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Cathy and I met a few days after I first arrived in China. I was walking around the English academy which had 1me, introducing myself to my new colleagues, most of whom were Chinese. I entered Cathy's2 , saw her, and immediately felt some 3 and happy emotions. She 4 so kind, yet professional. I couldn't stop smiling like a (n) 5 . After introducing ourselves and exchanging6 questions, I asked whether she knew anyone who could7 me in Chinese. She said she could, and 8 to meet after work.
We sometimes exchanged non-romantic texts in the evening. After a couple9, I invited her to my apartment. I was very nervous. Later, I asked if she would consider 10 me. She didn't immediately 11, but said she would tell me the next day. I found it very difficult to 12, but wait I did.
This was a13 difference. In American culture, starting to date someone is not a bit important 14, but I think in Chinese culture it is. Well, she said “yes”, and so we spent lots of time together, and 15 love. I asked her to 16 me about 6 or 7 months later.
We had a Chinese style 17 in Cathy's hometown. My parents came, and it was great. It went really 18. Everyone was very 19. It was a very fun and interesting 20 for me, very different from a Western style wedding.
One summer,when I was little,my dad built me a lemonade stand（柠檬水摊位）.On sunny days I'd1the stand outside the local car wash with a cooler and my little black safe（保险箱）.I didn't get many customers2I always had fun.
One3I did have was an elderly gentlemen who4across the street from the car wash.He would come every day and5a glass of lemonade for his wife.Even though I only625 cents,he always paid7with a $1 Sacagawea coin.So I built up quite a collection by the end of that8!
Now,as a college student,I make it a9to stop at as10lemonade stands as I can,always paying11than the kids charge me.This has been going on for12three years now.But this week,I didn't have any13with me when I stopped at a little girl's stand.I14around in my car frantically（疯狂地）and finally opened up one of my boxes.I opened it up and sure enough,there were my Sacagawea coins.I almost shut the lid（盖子）again because they15so much to me,but then I realized that that was16why I had to pay with the coin.When I gave that17girl the shiny gold coin,I said "You should keep this one,they don't make them anymore!".And her18lit up.As I drove away,I saw her running to her sister to show her the19and I knew that I had made her just as20as I was when I was a little girl.
At a battle, we walked slowly through the wet grass, our eyes searching for the enemy. 1, machine gun fire broke the 2. We hit the ground,3from the shots by a low stone wall a few feet ahead.
My radioman called the commander to 4as I ordered two soldiers to help me locate and knock out the 5. While I crouched( 屈 膝 ) on one knee to talk to my guys, I heard an explosion — and then I was on my6.
＂Jack! Jack! You've been 7!＂ the radioman shouted.
Two rescuers tied me to a stretcher (担架). In an aid station, a doctor put a bandage (绷带) over my8 knee. Some time later came a nurse's shout, ＂Wake up, Jack! You've got to get on a9— you're flying to a hospital in England!＂
I became 10 . All my possessions lay in a11pile of equipment. I could12everything after the war except the photo of my new bride, Ellen, which I13carried with me.
＂I'm not going until I14my wife's picture again, ＂ I said. ＂It's in the gas mask cover you15 from me.＂
I knew the nurse could 16me go, but instead she said, ＂OK, I'll see if I can find it,＂ then17out to search through the piles. Finally she came running 18back. ＂I've got it!＂ she shouted, waving the picture in her hand.
How she found it I'll never 19, but I'm glad she did. That photograph comforted me through20 times. Now, 69 years later, it sits on my bedside table.
Yesterday, I posted a story and afterwards donated a little money after I read others' sad stories. Later, as I got into bed and completed my1 and self-examination on the day, I came to the realization that I was 2money. Wow! It was just a 3 to see this in myself.
It is 4 enough that in the real world I have money in the bank but don't give away 5 . I don't have a lot of money,6 enough to pay my bills and help my daughters. Also I save some money for a 7 day. I know I could give more but 8 and fed some comfort in a little pile of money. I'm quite 9 to see in myself that it is hard to practice the beautiful 10 in the real world. The belief is that the needs of people 11 are more important than having a little pile of money to feel 12 with.
