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    Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg recently surprised Chinese students when he spoke to them in Chinese. In a talk at Tsinghua University in Beijing, Zuckerberg spoke Chinese for about 30 minutes. Although his Mandarin was far from perfect, students and faculty cheered his 1.

    Zuckerberg's talk raises a large question: is Chinese the language of the future? Could it 2

    English as the world's international language? Mandarin Chinese already has the3 native speakers of any language. And, China may soon 4 the United States as the world's largest economy.

    The 5 of the Chinese language is increasing in the United States and around the world. A small but growing number of American parents are even 6 their children to bilingual Chinese immersion schools. Leianne Clements has no cultural connection to China, 7 her children are learning Chinese at the Yu Ying Public Charter School in Washington D.C. Ms. Clements thinks knowing Chinese could give her children a competitive 8.

    Clayton Dube, head of the U.S.-China Institute at the University of Southern California, thinks Chinese will grow in 9, especially for people who want to work and do business in China. “As China rises you can expect that more people will 10 the language. But is China going to replace English? I don't think so—certainly not in my 11, probably not in the next two, three, four generations.”

    Dube says American pop culture is one reason for English's 12 as a foreign language. “American movies, music, television, video games have 13 audiences ... So far China's success in this field has been very 14. Chinese films, Chinese television shows, Chinese music doesn't have a huge following outside of China.”

    Andres Martinez, a professor at Arizona State University, says that he 15 Chinese culture and expects the language to grow. But he says English, unlike Chinese, is not just 16 with one country, and will remain the global language.

    Chinese is also a more difficult language to learn. The U.S. Foreign Service Institute estimates it would take a 17 English speaker 2,200 hours to reach professional fluency in Chinese. That is four times 18 than it would take to reach the same level in Dutch, French, or Spanish. 19

    Chinese grammar is much simpler, Chinese has a tone and writing system that is more difficult for adult learners to master.

    A recent survey by Gallup showed that only one in four Americans is able to speak more than one language. For most Americans, Brits, and Australians, learning a foreign language is a(n) 20, not a necessary thing.

    The other night, I had to go to a meeting, which lasted past my daughter's bedtime. I 1 home and was brushing my teeth when I 2, and there on the bathroom mirror was a note in the  3 of a heart. It said, “Hi, Mom! I Love You. Laurel. ” 4, I cut a heart out of a piece of paper, and pasted(贴) a(n) 5 next to hers, saying, “I Love You, too, Laurel. Love, Mom”, which she 6 the next morning.

    Our family has 7 that by integrating(互相) writing into our 8 activities, we become more thoughtful of each other. Meanwhile, our daughter is learning to enjoy writing and becoming a(n) 9 writer.

    While teaching in a primary school, I 10 how influential parents can be as children learn to write. 11when our daughter first began to scribble（乱涂）, I became 12 by her work. I offered praise for her 13, for I found that scribbling is far more complex and important than I had 14. It was obvious that her scribbles,15 being lovely art objects, showed a lot about her 16 of the world of writing.

    Gradually, our family began writing a great deal. I sensed that writing helped Laurel learn 17 to read. As a matter of fact, by 18 my own child and her friends and by reading professional books, I became more and more 19 about how writing develops and how 20can help children become eager writers.

    Some people are afraid of starting a casual(随意的) conversation with a stranger because of a fear of not having anything interesting to say. Fear of refused is also a1for keeping silent. Small talk in a conversation can 2 as a way of warming up and getting to3each other. Most people, no matter 4 successful they are at work, will find the process of 5 small talk uncomfortable, even meaningless.6 , you will have a pretty small world 7 you refuse to let others in. Starting off with a casual comment or question will make others 8, and even just greeting them with a simple “hello” will often be enough.

    Once you have made the first 9 , there is no turning back. You need to keep things 10  before you can politely say goodbye. Think about what you would like to 11 with a new friend and that is what you can ask the other person about. Work, family, hobbies or interests are some12_points of discussion. To keep the ball rolling, you can show that you are really 13in what they are saying. Once you find common 14 of interest, things will certainly15 off from there.

    Small talk can16out to be a pleasant experience. The conversation 17 be brief and casual without turning into a long and boring discussion. Do not let yourself 18 the conversation. Stop worrying about how big of a fool you may appear to be. You may19 find out later on that you have the “20” of getting people to open up to you by engaging them in small talk.

