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    I remember quite well a day 17 years ago. That day, our twin sons, Chad and Brad, 1 their car and left home to attend college. I realized that our 2 would soon become a "table for two". 3 , the boys would come home on the weekends, but 4 , I knew our family life would never be exactly the same again.

    The boys walked around each room to 5 they hadn't forgotten anything they needed. I packed a cooler with 6 and their favorite cold snacks. I found a box and filled it with essential 7 items. I thought they might go to bed hungry that night. I 8 my wallet and placed the little bit of 9 I had in their hands.

    We all walked 10. Chad and Brad gave me big 11 and quickly got into their car. I 12 as they drove away. When their car was 13, I sat down on the driveway and cried 14 than I had cried in a long time. My husband Roy tried to 15 me, but I could see grief in his eyes, as well.

    There are many parents who would 16 this period. Bittersweet feelings will be 17 while I cannot explain them adequately. I can still remember 18 I felt when we began that new chapter in our lives.

    19 time going by, however, Roy and I are now accustomed to our table for two and we enjoy our lives together. I have to admit I still miss our children and the old 20 we had together.

    A young man and an old man were waiting for a bus.  sat next to each other. “What's that in your bag?” asked the young man, pointing to a big bag beside the old man. “Gold. There was nothing but gold,” answered the old man. The young man could not believe his own ears and was  great surprise. Then he began to think about  to get the money. The old man was very tired and it seemed that he could hardly keep his eyes open. After a while the old man  (lie) down on the chair and fell asleep.

    The young man took  big bag gently and quietly. But when he was just about to run away, he found a corner of his fur coat was under the old man's body. Several times he tried to pull it out, in vain. At last he took off his coat, (think) that the gold in the bag must cost far more than his fur coat.

    Worried but  (delight), the young man ran out of the station as quickly as his legs could carry him, until he reached a place  he thought the old man couldn't find him. He stopped and quickly opened the bag but he just found a great many of small stones in it. Then he ran back to the station  (hurry) only to find that the old man was gone.

    People have been raising pigeons (鸽子) for about 10,000 years. And pigeon keepers use different kinds of pigeons for different1. Some people use pigeons for2. For example, in parts of the world, people cook a special meal with pigeon to celebrate the New Year. Some people also3pigeons because they look especially 4. There are many interesting kinds of “pretty” pigeons. Different kinds of pigeons have interesting features (特点)5 long, soft tails or designs on their heads. The6of these kinds of pigeons enter them in7and the best looking pigeons are chosen to win prizes.

    But pigeons have many other8too. Pigeons can fly a long way without growing9. They also have another10sense.No matter how far from home they are, pigeons can usually fly back to where they11. This is often called a “homing sense”. This sense makes them good for carrying 12.

    In many cities around the world, pigeons live in special houses,13pigeon keepers spend a lot of money and time14their birds. When someone has a very good pigeon, he is very15. He may also have a way to make money. But this is not usually the main16people keep pigeons. For some people, they keep pigeons as a hobby.

    People17their pigeons so much that they even take them18when they move to a new country. They19these birds as their children. “When you are looking at a pigeon in the sky you feel20. It is the best feeling you have in a strange country,” a pigeon lover says.

    It has always been my dream to attend college. When I was younger, I would watch TV shows with college students having lots of 1.It looked like a great experience－going to parties,2with

    friends and letting the good times 3 When I entered high school, however, I started learning the real4 of college－to get a good education and a well-paid job. Therefore, with a passion for success in life, I expressed my 5about attending university to my parents. They were6I'd chosen the path, but were disappointed because they couldn't 7the cost. Upset and stressed, I started looking for 8to pay myself.

    My search for money began online. I went to every free scholarship search engine and spent up to five hours each day looking for scholarships I 9for. It was hard, but I knew it would10When I'd found almost all the scholarships I could apply for, I11them by deadline, which  gave me a way to prioritize my schedule. After12 everything, it was time to fill out the applications. Despite the amounts, ranging from＄100 to ＄40,000, I took each scholarship13because together they would fund my goal. With this in my mind, the hardest part began: writing the essays. To 14my writing, I asked friends, relatives and teachers to15over my work. Now I've won16scholarships and can attend college for free.

