My uncle works at a TV (11) in Taipei. He is a (12) and writes news every day. Sometimes he goes out with a camera and makes a (13) about traffic or weather. He is always (14), so we can only see him on weekends. Last night we all sat down in front of the TV. We turned to (15) 52 and saw him on the screen. My little sister shouted, and my mother took a photo. It was a fun night for all of us.
Long ago people wrote letters. They put the paper in an (16) and sent it by (17). A letter often took a week to arrive. Today most people use (18) or send a short message on the phone. It arrives in a second. My grandmother still likes the old way. She says a letter feels warmer. Every (19) she writes to her sister in the eastern part of Japan. I help her (20) the stamp on the envelope. Then we walk to the post office together.