    One summer night, my friends and I stole into the Jordan's backyard and started harvesting their sweet, juicy raspberries(树莓). We were enjoying every bite of the tasty berries when1, Mr. Jordan came charging outside.

    “What are you boys doing out here?” he shouted as my friends2in all directions. He3to catch one or two as they rushed past him, but they were too4for the older gentleman to catch. Within seconds, the boys5into the dark of the summer evening. All except me.

    However, speed was never my6. I took the tongue-lashing(痛骂)that Mr. Jordan gave me as he marched me down the block to my house, where my mother7and scolded me bitterly. My friends said they could8every colorful word she spoke from the darkness of our backyard, where they had gathered to celebrate their9and to observe my capture(捕获).

    They teased me about it for days afterwards,10all I could do was complain about how11it was that I was the only one who had to pay the price. After about a week of this, I complained to my father about the inequity of the12. Dad said, “You took raspberries without13, and you get exactly the punishment you14.”

    “But what about the guys?” I asked. “They didn't get15at all!”

    “That's not my16, nor should it be yours,” Dad said. “You can't17what happens to others. You can18deal with what happens to you. You made a19choice that night, and you were punished for it.”

    Through the years I come to20there is no guarantee that life will treat us fairly. That's why we can't get stuck in comparing our lives with the lives of others. Like Dad said, that isn't our concern.

    I was hungry, so I took my 8-year-old Shih Tzu, ”Jack”, on a walk to my favorite cafe, about a quarter-mile from my home. They have a nice outside patio（天井）area which* in the late afternoon, is usually1 I ordered a burger and iced tea and went outside to await my 2.

    While waiting for my meal, a homeless man on a bicycle 3 to ask if there was a grocery store in the neighborhood. After I gave him 4 he asked if I had graduated from Santa Clara University. I was wearing a SCU T-shirt at the time. I told him that I graduated from the university some time ago5 did I know that this simple response would 6a 90-minute conversation.

    The man, Michael, told me he was 50 years old. He was intelligent and very intelligent.7 drug use had derailed （使出轨）both his formal 8 and his pursuit of success in the world of work. He drifted from one topic to another,9 the fact that my lunch had been brought to me. He10 had more of a need to11than I did. I made every effort to give him my full attention, never expecting that our conversation would go on and on and on……

    Eventually, I did eat my meal, bite by bite 12 responses in our conversation. Michael was a bit “out there” in terms of his interests and 13. We had little in common, but he was14 talking with, as he 15 it, “intelligent people. “I consider myself fairly well-educated, but I don't think of myself as being overly 16. Rather, my “gift" is common sense.

    I have to admit that I wished our conversation had been17 ten or fifteen minutes, but 18 Michael finally rode off on his bike, he thanked me for listening so attentively to him and for my 19 to talk with him for so long. It was then that I realized that, just maybe, that was my20 in life for today—to be there, in that place, at that time, to engage in that conversation.

    It impressed me a lot, I never thought that little help will turn out to be the most satisfying thing I have ever done.

    One day I met a man on my way home. He was tired, and1 to climb further. With a broad2 he asked if I could help him with some money. He was paralyzed (瘫痪) in both legs and was 3 funds for some operation. He said that if operated successfully, he could 4a training guaranteeing him a job. I was full of 5 and even asked him to show his legs. I gave him the6 money. After a few days, he again came at my doorstep asking for more money for accommodation. This time I was more or less 7 he is not cheating me. I gave him some and said this is all I have.

    A year went by and I had moved to a(n)8 place. One fine day I got a call from an unknown number. Caller called out his name but I didn't 9 him. Then he said he is the very paralyzed person I helped a year ago.

    I asked him, “How are you doing now.” He said, “Sir, you recognize me not by my name but by my10state.” “With your kind help I am now able to 11 on my legs without support. I was operated 12I am married to a beautiful lady. Besides I have a good job and stable 13.

    I don't 14 remember if I gave him my phone number15 what he said next was touching. He said he wanted to return my money so that I didn't feel cheated and continue to help people 16 in the future. I don't know whether he read my facial expression the day I helped him but tears were 17 down my face. That day I18 him that I will continue to help people as I see a(n)19—small or big. It is the small event that makes a big 20 to my life.