    The scholarship search truly made me a17person. I learned the importance of setting a(n)18 and accomplishing it.19 I did have to read several rejection letters, those made me stronger. I'm thrilled I had the opportunity to learn more about my20to succeed no matter what difficulties got in my way.

    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?".

    Sometimes, a mother just recognizes her child, even when the two have never met. That's how Devon Toomey felt in 2013 when she 1 a photograph on a website for an international adoption agency.

    Toomey had been on the site many times and seen 2 many kids, but she'd never determined to email the agency about anyone 3 she saw one baby born without arms and legs. "4 seeing him, I just knew he was our child. There was just something that spoke to me," she says.

    Today, four years later, that boy, named Bowen Toomey, is a 5-year-old 5 with two older brothers living in Eagle, Idaho. He is 6 on going to school, jumping on trampolines（蹦床）, reading books and 7 himself to difficult tasks.

    But his 8 disability means he can't live 9 like others: Where other children use their 10to handle things, Bowen sometimes uses his mouth or a special band he wears that lets him 11 things like a spoon.

    "He does everything any other kids do: he just finds his way to 12 various problems. He can ride his skate already," his mother says. "He 13 loves to swim, and can dive and swim independently. I think he loves it so much 14the water is the place where he really doesn't have limitations."

    A former special education teacher, Toomey and her husband, Jeremy, knew they wanted to adopt. Nine months after she 15 Bowen on the website of a Serbian orphanage（孤儿院）, 16 in Belgrade, the entire family went there to take home their 18-month-old addition.

    Although Bowen had been well taken care of at the orphanage, he didn't get much attention, and for the most part he was just laid in the bed.

    The young boy 17 to his new family in a way 18 he surprised everyone. "We laid eyes on him and from that moment on, he 19 joyful, which really touched our hearts," she says, "I said to myself, 20 is no wonder that I wanted him the moment I saw him'. He is my child."

    My 7-year-old daughter always has her nose in a book. She even continued 1 in the car on the long drive to summer camp, where she lost the book. This is the first lost 2 book in my life. In my childhood, my family had always been expected to be 3, but we were poor, and I didn't 4 books. I had to borrow books. My library books lived on a 5 shelf while they were mine, and it 6 me when I had to return them to the library on the due day.

    However, my daughter has 7 books now than I owned my whole childhood. So it's probably my 8 that she didn't cherish the books. “Sorry. I can't find it.” My daughter said with a shrug, “we just pay $20 for the book. What's the big9?” The missing library book just met with a cold 10 from her, but it met with nail-biting 11 from me. I walked into the library in a deep 12 as if I had lost the book.

    Feeling the need to make her feel 13 for the book, I asked her to do the chores. She agreed to clean up all the pets' houses 14 my paying the library book. I'd meant the chore to be 15!

    Surprisingly, she was enjoying herself. I took a picture of her lovely back. So, was I winning or losing at 16? Did I teach her the 17 of keeping a library book if the picture I took shows she is working 18?

    To my 19, my little girl knew what 20 in her life. She could devote herself to the chores as much as books.

    Life is colorful. Sometimes it's just like potato salad; when it's shared, it became a picnic.

    With three young children to bring up, my husband John and I were very 1. "Can we go on a picnic, Mom?" my six-year-old daughter, Becky 2. "Please." I had said no so many times in 3 months, and I decided the usual Saturday morning chores could 4. To her 5, I agreed.

    I prepared a few sandwiches and 6 a cooler with ice and drinks and called John 7.

    My eleven-year-old twin sons loaded the cooler and the picnic basket in the trunk and off we went to spend some 8 time together as a family.

