Every year on my birthday since I was 11, a white gardenia (栀子花) was sent to my house. No card ever came with it. Calls to the flower shop were not helpful at all. After some time I stopped trying to find out the sender's name and was just pleased with the beautiful flower, in soft pink paper.

I couldn't stop imagining who the giver might be. Some of my happiest moments werespent daydreaming(幻想 )about the sender. My mother encouraged these daydreams. She'd ask me if I had been especially kind to someone. Perhaps it was one of my classmates Perhaps it was the old man who I once helped. As a girl, I had more fun imagining that it might be a boy that I had met.

    A month before my high school graduation(毕业), my father died. I was so sad that I became completely uninterested in my coming graduation dance, and I didn't care whether I had a new dress or not. My mother, in her own sadness, would not let me miss (过) any of those things. She wanted her children to feel loved. In fact, my mother wanted her children to see themselves much like the gardenia: lovely, strong and perfect.

    My mother died ten years after I was married. That was the year the gardenia stopped coming.

    I'm a Chinese student studying in Canada. I have been a boarder(寄宿生) with the Carsons for more than a year and a half.

    The Carsons live in their own house, which has four bedrooms including the one in the basement(底层) which I live in. Judy does all the work in the house and Andrew is responsible for the work in the garden. When they go out in the evening, they often ask me to look after their children.

    Judy's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Morris, lived in another city. Judy was their only child and naturally they doted on(溺爱) Judy's children. They often sent the children presents.

    Last April Mr. Morris died. Now that Mrs. Morris was quite alone, I expected that Judy would want her to come and live with them. One day, Margaret told me grandma was coming to live with them and her daddy and mummy would want my room back. The news didn't surprise me and the next day I went to Judy and asked her about it. I said I couldn't think of living in their basement room any longer if it was needed for Mrs. Morris. Judy seemed surprised at first. Then she told me there was no deed for me to move, for they hadn't yet come to any decision about her mother coming to live with them. "Naturally I'm worried about my mother. She has been in poor health." She smiled sadly and added. "To be honest, Andrew and my mother have never got on well. We'll wait a bit and see what happens. Perhaps Moter will be all right living herself, of perhaps they will both change their minds."

    That was six months ago. During this time I've heard that Mrs. Morris has had two illnesses and that her health has got worse. A nursing home was mentioned once but Mrs. Morris refused to go there. So up to now she's still living alone and I'm still living in the basement room.

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A great teacher in my life

Good morning, everyone. I would like to introduce a great teacher in my life to you. 

BIRO was the{#blank#}1{#/blank#}（invent）of the ballpoint pen. He was born in Budapest，Hungary. In the 1930s，when he worked{#blank#}2{#/blank#} a newspaper editor，he used a fountain pen almost every day. {#blank#}3{#/blank#}，he had to refill it all the time. The ink also did not dry{#blank#}4{#/blank#}（easy），and it sometimes{#blank#}5{#/blank#}（make）a mess on the paper. BIRO wanted a better pen. His brother，George，decided{#blank#}6{#/blank#}（help）him develop a special ink. The ink dried soon. Then both of{#blank#}7{#/blank#}（they） developed a new type of pen together. There was{#blank#}8{#/blank#} tiny ball at the tip of the pen. The ball rolled ink onto paper as it moved. They called the{#blank#}9{#/blank#}（success）invention "ballpoint pen". Everyone enjoyed{#blank#}10{#/blank#}（use）it. 

1. 要求逻辑清晰。语言表达准确且无语法错误。意思连贯。

2. 要求符合英文书写规范，文章不少于80词。开头已给出，不计入总次数。

Hello, everyone! Let me tell you something about my life in Grade 7. 

 Once there was a little girl named Mary. Mary was {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(爱交际的; 外向的) and enjoyed spending her free time with her classmates. She was interested in chemistry and history, but she never {#blank#}2{#/blank#}(分享) her interests with her classmates. She was afraid all her friends would {#blank#}3{#/blank#}(笑; 发笑) at her because all the friends were not interested in her interests at all. She always {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(选择) to learn about these topics alone, so no one could find out about this.

 One day a new girl, Josie, came to study in Mary's {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (最初的; 最早的) school.   The new girl was asked to introduce her personal {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(信息). Josie stood up from her{#blank#}7{#/blank#}(座位) and started to talk about her interests. First, she said she was interested in reading and singing {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(歌; 歌曲). Second, she said she liked magic and wanted to be a {#blank#}9{#/blank#}(魔术师). Third, she said she enjoyed history and chemistry. Mary's eyes lit up with joy. Finally, she had found someone who was {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(相像的) to her. On that day, Mary and Josie became good friends.