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在夜晚下，成群的僵尸站在Steve的家门前想要攻进去，可那堵城墙横在路边，僵尸们完全攻不进去，而Steve站在城墙上射着箭，基本上来一只死一只，他们就这样僵持在，Steve头上方正的那个月亮正一点一点向东边走去，Steve知道撑住这个夜晚，胜利就到了，僵尸们也明白自己正离失败与死亡靠近
Steve的箭从664把下降到34把了，僵尸们也从150人下降到27人了，眼看太阳要露出头时，5只苦力怕来了，它们把Steve的城墙炸碎了，僵尸们冲了进去，Steve被咬了好几口
这时，太阳好像要帮Steve似的，跳了出来，僵尸开始燃烧，队伍乱了，Steve先是一愣，然后拔出刀，僵尸被两面夹击
（预知后事如何，请看《最后一只僵尸》）
五年级:郑晨
生命不是一场赛跑，而是一次旅行。
比赛在乎终点，而旅行在乎沿途风景；
天再高又怎样，踮起脚尖就能更接近阳光。
五年级:蒲公英2002
In the morning, I walked the road, walking in a dream of me.
In the early morning dew is not down when, in the last night of residual star has not return when, in a cuckoo has not crow, I at the crossroads slightly stood and walked briskly through the familiar and unfamiliar streets. Do not know me, will I forget the people can not see me once, I still silently in the middle of his door.
That road seems to be very short, much shorter than a child, it is very long and very long, walking here as if in a long dream gradually wake up. Dawn is not Hei, cool breeze blowing, a person who gets up early in the morning on my side hurried, youth running, walking the aunt, high school students, to clean the streets of sanitation workers, as soon as possible to sell the aunt... I finally felt a very familiar atmosphere to pavement:
It was an old house, low low located behind the tall, pale blue sky in the veils of the strands of Xia Yunru like light cover it, Shaoqing, and return the, sky and so Cheng net, like the eyes of l Nino. Red brick several weathered, after repair, book slogans, wrote advertising, ground cement, a black paint brush, and finally all is overshadowed by years of dust, the mark is blurred, wind and rain then expose it peeled off one layer at a time, a piece of complex formation. The window under the dark trees, grass green tiles. In this row upon row of tall buildings behind it is lonely and helpless, unique, Fengqing thin clouds, misty Xi Hu, let my eyes a bright at the same time also let me know it is a story.
It does have a story, not just its story, is I: the misty dawn all drifting further and further away, and gradually clear up, time seems to flow backwards. This is where I grew up, it carries my childhood, when I was a child I just stare at the common yard, but I chose to see something new and fun, it gives me rich imagination from which; when I was a child if the wronged, the best way is to come back here in my little bed a good sleep what troubles are forgotten, it gives me a solid shield wall; I here learned a lot of knowledge, it gives me the ideal wings; in my failure encountered setbacks I will be here to pick up, is it gives me new hope. Is it silently selfless no smell of inclusive of the once naive wayward me, meticulous care of the once the young mind. Although leave there for many years, many things have been forgotten, but it has never faded, it still kept in my heart the most soft place, bearing my most beautiful memories.
yard, see the yard deep lofty sky, see the sky Yinhui cold sprinkled moon, see the moon behind the quiet and bright stars...
In the face of the long dream I finally woke up, went to it came near and reached out to touch it, has a fast cold brand segment in our midst, "in front of the construction, please do not close. Is it going to be torn down? In my heart there is a strange feeling, as if it were losing something important. As I walked past, I went to the door, the door across the two worlds, for a long time, and the door that I had never known......
五年级:音.半夏