    About the time I got the lunch 9 out on the table, John arrived on the 10. That was one of the happiest meals we ever shared together. The meal was full of 11. We felt a closeness that had been hidden by work and school responsibilities for so many months. John and the boys 12 rocks into the lake, Becky fed the ducks and I sat quietly at the picnic table, 13 God for blessing me with such a wonderful family.

    That night as our children went to bed, I kissed their cheeks. It 14 me what a wonderful life I had. As I walked out of the room it dawned on me that even the busiest 15 could become a picnic when it's shared with the ones you 16. Even though kids have now grown up and 17 from home, I can still remember how I felt that day while sitting at the picnic table.

    Maybe today would be a good time to 18 potato salad, call all of my 19 kids, feed some hungry ducks and skipped a few rocks into the lake. Since life is like potato salad, let's make it a 20.

    On a dark grey morning, my mom said in a quiet voice. "Your dad and I have decided that we're moving to Singapore.”

    These words did not1much in my five-year-old brain until the day we had to2 and say goodbye to our close friends.

    Normally，mom always booked our3together. The4of sitting next to a stranger was never something I had to worry about, until now. Booking it late, we weren't given5when buying the seats.

    I was6as I walked on the plane and down the aisle. What I saw was something 7to an alien to me. It was an Indian lady dressed in a traditional Sari and having a massive bindi(额前的人工痣) between her eyebrows. But her8wasn't the only thing that9me away. I made a10 as if I had smelt something sour.

    My mom11walked me to the back of the plane, and12she wasn't any different from me and I should be respectful because it was her13and religion.

    As we got prepared to14, the lady buckled(扣住 )her seatbelt and took out a book from her bag. At that point I am15that the book was in English! After a short sleep, I16to dinner time. I got spaghetti and so did the lady sitting next to me. She was eating the same thing as me!

    Throughout the flight, I17in my young little mind that she was just a human being like me though she looked and18differently, which provided me with a19of being a human being who20all types of lifestyles.

    I recently joined an organization called Kindness Water, which was 1 by Phillip Wagner. One day when he was reading the newspaper, he 2 a story about Africa and was 3 to learn that 3.6 million people died every year. The reason why they died was  4 there was not enough clean drinking water. He knew he had to help. So he 5 money from friends and churches to help the people in a Malawai village to dig a well (水井). Then he set up a bottled water company and 100% of the money he made was used to 6 more wells. Within a year, he gave a hand to more people in Uganda. Since then，there have been 550wells in 19countries and more than 325000 people have been helped.

    But here is what really 7 me: It all started with one man, Phillip Wagner who wanted to make a difference. He saw a need and he did what he could to help those in trouble. Thousands of others who read the same 8that morning might have also been surprised when they learned the 9that so many people didn't have clean drinking water. But all those people didn't  10. They thought, "Oh well. That's too bad. 11, somebody will help those12don't have any clean water."

    Phillip Wagner decided to be that somebody, and 13  the help of thousands of others who have joined, he is making a difference to the world. You see, 14 change starts with ordinary people doing their  15. I want to be one of those 16makers.

    As a video of children smiling and swimming in clean water rolled in the background, Phillip Wagner said, I just want you to know that I 17my all, did my best, brought happiness to someone and 18 this world a little better just because I was here."

    Let's live out those words today. 19 you choose to help the homeless people or 20 any other good things for those in need, let's be difference makers. Let's leave this world a little better.

    One sunny afternoon, a seven-year-old girl went for a walk. She crossed a large area of grassland into the woods 1 she realized that she was lost.

    Sitting on a rock and 2 what to do, she began crying. After a while, She 3 to walk along a wide path lined with tall trees and thick bushes. 4 it was getting dark, she saw a small, dark wooden house. She opened the door and 5 stepped in. Suddenly, she heard a strange noise, and she ran out of the door and back to the 6 . Cold and tired, she fell asleep near a 7.

