It was yearbook day and we were given an hour to sign each other's yearbooks in the cafeteria. I was president of the class and I played sports. When I sat down at a table, people started to come over to get their yearbooks signed and to sign 1.
Among them, a weak boy with ugly teeth and thick glasses kept shaking. I had seen him around, and I knew he was always laughed at. He seemed2 of himself, and was so pale that it 3us to look at him.
He came up and asked me nervously, “Can you sign this?” I took his yearbook but I didn't know 4 to write. I saw that there was the name “Ricky Sanders” written on the front of it. So I wrote:

I put down the yearbook and turned around to get some signatures from some of my friends when I 5 my yearbook was gone. I saw that Ricky had sat down with my yearbook. “What are you doing?” I asked him. He looked up calmly(平静地) and 6said “Sign!”
My friends broke into a loud laugh, and I saw that he was carefully frying to put a signature in my yearbook. He hadn't even finished the “R” yet. I thought for a while and 7 to let him sign.
It took him nearly five minutes to sign and when I got my yearbook back, there was a very shaky “RICKY”. He hugged(紧抱) his yearbook and8. I couldn't help but smile back at him.
In that moment, my 9 changed completely.
I gave him a high five and suddenly everyone at my table wanted his signature. He was asked politely to write in their yearbooks and the signature 10 of his yearbook were filled up. He was smiling so big that it lit up the whole room.
I changed school the next year, and I never saw Ricky again. However, I will never forget the day that he became the most 11guy in school. Whenever I'm 12, I still look back at that yearbook.

    Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. Every day they are verybusy trying to make money for my schooling. One day, my mother was sewing a quilt (缝被子). I silently sat beside her.

    " Mum, is there 1 between you and dad?" I asked in a very low voice.

    With surprise in her eyes, she2her work for a while. Then she said, "Susan, look at this thread (线). It can hardly be seen, 3it's really there. It makes the quilt strong. If life is a quilt, love should be a thread. Love is inside. "

    I couldn't understand her4 the next spring. At that time, my father suddenly got sick seriously. My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month.

    After they were back, my mother helped my father walk5on the country road every day. They were so kind to each other and it seemed they were the happiest couple.

    After two months my father6couldn't walk by himself.

" Dad, how are you feeling now?" I asked him one day. "Susan, don't7me, " he said, "I just like walking with your mum. I like this kind of life. "8his eyes, I knew he loves my mother deeply.

     Now I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our 9. Love is inside , making life10and warm.

    I lived in a poor family with my wonderful mother. She often told me that no matter how poor a person was, he could still afford a dream.

    My dream was athletics. When I was sixteen, I started playing baseball. I could throw a ninety-mile-per-hour fastball and1anything that moved on the field.I was also2: my high school coach was John, who believed in me and taught me how to believe in myself. He taught me the difference 3having a dream and remaining true to that dream. One unusual4with Coach John changed my life forever.

    A friend helped me to find a summer job. This meant a chance for money in my pocket for a new bike, new clothes and the5of saving for a house for my mother. Then I realized I would have to6up summer baseball and that meant I would have to tell John I wouldn't be playing.

    When I told John, he was7as I expected him to be. "You have your whole life to work," he said. "You don't have too many playing days in your life. You can't afford to waste them." I stood before him with my head8, trying to think of the9that would explain to him why my dream of buying my mom a house and having money in my pocket was worth facing his disappointment in me.

    "How much are you going to make at this job, son?" he asked. "3.5 dollars an hour," I replied.

    "Well," he asked, "Is $ 3.5 an hour the price of a dream?"

    That simple question made me understand the difference between wanting something right now and having a goal. I decided myself to play sports that summer and within the year I was taken on by the Pittsburgh Pirates to play baseball, and was10 a $ 20 000 agreement. Two years later, I bought my mother the house of my dream!

    Xian Xinghai was a very famous musician in China. He wrote one of the greatest pieces of music of the 20^th century. In his short life he wrote 1 300 songs and an opera.

    Xian was born in Panyu, Guangdong, China in 1905. Because his father died before he was born, Xian moved from place to place with 2 mother. He began learning to play 3 violin when he was 20 years old. In the beginning, his violin was 4 cheap and badly made that he5not play it well. His friends laughed at him. Xian did not stop 6 and soon showed his talent. In 1934, he was one of the first Chinese students7studied in a special music school in Paris. Before he 8, Xian became the school's best student 9 won several prizes for his talents.

    In 1935, he returned to China and helped fight against the Japanese army. Later, he came to Yan'an 10 music at a college. 11 there were no pianos in Yan'an at that time Xian still wrote 12 of his most important music there, including The Yellow River, his most famous work.

    In May 1940, Xian 13 to the Soviet Union by the Chinese Communist Party to write music for movies. In the Soviet Union, life was very 14. Xian got sick and later died of a lung illness 15 October 30, 1945, aged only 40. Xian's music, however, lives on in the people's hearts.

    A young man went to visit a wise man living deep in the mountain for the wisdom of life.

    "Excuse me！Could you tell me which the most1day in our lives is? Is it the day when we were born or the day we2?Is it the day when we fall in love or the day we succeed?" the young man asked.

    "3.The most important day in our lives is today, "the wise man replied calmly." Why?" the young man felt more 4."Is it because there is a moving event taking place today?"

    "No. Nothing has happened today."

    "Is it because of my visit?"

    "No. Even if nobody visited me today, today is5very important because today is the only wealth we have. No matter how memorable yesterday was, it has gone by like a ship going down into the sea; no matter how bright tomorrow may be, it hasn't come; but no matter how common today is, it is6our control."

    The young man still wanted to ask something, while the wise man7him and said, "When we are talking about the meaning of today, we have8a lot of it."

    The young man nodded and then went down the mountain.

    Actually, today is the only9we have.

    So, what we should do now is 10yesterday and tomorrow and catch fast today！