    On January 13^th when I was cleaning the attic(阁楼) I saw a large box. It was 1 with a red pen--ROY. I chocked with2just looking at it. I had put the box up here in 1985 after my son, Roy, was 3in a hunting accident.

    After the funeral, I walked through the house, and 4various items, which I then placed in a box. It was too 5 to look at all the reminders of my son throughout the house, so I put them away for a(n)6 date. Now, over thirty years later, I thought perhaps I could view the items7.

    In the box I8 a folded piece of paper lying there. It was a hand- drawn 9 on notebook paper. Inside the heart were written the 10'Mom, I will love you until the cows come home-- and forever. Happy Valentine's Day.' Roy meant it as a 11 because we milked cows for a living. It was his way of telling me he 12 me.

    Roy made the 13 on Valentine's day 1985. I recall 14 it to the refrigerator, and it was15there the day he died on November 30, 1985. I put my head on my knees and 16. I cried for all I had17and all the years of life Roy had never known. I cried because there were so many things left undone and unsaid, but 18 I cried because I missed Roy so terribly much.

    Later, I began to 19 finding this Valentine a month before Valentine's day 2017. It's like Roy was20 me a Valentine wish of love all over again.

    There was a man who played the piano in a small bar. There were not too many 1, but because he was a good piano player, some people 2 came in every night just to hear him play. But one night, a patron (老主顾) told him he didn't want to hear him play but to sing a song.

    The man said, "I have never 3 that before in public. I think I'm 4at playing the piano."

    But the customer 5. He told the waiter, "I'm6 listening to the piano day after day. I want to hear something new and I want that guy to sing."

    The waiter7 across the room, "Hey, buddy! If you want to get 8 , sing a song. The patrons are asking you to sing!"

    9 in order to bring some money home that night, the piano player who had never sung in public did so for the very first time. And 10had ever heard the song Mona Lisa sung before 11 that night by Nat King Cole, and it surprised all, including the12 himself!

        He had talent he was 13 on! He may have lived the rest of his life as a no-name piano player in a no-name bar, but because he had to sing, he 14 to become one of the best-known entertainers in America.

    You, too, have skills and 15. You may not feel as if your "talent" is particularly 16, but it may be better than you think! And with persistence (坚持), most skills can be 17. Besides, you may as well have no ability at all if you sit on whatever talent you 18! The19 is not "What ability do I have that is useful?" It is 20 "How will I use whatever ability I have?".

The family had just moved to Rhode Island, and the young woman was feeling a little depressed on that Sunday in May. After all, it was Mother's Day—and 800 miles1 her from her parents in Ohio.

    She had called them that morning, to wish her a happy Mother's Day and her mother had2how colorful their backyard was3spring had arrived. Later, she told her husband how she4those lilacs (丁香花) in her parents' yard. “I know where we can find some,” he said, “Get the5and come on.” So off they went.

    Some time later, they stopped at a hill and there were lilacs all round. The young woman rushed up to the nearest6and buried her face in the flowers. Carefully, she7some. Finally, they returned to their car for the8home. The woman sat smiling, surrounded by her9.

    When they were near home, she shouted “stop”, got off quickly and10to a nearby nursing home. She went to the end of the porch (门廊), where a(n)11  patient was sitting in her wheelchair, and put the flowers into her lap. The two12, bursting into laughters now and then. Later the young woman turned and ran back to her  13. As the car pulled away, the woman in the wheelchair14with a smile, and held the lilacs15.

    “Mom,” the kids asked, “16did you give her our flowers?” “It is Mother's Day, and she seems so17while I have all of you. And anyone would be18 by flowers.”

    This satisfied the kids, but not the husband. The next day he19some young lilacs around their yard.

    I was the husband. Now, every May, our yard is full of lilacs. Every Mother's Day our kids20purple lilacs. And every year I remember that smile of the lonely old woman.

    One of the most important events in the modern Olympic Games is the Marathon(马拉松)race. The race 1 one of the great events in Greek history.

    In 490 B C. about 10,000 Greeks 2 against the Persian army at a place called Marathon. It is 3 that the Persians were ten times as4 as the Greeks. However, where there is a will, there is a way.5 the brave attack of the Greeks, the Persians were badly beaten and6away from the plain of Marathon. When the Persians had run away, a soldier, who was the most famous7in Athens, was 8 to carry the good news to the city and he was also asked to march at full speed.