    The girl's parents were out and her dog, Laddy, was at home. Laddy 8 that his mistress was in danger. He jumped 9 a window, breaking the glass. He looked in the fields. But he couldn't find his mistress anywhere. However, from the ground came a10 scent (气味) as he lowered his head. He 11 the scent and walked across the grassland. Barking 12 into the air, the dog 13 through the woods until he found the 14. But the girl was not there, so he headed back to the woods. Much to his 15, he saw his mistress' blue shirt in the distance. He 16 over some bushes and saw the little stream, where the girl was 17.

    When she opened her eyes and18her dog standing beside her, the girl said, "you19me, Laddy," and she kissed him several times. Seeing their daughter and dog coming back, the parents burst into tears of 20. That night Laddy had a hero's supper: a huge meal of steak.

    I used to hate running. It seemed too hard, and pushing outside my comfort 1 was not something I was raised to do.

    In fact, I wouldn't have become a(n)2 if it weren't for my husband Charles He had been a 3 competitive runner for many years. After our marriage, he wouldn't stop talking about how much he 4 it.

    So he picked it up again, and after about a year, I started to join him at the 5. Just a few weeks later, Charles signed us both up for a five-kilometer race. I 6 about doing it. It was too soon.

    But on race day, there I was.

    The gun went off Thousands of runners 7.

    The first kilometer was tough. I was already breathing 8 and painfully aware of the group of runners9 past me.

    After another minute I saw the three-kilometer 10.All I could think of was that I was 11.

    I rounded a comer, and saw both sides of the street12 with people watching the race, all cheering the runners on. I 13 my legs to keep going.

    Then I looked up and saw the clock. The 14 ticking away gave me an incentive(助力). I knew that if I had 15 finished this race I would have achieved something, So, I 16 up, and kicked it.

    I had my arms 17 higher when I passed through the finish line. A volunteer put a(n) 18 around my neck.

    "You did great! I'm so proud of you!" Charles was thrilled that I'd 19.

    "That was amazing! I want to do another race." I proudly hugged my medal as we started to walk to the post-race festivities. My lungs and my comfort zone both20.

    Bobby, a poor guy was famous for his tries to climb the big snowy mountain. He had tried at least 30 times, but had always1. Every time, he began the climbing at a good pace. But as he went on, he would look down at his painful2more often. Finally when the clouds had gathered round him, he understood that he wouldn't be able to enjoy the3from the top.

    Last month, he went up the4with Peeper, who gave him a pair of5sunglasses. "If it starts clouding over, put these6on, or if your feet start hurting, put them on too. These are special glasses; they will7you." Bobby8the gift without thinking much, but when his feet started9again, he remembered what Peeper had said and he put on the glasses. The pain was pretty bad, but with those new sunglasses he could still10to continue. This time the11were so light that he could still see the top through them. And so Bobby kept climbing,12the clouds behind, forgetting his13, and finally arriving at the top. It was certainly worth it.

    Peeper had drawn a light14on the lenses (镜片), in the form of the snow-covered mountain top. It was made in such a way that you could only15it if you looked upwards. Peeper had understood that whenever Bobby lost sight of his16, he would similarly lose sight of his dream, and his17to continue would weaken.

    Bobby realized that the only difficulty of reaching the top had been his own18.When he could no longer see the top of the mountain, the problems19. He thanked Peeper for using that little20to help him see that his aims were not impossible, and that they were still there, where they had always been.

My father never kept anything for emotional purpose except once. 1 was the only one in my family who cared about baseball and I always 1 watching my heroes at Yankee Stadium. One winter, I wrote down a 2 of the summer dates and dreamed every night. To my surprise, one evening I saw my father 3 it before going out to work.

The following Sunday he told me, "Let's put away some money into a 4 each week, and maybe we can go to Yankee Stadium this summer." I 5 washed out a jar and 6 a label: YANKEE. STADIUM FUND,1 960.

Each of us 7 to the jar weekly. 8, we still had not gone to a game because my father had had to work every Saturday. So one day, I 9 him of the remaining time, and then he 10 me, "Don't worry and we will have a(an) 11 Saturday."

