is the Real Beautiful Monkey King， it rained heavily. “The ghosts are coming！” Suddenly， somebody shouted. At once， all boys and elders ran fast and fast. Although rushed as restlessly as possible， my youngest uncle caught one hand of mine tightly all along. At that time， I was so frightened that forget crying and I had been trumbled in the muddy road.
Last Spring Festival， I came back to my hometown. When I saw my youngest uncle whose face was filled with crinkle， I was compunctious deeply. If I hadn’t made the mistake that ruined the opportunity of making money， I should have settled him down in Beijing. The time goes by， how cold-bloodedly it is.
I like the cute eyes of the Monkey King， and I always miss my youngest uncle