    Although he had fought through the battle and 9many wounds, the soldier at once started off toward the 10 city 11 was twenty-six and a quarter miles from the plain of Marathon to the Marketplace of Athens, 12 there the elders of Athens had gathered 13 for news. He ran and ran over 14 and across plains. As he went on, his lips became 15 and his breathing hard, but when he thought of the 16 of the people of Athens on hearing the news, he 17 harder than ever.

    At last the elders of Athens heard a great shout and saw a soldier staggering(蹒跚) toward them.” Rejoice! Rejoice! We won!” said the soldier, and fell down 18.

    In19of this noble soldier and athlete, we have in the modern Olympic Games the Marathon race,20 the athletes run this same distance.

    To millions of readers, Jeff Zaslow was a bestselling author. But to me, Jeff was a(a) 1 mentor（导师）who gave countless hours of his time and energy to 2 authors.

    When I was in middle school, Jeff and his family 3 near our house. At a neighborhood party, I was a 4 kid playing basketball alone. Jeff walked over, introduced himself to me. He took a true interest in getting to 5 me, asking about my hobbies. Although we had just met, I had the 6 that this new neighbor truly cared about me.

    Looking back, Jeff was the first adult who 7 me like a peer（同龄人）, and it helped me find my confidence. At the time, I had no 8 that Jeff would become a mentor to me or that I would enter the writing 9.

    Twenty years later, I decided to 10 my first book. In search of 11 on developing a plan, I 12 to Jeff. Less than three hours later, his 13 landed in my mailbox. He invited me to call him any time, day or night. He asked me 14 questions and listened to my responses.

    When I started writing, I 15 Jeff's work as a model and his personal example as a reminder of what it meant to put other people first.

    In 2012, before I finished writing my book, Jeff lost his 16 in a car accident. I missed the 17 to tell him what an influence he had on me—not only as a writer, but as a role model for how to live a good life.

    Jeff Zaslow never got the chance to give his last 18. I don't know what he would have 19, but I know how he would have made you 20 during the talk. He would have amused you with humor and encouraged you to seek for the most meaningful moments in life.

    One day, I drove into a service station to get some gas. It was a beautiful day and I was feeling 1 . As I paid for the gas, the attendant said, "How do you feel?" That seemed like a 2 question, but I felt fine and told him so. "You don't look 3." he replied and continued to tell me my skin appeared 4.

    By the time I left, I was a little 5 . About a block away, I 6 to the side of the road to look at my face 7 the mirror. Was everything all right? Had I picked up 8 rare disease? By the time I got home, I was beginning to feel a slight 9 somewhere in my body.

    The next time I went into that gas station, I 10 what had happened: The place had recently been painted a bright yellow, and the light reflecting off the walls made everyone inside 11 as though they were sick! That was the truth. 12 , I let that short conversation change my attitude for an entire day. His 13 observation affected the way I felt and acted.

    This experience made me think a lot. It is the same with life, in which attitude 14. The way we look at life determines how we feel and how we 15. If we expect something to turn out 16 , it probably will. But the 17 also works in reverse. If we expect good things to happen, they 18 do. An optimistic attitude, I believe, is not a luxury but a(an) 19. So after that, I chose to highlight the 20 throughout the rest of my life.

The True Story of Treasure Island

    It was always thought that the adventure (冒险) novel Treasure Island was the product of Robert Louis Stevenson's imagination. 1, recent research has found the true story of this exciting work.

    Stevenson, a Scotsman, had lived 2 for many years. In 1881 he returned to Scotland for a 3. With him were his American wife Fanny and his son 4.

    Each morning Stevenson would take them out for a 5 over the hills. They had been 6 this for several days before the weather suddenly took a turn for the worse. Kept indoors by the heavy rain, Lloyd felt the days 7. To keep the boy happy, Robert asked the boy to do some 8.

    One morning, the boy came to Robert with a beautiful map of an island, Robert 9 that the boy had drawn a large cross in the middle of 10. “What's that?" he asked. "That's the11 treasure," said the boy. Robert suddenly12something of an adventure story in the boy's13. While the rain was pouring, Robert sat down by the fire to write a story. He would make the14a twelve-year-old boy, just like Lloyd. But who would be the pirate (海盗)？

    Robert had a good friend named Henley, who walked around with the15 of a wooden leg. Robert had always wanted to 16 such a man in a story. 17, Long John Silver, the pirate with a wooden leg, was 18.