On the morning of the last game, I sat waiting hopelessly with no 12 of my father who had been to work suddenly appeared and yelled, "I got two 13!"

I could hardly 14 when we finally sat together, father and son, 15 my New York Yankees. I sat cheering, but for my father, all I could see is a face 16 tiredness from working all week.

In 1963, my father died suddenly while working. In his bedroom, I noticed a 17ticket in his yellowed book, which 18, "October 4, 1960, General Admission." My father, who19 nothing for emotional reasons, bad decided to keep this, a(an) 20 of our afternoon together. Carefully, I placed the ticket stub back into his prayer book, and slowly walked downstairs to begin rest of my life without my father.

Wang Dewen, known as "Grandpa Amu" online, is a 63-year-old man. He has skills beyond the 1 of ordinary people and creates woodwork with nothing 2 a single piece of wood. He has brilliant traditional carpentry (木工) skills, 3 first-time viewers online with his woodwork.

The Chinese carpenter has been 4 Lu Ban in modem times. His most 5 video — making a wooden arch bridge, has spread quickly on overseas social platforms, 6 more than 42 million views! Grandpa Amu 7 ancient Chinese mortise and tenon (榫卯) structures in his work, a technique 8 used in traditional Chinese architecture and furniture. The entire 9 of building the arch bridge involves no nails or glue. A man 10 under the video, "A block of wood is 11 into a great work of art. You're not a carpenter; you're an 12."

He has become a real 13 on overseas social platforms — so far attracting millions of fans overseas.14, Grandpa Amu insists that he is not an Internet celebrity but just an 15 farmer. He has used his extraordinary skills mostly to 16 his young grandson, making all kinds of toys. He is also trying to17 unique Chinese techniques to the world. "We 18 the idea of making the videos because we are 19 to bring our priceless culture to others and make these ancient Chinese technique come to people's 20," said Grandpa Amu's daughter-in-law.

    "You can handle it, Matt." said Mr. Wolf, my fourth-grade band teacher, as he put the heavy tuba into my arms. I felt1because I had asked for other band instrument, not the tuba. I knew what Mr. Wolf2. In his mind， I was the only one who could handle it. And he was3. In fourth grade, I was4a foot taller and 50 pounds heavier than any of my classmates.

    Now I'm 6 feet 3 inches and weigh 240 pounds. Since freshman year, my football coach has had only one5place for me: the line. I was never offered the outstanding6of running back or quarterback. I had to be where size7.

    Somehow my size has8me from any solo performances in music or sports. As is often the case, there is a(n)9chance that a tuba player or a lineman will get10. But I seldom complain about this lack of11. Instead, I worked hard to improve myself.

    In school, my classmates formed a(n)12impression of a big kid: either a clumsy fool or an annoying "tough guy". To correct their expectations, I13to become athletic and even graceful. I made sure that I played well in all the sports I14and I even joined in a ballroom dance class.

    Looking forward, I know that my size will15me to accomplish many positive things, whether in college, in a career or in just helping others.

What are the foods that you can only taste in memories? Your mother's biscuits? The pies you made as a child? And what are the recipes that help you 1your memories?

This morning, for the first time in over a year, made Dutch Babies, a kind of pancake. I'm a poor cook who's always 2 to pull anything out of the oven that isn't burnt. But 3, I get lucky.

Making Dutch Babies brings to my mind some of the 4 memories of my life. I've made Dutch Babies many times for sleepovers and 5. They were always a hit, 6 burned them.

After my kids grew up, I didn't cook much for years, except for holidays or other7 occasions. When we had a family 8, I'd make Dutch Babies for breakfast.

I can't recall the last time I made Dutch Babies, before today. I know it was 9 a year, before life was 10 for COVID-19, and we stopped having guests.

So why did I make them this11 for only my husband and me? It's been a(n)12 year for all of us, filled with things we couldn't do. I was 13 to celebrate being alive.