So here I was doing the same 13 thing-saving but not giving away much money! With so many people waiting to be helped, it was pretty terrible for me to 14 how much I 15 seeing that little pile of money in my hands. I have already16 today that even if it is hard to give it all away in the real world, I am going to guarantee more17will come my way.
There will always be enough money for me. I am not going to let 18 pile up anymore. I am going to give it away when I19 it because love is 20 what makes the world go round.
A young English teacher saved the lives of 30 students when he took1of a bus after its driver suffered a serious heart attack. Guy Harvold, 24, had 2the students and three course leaders from Gatwick airport, and they were travelling to Bournemouth to3 their host families. They were going to 4 a course at the ABC Language School in Bournemouth where Harvold works as a teacher.
Harvold, who has not 5his driving test, said, “I was speaking to the students 6 I realized the bus was out of control.” The bus ran into trees at the side of the road and he 7 the driver was slumped (倒伏) over the 8 The driver didn't 9He was unconscious. The bus hit a lamp post and it broke the glass on the front door before Harvold 10 to bring the bus to a stop. Police 11 the young teacher's quick thinking. If he hadn't reacted 12there could have been a terrible13.
The bus driver never regained 14 and died at Easy Surrey Hospital. He had worked regularly with the 15and was very well regarded by the teachers and students. Harvold said, “It was16 that no one else was hurt, but I hoped that the driver would17.
The head of the language school told the local newspaper that the school is going to send Harvold on a weekend 18to Dublin with a friend, thanking him for his 19. A local driving school has also offered him six 20 driving lessons.
According to a Chinese saying, he who doesn't reach the Great Wall of China is never a great man.
Growing up in Beijing I1 its historical sites and natural attractions perfectly well. However, I'd 2 climbed the Great Wall before until recently. I, along with my friends3for the top. We soon discovered that the hike was much more 4 than we had imagined. But we didn't 5.It took us about two hours to finally6 where we had wanted to get to.
As I 7 at the top of the Great Wall, I looked back at the waves of8 walking to the top. At that moment, I saw an amazing 9 that would forever change my opinion on humans' limits. I saw young couples carrying their children, walking10 but surely towards the top. They would stop once in a while to take a11 under the hot sun.
As I stood there, I began to 12 words that can describe us humans. If one would like to describe Giraffes (长颈鹿), he/she would use words such as 13 and long-necked -But what about us? I took another look down below and my 14began to gather, persevering (坚持不懈的), determined, and 15As these words came into my mind, I 16 that it was not appearance or physical characteristics that should define (定义) us humans, but the 17 that we share.
I don't know if I became a 18 man after returning from this 19 according to the Chinese saying20 I surely returned as a more thoughtful person.
Hello, Mr. Wi-Fi. Life without you is next to impossible now. We're happy to sing your name from morning till evening, sometimes till dawn. 1 I know you help me, sometimes you're making me do things with 2 attention. Many times I promise myself that I'll 3 my feelings towards you, but you're 4 me closer and closer...You've entered both my home and my 5, You're just a window for our 6 and information. But we people aren't 7 only with the window. So we open all our 8 for you. Is this a(n) 9 or some kind of attachment? If this is an illness, is it curable？And if this is an attachment, will you 10 me the lifelong togetherness?
We want you all the time. Can't you take a few days off so that both you and I can 11？You're a poison—not a slow one but a super 12 poison which holds our mind and makes us dance 13 its tune. Nowadays you're so 14 that anyone can buy and make you our 15. You'll never worry about our health but we'll 16 be concerned about your “health”.Because you accompany us everywhere and never let us be alone.
If you were a 17 person made of flesh and blood (血肉之躯) would we love you the same? You 18 us with your great talents and we even can't get rid of you. We're all your 19. Sometimes I wonder how people in the previous generations 20, but if they did why can't we?
Todd Jones is a 15yearold student from Washington, D.C. In a chat room called Webfriends, he started talking to someone 1 to be a 13yearold junior high school student in Texas named Josh. For several weeks, they chatted online about their hobbies and quickly 2. Then Josh started telling Todd about his 3. He said that his father had lost his job and his grandmother was very ill. 4 money was urgently needed, he wondered if Todd could help. Feeling bad for his new friend, Todd transferred(转账) $50 to Josh's bank account.