    So, thanks to a 19 September in Scotland, a friend with a wooden leg, and the imagination of a twelve-year-old boy, we have one of the greatest 20 stories in the English language.

I'm sitting at the airport watching people in the last minutes before their loved ones arrive or depart.

A woman is running in circles trying to gather family members together for a 1. When the final moment comes before 2, she wraps her arms around her son, giving him a 3 hug that should protect him until she 4.

I sit with a book in my hands, waiting for my turn to leave, 5 because the ones I love have a different 6 from mine.

I think of other departures and arrivals. I 7 seeing my daughter. I wrapped myself around her as if she'd been 8. That year she was in her first year at university, coming home for the first time.

Today my flight is two hours late. When my flight is 9 called  I gather my book and luggage. 10 there is no one to see me off, I do not 11 to see where I have come from. 12, I think of my husband at work 13 if I have left yet.

As I head towards the plane, I find myself 14 yet another arrival and departure. That year, my 91-year-old grandfather died. After returning from his funeral, I arrived at the airport 15. My husband of only a year was waiting at the gate to take me in his arms. Because of my tears, 16 was looking at us, but I didn't 17.

Life needs the important 18 all the time. I wish that all the people who went on a 19 could come back to find someone 20 them. I also wish they could leave with someone to see them off.

Last night my husband and I were walking in a nearby parking lot, when we saw a man bent over on the ground, crushing something with a rock. He was so1 on his task that he didn't look up at anyone passing by. We kept noticing him and2 what he could be doing. 

3 we decided to go up and ask him. He was crushing pieces of leftover bread that he had4 to prepare food for the birds that come there early morning. The large pieces of bread would be5 for the birds to eat, so he crushed them into powder. Every6 , after coming home from his job, he goes around the villa collecting leftover bread. 

He then eats a quick meal and comes here, and spends the next 1-2 hours7 crushing each piece and makes a neat pile for the birds. He has been doing this for the last 3-4 years. What8 us more was that he was9 that we were even taking an interest in this, since for him it wasn't a big10 .

When we asked him what encouraged him to do this act of11 , he said, "It's just something12 I do, so that the leftover bread doesn't go into the rubbish and the birds get food." We13 his story with the hope that it would14 us to be aware of leftovers too and that it might15 someone to start something similar in their own area.

Life is full of surprises. Happily, this was the1for 18-year-olds Odin Frost and Jordan Granberry. The two boys from Texas were both given low chances of2at birth due to brain damage, but they went beyond doctors highest3to become high school graduates.

Their story was actually sweet, as their strong4came about after meeting at a school for children with5needs at age 3. Sitting together, the two boys became6, even though they couldn't speak, Odin's dad Tim said.

Tim also shared that when Odin came out, he was7breathing. It was a really hard labor (分娩). The doctors gave their son a high chance of death. Jordan had a8story at birth: Unable to breathe due to lack of oxygen, he9brain damage. His mom Donna shared how doctors believed he'd not10it beyond his seventh birthday.

11, both boys went from strength to strength. At school, although both were non-verbal  (非 用言语的), music was a way for them to12with each other.

"When my son started walking and Jordan didn't, they still had a connection. My son would try to13and push Jordan's wheelchair. "Tim said.

14, after 15 years of fighting against the difficulties, the two best friends got to graduate and walked on the stage. 15by his dad and wearing matching shirts, Odin went to have his hard work 16Although he couldn't express verbally how he was feeling, Tim said he could feel his17as he held his hand. Then Jordan also appeared on the stage. After the 18 , the boys sat together for a group photo.

Their19is a testimony (见证) to the encouragement and devotion of the boy's families. It also20that where there's life, there's always hope.

As the saying goes, roses given, fragrance in hand. I am always in the 1 of giving money to every beggar I pass by. My friends say beggars have their ability to 2 and my act shouldn't be encouraged. It 3 them that I never listen.

