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When Liang goes to the local circus, he sees a goat called Snow White fall from the high wire. Imagine his surprise when the injured Snow White escapes and turns up at his grandmother’s house. As Liang and his grandmother care for the goat, they slowly change its fate and even the circus manager and Liang’s classmates realise what needs to be done.

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With the help of Weiwei and his family, injured mother swan gets better and successfully hatches her baby swans. When spring arrives again and father swan returns, they are happy to be together again. Weiwei is sad when they migrate to the south in winter, but he truly believes that they will return to him the following year.

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Pedro is a curious little boy living in the heart of Mexico City. One day, he finds a lost puppy, scoops him up and takes him back home. Black Tiger, he names the dog, and hopes the puppy will turn out to be as brave as a tiger. In the same apartment block, live three other boys, Jose, Arturo and Alex, who, with their dogs, like nothing better than bullying Pedro and Black Tiger. When a powerful earthquake shakes the city, many are injured and Jose is nowhere to be found. Can Pedro find it in himself to overcome his hurt feelings and help save Jose? With Black Tiger leading the search, this story highlights the most precious things in life: Love and Understanding.

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Pains is renowned writer, publisher and editor Zhao Lihong's newest collection of Chinese poetry in translation—a thematically interlinked meditation on the human body, aging, and the complexities of freedom.In this collection of fifty-one poems, Zhao pulls in his focus and examines the universal in constrained microcosmic units of abstraction. The poet utilizes his decades of influence to pull ahead as a preeminent representative of contemporary Chinese poetry in all of its simplicity, and proves that limitation in itself may be a blessing. Sample poetry from Pains:"When did it happen:black becoming white? White as smoke ash, white as surviving snow, white and rough and vacuousas a sigh that cuts through a glacier. Those silken threadsare still atop my headthinning by the day. When the wind blows, it still levitates. The wind says, your earth still lives, my breath cannot break you."

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