Two weeks later, Josh asked Todd for $50 to help pay for school supplies like notebooks. 5, Todd sent the money. Over the next month, Josh asked Todd for money five times, for a total of $300. Gradually, Todd was beginning to feel 6 of his chat room friend. He turned to Bob Howard, a cybercrime specialist at the police department. After some checking, Howard discovered that Todd's chat room friend was not 13yearold Josh from Texas but 38yearold David Klein from New York. As it 7, Klein had made friends with more than twenty middle school students in different chat rooms, using a different 8 each time. By claiming to be poor or ill, Klein had 9 more than $3, 000 from these students.
Howard urges everyone to be 10 when they visit chat rooms: "Never send money to someone you meet online or meet online friends in person."
It was a snowy day. I 1 the friend who sat with me on winter evenings, talking about our experiences and thoughts—a true 2.
I had almost given up hope of finding another 3 like that after I 4 to this city. I wanted to invite a woman I'd met only twice to come share my dinner, 5 she lived an hour away, and it was snowing. I was sure she wouldn't 6 to come. However, I decided to have a try. So I made the 7.
"Don't feel you have to come if you don t want to."
"Is it snowing? I have a 8, and I'm in bed. I'll think about it later, if that's OK with you"
"Of course it is. And here are your 9, if you decide to come. I've just been shopping, so I can 10 you macaroni and cheese or fresh vegetable salad."
There was a 11 for a moment. She was thinking
"Since I'm sick, not the macaroni and cheese. Too rich for a cold. I 12 the vegetables," she said, "Vegetables. If it's not snowing too hard."
An hour before dinner, the phone rang.
"I've 13. I've been in bed all day. Looking forward to the 14."
I was 15.
An hour later, she 16, holding a piece of chocolate.
We sat by the fireplace, eating and chatting. The smell of the vegetables filled the house. And we 17 love, art and travels. Everything was warm and good.
As she left, she said. "Those vegetables were delicious. They kept me from 18 I didn't choose macaroni and cheese."
"Next time," I promised. And I went inside, quite 19 , because I knew there would be a next time, and I didn't feel 20 anymore."
Another person's enthusiasm was what set me moving toward the success I have achieved. That person was my stepmother.
I was nine years old when she entered our home in rural Virginia. My father 1 me to her with these words: "I would like you to meet the fellow who is2 for being the worst boy in this county and will probably start throwing rocks at you no 3than tomorrow morning."
My stepmother walked over to me, 4 my head slightly upward, and looked me right in the eye. Then she looked at my father and replied, "You are 5.This is not the worst boy at all, 6the smartest one who hasn't yet found an outlet(释放的途径)for his enthusiasm."
That statement began a(n) 7 between us. No one had ever called me smart, My family and neighbors had built me up in my 8 as a bad boy. My stepmother changed all that.
She changed many things. She 9 my father to go to a dental school, from which he graduated with honors. She moved our family into the county seat, where my father's career could be more 10 and my brother and I could be better 11.
When I turned fourteen, she bought me a secondhand 12 and told me that she believed that I could become a writer. I knew her enthusiasm, I 13 it, and I saw how it had already improved our lives. I accepted her 14 and began to write for local newspapers. I was doing the same kind of 15that great day I went to interview Andrew Carnegie and received the task which became my life's work later. I wasn't the 16beneficiary (受益者).My father became the 17man in town. My brother and stepbrothers became a physician, a dentist, a lawyer, and a college president.
What power 18 has! When that power is released to support the certainty of one's purpose and is 19strengthened by faith, it becomes an irresistible(不可抗拒的)force which poverty and temporary defeat can never 20.
You can communicate that power to anyone who needs it. This is probably the greatest work you can do with your enthusiasm.
Last year, I was invited to participate in a carnival for Tuesday's Child, an organization that helps children with AIDS.
All the children that had gathered at one particular room could 1 a square on a piece of cloth. Later the squares would be sewn(缝) together to2a quilt. The quilt would be 3 to a man who had 4 his life to the 5 and would soon be retiring.