Good food can feed a hungry crowd. But if it's made with love and 14, it can fill a(n)15 with the hope of better days to come. So, add your own memories.

People often go to cafes to relax themselves and keep themselves from falling asleep, but Mr. Healing, a popular cafe chain, actually does the 1. Customers can come in, order a drink, lie down a comfortable massage(按摩)chair, and take a 2.

Many people 3 lack of sleep as a result of overwork, so any opportunity to relax and even take a nap is greatly 4. Mr. Healing is the perfect place to go when you're on a short work or school break and you need to 5 sleep. The cafe offers massage periods in various modes, 6on how much time you have and how you choose to spend it.

The 20-minute session is 7 at $ 3.5, the 30-minute massage costs $ 7, and the 50-minute session is $ 9, all of 8 also include a drink. Once you make your choice, you are taken to the "healing center". You are asked to 9 your shoes as well as any jewelry that might damage the chairs, after which you can choose a massage 10, from "stretch" or "sleep". You can start with stretch for a few minutes, and then 11 to sleep if you want to take a short nap. After it comes to an end, you are taken back to the cafe area to enjoy a coffee 12 one of the many other 13 drinks on the menu.

Mr. Healing cafes are so popular that customers are advised to make reservations 14 to be sure that a massage chair is 15 . "I have to sit in a chair and 16 a computer monitor all day due to my job, the healing room was 17 effective to relieve 18 and stress," said Park Hye-sun, a 24-year-old officer.

Some have described Mr. Healing and other similar cafes 19 simple fashions, but others see them as a 20 business model, because they offer a service that people really need.

My father was a horse trainer. As a kid, I often 1 from ranch (大牧场)  to ranch with him. 2, my school career was constantly 3. One day, when I was a senior, our teacher asked us to write about what we wanted to be when we 4. I did not 5 a minute and wrote a seven-page paper about my dream of 6 a horse ranch, with many details, including a location of buildings and stables (马厩) and even a detailed house plan.

 7, two days later I got my paper back with letter "F" on the front page. After class I came to the teacher and asked, "Why did I 8 an F?" The teacher responded, "This dream is so 9for a boy like you. With no money, no resources and who comes from itinerant (流动的) family. There is no 10 that you will reach your great goal one day." Then the teacher advised me to 11 the paper with a more realistic attitude.

I went home and asked my father how I should 12. My father answered, "This 13 is very important for you. So, you have to make up your own mind on this. "

At last, I brought the 14 paper to my teacher. No changes were  15. I said, "You can keep the F and I will keep my dream. "

Now16a 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of a 200-acre horse ranch, I still have that school paper, which now is 17 over the fireplace.

Remember, you have to18your heart, never give up, 19 with determination and persistence, and never let anyone 20your dreams away.

Lainey finished third grade. She had good grades and could read1grade level, but she did not like to read. On a family car trip, her Aunt Dede pulled out a copy of Harry Potter, as a surprise for her niece. But Lainey took one look at it, 2   her eyes, and said, "Borrring!"

Aunt Dede, a teacher, had read the book to her students, and they loved it. Even the youngest children in the class were 3 by the story. They4with great interest and then 5 joined in grand conversations about Harry's adventures.

"How can you say it's boring? Have you read it? " asked Aunt Dede.

"No, it's too long and it doesn't have any 6." complained Lainey.

"Oh, that's where you are wrong; there are lots of pictures. Every page is full of pictures; you just have to read the words to 7them. It's like magic."

"Nice try, Aunt Dede," Lainey replied 8from the back seat.

Another 9was in order. "Well, if you don't want to read it, give it10. Maybe your mom would 11hearing the story." The book sailed through the air to Aunt Dede and she began to read it aloud. By the end of the first chapter, 12 were coming from the back seat: "Please read a little 13 "

Lainey is an example of an 14 reader. As shown here, Lainey can become 15 about reading when   presented with literature on topics that interest her, and when the people around her model involvement in the reading process.