"There once was a beggar who loved to hear himself sing.He lived1a dustbin next to a supermarket.He had the most amazing voice.No one would listen to him,2.Cats and dogs would come to sing along.All animals would come to hear this sound.No3though.His4audience were the animals.Even without people to sing to.the man was filled with5for he loved his voice.

    Then one day,a little girl was on her way to the supermarket.The man was singing one of his favorite songs.The little girl6him and wondered what that noise was.She began7around every corner until she found him. The girl's eyes began to grow wide as she saw the man in his8clothes.She asked him to sing,with no9of danger in her voice.This shocked the man.He sang for the girl with joy in his eyes.Although it was nice to be 10to sing,it was also nice to have an audience.He sang until they heard the girl's mother11for her.The girl quickly said12and ran off.

    The girl returned the next day and asked him to sing.13he sang for the little girl.After a few songs,she left14the call of her mother.She came the day after,with an older woman.This was the girl's15.She did not seem to mind being led behind a16dustbin.The girl asked the beggar to sing.The man sang his heart out for the17of them to hear.The mother's frown began to18and a smile began to appear.The days after were full of cheerful singing and the audience of two19,they would bring more people to listen.The beggar continued to sing until he could not sing anymore.20he loved his voice anymore.

    What a man offered to take curt of a stranger's baby so that the baby's mother could rest on a recent flight, many people on the plane watched it.

“It was so 1,” one passenger, Andrea Byrd said. She shot a photo of the man 2the baby up and down the aisle and 3 it on Facebook, where it spread 4

     “I was 5” Byrd wrote in the post, which has been shared almost 100,000 6 “Not because he was white and she was black7 because it showed me today that there are still good people out there in a world8evil.”

    The Southwest Airlines flight was9from Minneapolis to Atlanta on September. 5.

    The mom, Monica Nelson, who is pregnant, said she had been 10about traveling alone with her 20-month-old son Luke. When he grew annoyed and wouldn't 11 the man seated next to them 12 her by offering to help, she said. He walked 13 the aisle holding the boy, relaxing him to sleep.

     “It was such a 14 because I was a little worried traveling15 my husband there to help out,” said Nelson, a teacher who lives in Atlanta. “I'm still very16—he was so kind.” She said the man's name is Reid, and she learned that he also' has a son 17 Luke.

    Byrd said die was particularly 18 by the scene because she has two children of her own and could put herself in the mom's 19 Now their story has touched thousands of people across the world, reminding people how powerful a simple act of20can be.

    Li Hua felt lonely when he arrived in Shanghai last August.

    The 24-year-old 1 at a publishing house had plenty of spare time to kill.“ 2 the Internet, I have found like-minded friends without much 3 ,”says the lover of traditional Chinese culture, who comes from Xi'an, Shanxi Province.

    Li began 4 kungfu when he was 5 and studied I Ching（Book of Change）at junior high school.

    His 5 interest is guqin, a seven-stringed Chinese zither（筝）6 .He tried to learn it by watching videos on the Internet but found it very 7 .

    Li joined an on-line chatting group at www.QQ.com in order to 8 a teacher and fellow students.There he met people from 9 parts of the country, who shared a（n）10 in Chinese guqin music and classic 11 .They exchange ideas online and also have offline 12 .

    “The gathering of guqin players was very exciting for me, a beginner,” he recalls.He was 13 with guqin songs which were played 14 by Fan Yumei, an experienced guqin player from Sichuan, and Pan Kun, a young guqin15 and musical major at Shanghai Dance Academy.

    Fan and Pan are students of Zeng Chengwei, a guqin master from Sichuan School in Chengdu.

    Their performances staged in a small apartment near the Shanghai University 16 less than 10 netizens (网友).Through the window of the quiet room where Fan 17 her students, one can see the bustling Northern Third Ring Road and two shopping centers.“But being together, drinking a cup of tea, 18 poetic guqin music and guqin songs, one may find an inner peace and nourishment 19 a week's hard work,”says Fan, who is 20 a calligrapher, painter and writer.

    “This Friday we'll have the yearly Egg Drop Challenge,” said our science teacher, Mr. baker. “You can work alone or with a partner.”

   My friend, Cassie, and I smiled at each other. We always worked on projects 1.

The2of the challenge was simple—to build a protective container to keep an egg from breaking when 3the stadium wall.

   I made my sandwich that afternoon while waiting for Cassie.4the butter-cream gave me an idea.

    “I have a brilliant design for our5container!” I said when Cassie arrived. “We can 6the egg with some butter-cream. ”

    “Why not put the egg in a basket with a parachute (降落伞)7?” Cassie rolled her eyes. “The parachute is better than that stupid idea.”

   I couldn't believe it. Of course, we'd had our little 8in the past, but she'd never called any of my ideas “9” before.

    “Then I'll build mine and you build yours!”

    10words had been out, our friendship was challenged.

   When Friday finally arrived, I had to11Cassie's Egg Force One looked pretty good.12, my Egg--cellent Egg Cream didn't look quite scientific. We kids carried our containers up three stadium steps and dropped them over the side wall. Those whose eggs broke were out; those whose eggs survived 13three more steps and dropped them again. This would go on till the last egg broke.

    After four rounds, only Cassie and I were 14. I let go of my box. I heard someone say “ew” after seconds. Had my egg broken? I raced down the 15. The side walk was dotted with egg shells from those16drops. Finally I found my little Egg--cellent Egg Cream.

    “That looks like egg drop soup, Laura,” Cassie said. She was holding her Egg Force One. My17raced. Had she won? I looked at her basket.18.

    “My egg bounced(弹起)19, ”she explained, pointing to a broken shell.

    “A tie,”Mr. Baker said.

    Cassie looked at me, and her glare 20. I laughed. She smiled…

    It was the last day of the final examination in a large eastern university. On the steps of one building, a group of engineering seniors gathered, discussing the exam due to begin in a few 1. On their faces was confidence. This was their last exam before they went on to 2and jobs.

    Some talked of jobs they already had; others talked of jobs they 3get. With all this assurance(确信，自信） of four years of college, they felt ready and able to take 4of the world.

    The approaching exam, they knew, would be a(n) 5task, because the professor had said they could bring 6books or notes they wanted, requesting only that they did not 7each other during the test.

    After they entered the classroom8, the professor passed out the papers. And smiles9on the students' faces as they noted there were only five essay-type questions.

    Three hours had passed 10the professor began to collect the papers. The students no longer looked confident. On their faces was a frightened expression. Papers in hand, no one spoke as the professor faced the class.

    He looked at the11 faces before him, and then asked, "How many completed all five questions?"12a hand was raised.

    "How many answered four?" Still no hands.

    "Three? Two?" The students moved restlessly(不安地) in their seats.

    "One, then? Certainly somebody finished 13."But the class remained silent.

    The professor put down the papers. "That is exactly what I 14," he said. "I just want to impress upon you that, 15you have completed four years of engineering, there are still many things about the 16you don't know. These questions you couldn't answer are relatively 17 in everyday practice." Then smiling, he added, "You will all 18this course, but remember — even if you are now college graduates, your education has just 19."

    The years have 20the name of this professor, but not the lesson he taught.