The kids were given paints in bright colors and asked to paint something6would make the quilt 7. As I looked around at all the squares, I saw pink hearts, blue clouds, orange sunrises and red flowers. The pictures were all bright and inspiring. All 8 one.
One boy was painting a heart, but it was dark and lifeless. It 9 the bright colors that his fellow artists had used. I asked why. He told me that he was very 10 and so was his mom. He said that his sickness was not ever going to get better and neither was his mom's. He looked 11 into my eyes and said, "There is no hope in my life."
I told him I was sorry and I could understand why he had made his heart a dark color. I told him that 12 we couldn't make him better, we can give 13, which can really help when you are feeling sad. I told him that if he would like, I would be 14 to give him one so he could see what I meant. 15, he crawled into my lap. I thought my own heart would burst for this sweet little boy.
He sat there for a long time. Finally he 16 down to finish his coloring.
As I was getting ready to 17 home, I felt a tug (猛拽) on my jacket. Standing there was the little boy, 18. He said, "My heart is changing 19. It is getting brighter. I think those hugs really do 20."
On my way home I felt my own heart. It too had changed to a brighter color.
A lady and her husband stepped off the train in Boston. They walked without an appointment into the outer 1 of Harvard's president. But they were 2 by his secretary and kept waiting. For hours, the secretary took no notice of them, 3 that the couple would finally become 4 and go away. But they didn't. The secretary finally decided to disturb the president, though 5 .
A few minutes later, the president walked towards the couple with a 6 face. The lady told him, "We had a son that 7 Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was 8 here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to 9 a memorial (纪念物)to him, somewhere on campus."
The president wasn't 10. Instead, he was shocked. "Madam," he said, "we can't put up a statue for every person who studied at Harvard and died. If we did, this 11 would look like a cemetery (墓地)"Oh, no," the lady 12 quickly. "We don't want to put up a statue. We would like to give a 13 to Harvard." The president rolled his eyes and 14 at the couple and then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any 15 how much a building costs? We have spent over $ 7,500,000 on the campus building at Harvard." For a moment the lady was silent. The president was 16 , because he could get rid of them now. Then the lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it costs to start a 17 ? Why don't we just start our own?" Her husband nodded. 18 their offer was turned down, Mr. and Mrs. Stanford traveled to California where they founded the University that 19 their name, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer 20 about.
I used to be the shyest person in the world. I 1behind my older sister, whenever I had to speak to a (n) 2person-including the McDonald's cashier, or even a distant relative.
3asked to speak in class, I could hardly 4, much less speak. Even among the few friends I had, my high, timid (羞怯的) 5earned me jokes-about being a girl.
Then in the seventh grade, my sister suggested I 6voice lessons. After a little bit of 7, I did-as long as it stayed a secret. I began a series of vocal (发声的) 8. After exercising a lot, I finally gained 9in my voice.
A few months later, I was asked to sing for some retired people. I thought I would do better than before 10the voice lessons. I opened my mouth and -nothing. I couldn't remember the 11of the song! My face turned hot. The 12pianist whispered a prompt (提示), and I remembered just enough to keep singing.
Then the thought 13me: I've embarrassed (尴尬)myself enough in front of this14. There's really nothing else to15. So in my second song, I just16and felt the energy of the song lift me. And I did much better.
After that, I started singing to myself as 17as I could in my own room. That's something I would never have done before.
On a recent school trip, I was asked to sing again. It was 18how much people liked my singing. One classmate 19said that I should be in the school's talent show.
I am not a shy person any more. 20has made me more outgoing. Today, I'm almost a loudmouth. I can meet people without being afraid. I can also stand in front of the whole class and give a big speech. I am proud of myself.
Mrs. Hudson walked into the classroom with a girl limping (瘸着走) behind her. She introduced, "This is Margaret. She just moved here from Florida. Let's1her." The teacher guided her2to a front seat, then bent over and3something in her ear. Finishing explaining the math problems, Mrs. Hudson4, "Break time. See you in ten minutes. "
Boys5first. "Today, let's meet at the far end of the sidewalk. And make sure the new girl doesn't follow us!" I said. After a while, I came back to the 6. I wanted to find out if Mrs. Hudson liked my book report. With her usual big smile, she began, "Jack, you are a good person." Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I was a little7that Mrs. Hudson liked me so much. Her8let me know how much she appreciated having me around. My teacher continued in her quiet voice, "That's9I am sure you will invite Margaret to play with you today."