On a rainy day, my friend and I were walking to the bus stop 4 I passed a beggar lady. I had seen her several times before and had always given her a few 5. That day, I gave her two Euros. I was waiting for the bus and reading a book when I 6 to see that lady standing in front of me. She handed me a piece of paper covered in a plastic bag to prevent it from getting 7. She stood there, looking at me 8. I took the paper, which 9 she and her family had to leave their country because of floods, and she was 10 to support them. She had got a bit of money, but she needed five 11 Euros to get home. I reached into my pockets and found twenty cents. My friend took out a five Euro note. I asked her to give it to the lady, and said that I would 12 the next day. When she got the money, the lady hugged us and said thanks, and went on her way. Later on the bus, I wondered where her home was and 13 she had gotten to this country. In her story, I felt that my friend and I would always remain part of it as the 14 who helped her get home on a rainy day. But for me, helping a stranger did bring me happiness, giving me a pleasant 15.

When you teach first grade, you spend a lot of time developing fluency in everything. Yet my most 1 lesson in fluency occurred on our school's playground and my student was the teacher while I was the 2.

Years ago I had a little boy in my class from a non-English speaking home. He was very 3 and shy. I wasn't 4 how much he understood me and I was 5 worried that he stood by himself at breaktime and did not 6. I tried to talk to him, but he would turn away and shut his eyes to 7 from me.

I decided to ask an outgoing girl to 8 me. I asked if she would try to get him to play and I 9 gave suggestions on how she could start communicating with him. She 10my arm to stop my talking and said. "Don't worry. I speak Kid. "

I stood there all alone, silently 11 her running off. It took less than a minute for the two new friends to run off hand in hand, 12 joining in a game.

I often think of that small 13 at breaktime, about what I learned and how 14 it is for all teachers to speak Kid. We must be ready to learn from our students because those "teachable moments" are for the 15, as well as our kids.

The insistent knock on the door brought me quickly from my kitchen. With my children down for a nap, I 1 to answer before they were all awakened. We had just moved here and I couldn't 2 who it would be. I opened the door and a crack revealed an old man dressed in dirty clothing.

"Can I help you?" I asked, hoping he had the wrong 3.

"Would you like to buy some fresh garden vegetables?" His voice was trembling but his eyes were 4. I wondered if he badly needed the bit of money he was asking for his 5. "I'm Mr. Locket living around the corner. My wife 6 and my children live far away," he 7. Later we knew that the need for companionship had sent him door to door 8 selling fruits and vegetables and ours was the only door opened to him.

As days went on, Mr. Locket became a 9 visitor. Every day he read books in our big chair with my children curled up on his lap. When they took an afternoon nap, he would 10 his head on the back of the chair. In his quiet and gentle way, he endeared himself to each child. 11 the name "Grandpa Locket" slipped into our conversations.

Three years later, we had to move to Ontario. He arrived as usual that morning. "Mr. Locket," I tried to 12 the news in a gentle way, "You've become a (n) 13 part of this family, but…" Tears glistened in the corners of his eyes.

"I 14 to keep in touch with you and . . . " My throat tightened. He nodded 15 softly said "Thank you for all your kindness to an old man. When I needed a family, you 16 me. " With tears, we all hugged him 17.

About a year later, a small 18 from Mr. Locket's daughter was delivered to our home. She informed us that our dear old friend had died. "I'm so grateful for your loving care for my father," she wrote, "I can see how much you 19 to him, too." Actually, we're also grateful for the 20 love that swept into our lives the moment we opened that door.

When I was still in grade school, my father taught me to fold paper cranes (鹤). As a child, I was totally1in the simple paper form that magically moved its wings if I pulled the tail. It's a memory that has2me and a skill that I have taught others. I remember

3for an awards ceremony for the college where I served as president. We couldn't

4flowers for all the tables; we didn't have much of a budget.

"How about paper cranes?" I5. None of these gifted students had6with the way to make them, so they all7their first paper-folding lesson from me. Almost everyone got the8of it, but much discouragement followed when they saw how9I could do as they were still doing clumsily. When we first learn a skill it's often a little10, until we practice and eventually gain11.

The teacher needs skill, patience and12, the students need desire, and the task needs to be meaningful. This process13to all education really. Sometimes there is a14if the teacher expects the students to progress faster than they are15. Sometimes the teacher shows strong excitement but the students show no16.

Learning can be hard, but it can also make us17just like caffeine (咖啡因). When we start with young children, setting off those sparks (火花) of18and then tending the flame with love, education19. Repetition and gradual development20our fully understanding of the skills and knowledge.