Her10words sounded like frozen knives aiming at my heart. Could she possibly suspect what we had been saying about Margaret? Could she know how awful I was? Then I managed to11Margaret in our group. While many school memories have faded over the years, the 12Mrs. Hudson taught me has stayed with me. Mrs. Hudson gently guided me,13me to do the right thing. She believed in me, and14what she did, I rose to the level of her15, both for Margaret long ago and even later in my choice of career.
For the past ten years, my dad and I have attended the same school — he as an administrator and I as a student. Our relationship, in and out of school, has been totally unpredictable.
When I was younger, all that my dad said was doctrine (信条) and anything he did I, 1, copied. We played games together, and stayed up late reading bedtime stories. I could2my dad taking me to school, running into him3during the day and riding home with him every afternoon.
As I grew older, we were not as4as we used to be. He wasn't cool any more. He wore his socks too high, listened to5country music and laughed too loudly in front of my friends. He became a total embarrassment.
However, the6that happened in school were even worse. The worst one happened in seventh grade. My dad came to our New Year party, 7as Donald Duck, guitar in hand, singing silly songs. Just kill me! I wanted to run away.
This8continued into high school 
but we began to find a balance. Things started to9around the time of my 10th-grade physics project. The10was to build a wood bridge with the best strength-to-weight ratio (比率). All the students and physics teachers11. So did my dad, the only administrator! Embarrassed, as usual, I12the scene. 13, later when I learned from my friends that my dad14all competitors and won everyone's admiration, I found that mixed in with my15was a touch of pride.
I had needed someone else to show me what I16in my dad. It wasn't the fact that he'd won; it was more than that. I began to17that we have many of the same values and sometimes the same opinions. No matter how much I had tried to18him, he still influenced me.
I feel19to have such an unusual father. The20I have developed with my dad over the years has enabled me to look back and see how I've grown.
A Labrador has been doing an important job to help people stay safe during the COVID-19 pandemic.
Eight-year-old Roby runs through the streets of the hilly city of Medellin several times a day with a 1 in his jaws, taking vegetables, fruit and packaged foods to customers of the Fresh4U mini-market.
"He helps us to maintain social distancing," said Roby' owner, Sherry Botero. "And people 2 it when we send the dog." Roby enjoys eating carrots 3 to him by customers, a tip for bringing a basket of food.
Roby wasn't always a star. He was accepted into the family 4 by Ms Botero after repeated requests by her son to 5 a dog.
But Ms Botero quickly 6 with the dog. And when she opened a mini-market four years ago, he started to accompany her to make deliveries.
Roby can't read 7. But he remembers the names of customers who have previously rewarded him with treats. And with some practice, he has learned to go to their houses on his own.
"He knows the names of five or six of our customers," Ms Botero said, "So I send the goods with a receipt in the basket, and my customers 8 me through a bank transfer(转账；转移)."
Roby might not know that he's become an 9 worker. But he is happy to help his owner and 10 his daily pay.
My childhood and adolescence were a joyous outpouring of energy, an endless pursuit for expression, skill, and experience. 1 was only a background to the great delight of lessons in music, dance, and dramatics.
Then one night at a high school dance, a remark, not intended for my 2, injured my youthful happiness: "That girl, what a pity she is blind." Blind! A(n) 3 word that implied everything dark, blank and helpless. 4 I turned and called out, "Please don't feel sorry for me, I'm having lots of fun."5 the fun was not to last.
In college years, I began to struggle with the problem of earning a living. Part-time teaching of piano and occasional giving concerts proved only 6 sources of economic support. In terms of time and effort involved, the financial return was 7. Self-doubt and dark moods sparked within me. 8 to my misery was the repeated experience of knowing my sisters and friends dating excitedly. How 9 I was to my piano, 10 I could dissolve (分散) my frustration, accompanied by Chopin, Brahms, and Beethoven.
Then one day, I met a girl, an army nurse, whose faith was to change my life. As our acquaintance 11 into friendship, she sensed my 12. She said, "Stop knocking on closed doors. I know your opportunity will come. You're trying too hard. Why don't you relax? And have you ever tried 13?" The idea was strange to me. I had always believed that if you wanted 14, you had to go and get it for yourself. Yet, my sincerity and hard work had yielded poor returns, so I was 15 to try anything else. Self-consciously, I performed the daily practice of prayer. I said, "God, show me the 16 for which You sent me to this world.
In the years to follow, the answers began to arrive, satisfying 17 my most optimistic expectation. One of the answers was Enchanted Hills, where my 18 friend and I had the privilege of seeing blind children come alive in God's out-of-doors. 19 are the sources of pleasure and comfort I have found in friendship, and most important of all, I 20 closer to God and, through Him, to immortality (永生).
One of Max's favorite daily activities is helping his mom carry in any 1 that arrive on their doorstep. But when his 2 received a new hommock (吊床), the hobby gave Max an unusual 3.
Not 4 the trouble Max had gotten himself into, Traci, Max's mother, was upstairs with her 2-year-old daughter when she heard some 5 coming from the front porch. The 40-pound little boy had 6 to lift the large and heavy package and 7 found himself pinned(被压制) by it.
"I was 8 I was going to fall down the stairs." Max said later. "I was saying 'Help!' and then the package man just came back and 9 the box."That "package man" is a delivery truck driver and Chicago—area dad named Marco Angel. In a video 10 by the family's ring doorbell camera, it's 11 that Marco is an everyday hero!
"He didn't think twice." Max's dad said. "He came rushing. It was pretty cool." Marco was quick to attribute(把……归因于) his swift action to his years of 12 as a father.
"I pictured my boys in his situation," Marco explained. "13, I will go into full dad mode to make sure the kid is 14."
15 Max, other than some temporary aches and a bit of a scare, he's back in tip-top shape!
In high school Norman Greenstein was a productive doodler (涂鸦手), and created lots of paintings. When he1his works to his teacher, the teacher responded, "The problem with modern art is that you can2on a canvas (画布) and call it art. "Norman felt so disappointed, but he3parted with art over the years.
After his4, Norman spared no efforts to5his wife and three children with devotion. Although life was sometimes hard for him, it didn't ruin his 6for creative expression. After being diagnosed with Parkinson's disease, the 65-year-old social worker, decided to turn his7diagnosis into a positive opportunity to8a lifelong dream.
With the help of his son, Norman was able to start a9involving his whole family, in order to make his own works10by all people around him, as well as his 11experience of fighting against Parkinson's disease.
In 2021, an online12was launched to feature the colorful canvases and he also13a memoir (回忆录) called Spit on a Canvas: the Journey of the Parkinson's Painter. Meanwhile, Norman began selling his first paintings, with galleries exhibiting his works. The team is also14releasing Norman's first digital NFT art collection. 20% of the15has been donated to two Parkinson's research foundations.
I don't have many secrets because I'm a terrible liar. But there was one huge secret that I had 1 for years—I failed my driving test. I had never failed a test before，and had never even come 2. My parents 3 up for driving lessons for me. I had got a perfect score for my written exam，but getting behind the wheel was a different 4.
But when October 30th 5 around, my pride set in. I wanted to 6 the brandnew license I would get. Looking back on that special day，I can't 7 if I was nervous. What I do remember is starting the test，pausing at a stop sign after a few 8 ， and being asked by the instructor to pull over. I had received an autofail since my pause was indeed a pause and not a real stop. But I told everyone I didn't take the test on my birthday.
One Friday a month later，I went to the test spot again and 9. Later that night I 10 for the first time by myself，which brought me an amazing feeling I've never experienced—but still，I couldn't 11 telling anyone the truth. So I didn't. It wasn't until midway through college life that I came clean. And I 12 enough courage to speak the 13 out.
Now I realize 14 and imperfection are two things everyone has to experience，without which one couldn't become a 15 man.
