Growing up is not always easy. When we face difficulties, a spirit of depending on 1 is more useful than crying for help. That's what Hong Zhanhui's story of growing from boy to man 2 family hardship tells us.

    Hong was born in 1982 in a poor family in Xihua County(县), Henan Province. When he was only 11, his father became badly ill and one day he came back with an unwanted baby 3. A year later, Hong's mother 4 home. She no longer wanted to live such a poor life and face her sick husband. So everything hard fell onto the young boy's 5: to take care of his father and the younger sister Chenchen, and to go on to study.

    Although his life was hard, Hong didn't go away from his father and sister. He took several part-time jobs to 6 his family. He climbed tall trees to get birds' eggs for his sister. He walked 2 hours at weekends to the market to 7 different things to sell around his school. A few years later, he studied at a college. To take care of Chenchen, he worked hard to 8 a room near his college for her, and sent her to school.

    After Hong's story went 9, he became a hero in people's eyes. But Hong 10 offers from others. He said he felt encouraged by kind offers, but he could depend on his own work.

    Through his hard life, he has grown up from boy to man.

    My name is Lisa and I am 12. Now I am in the 1 club. This is because my best friend Anna. She is the same age as me. She is from Canada (加拿大). 2 is thin (瘦的) but not very tall.

    I 3 Ann on our first day at our new school. No one says to me and I am not 4. I find a seat on the school bus and sit there. Then, I see a 5 and she sits next to me. She is Anna!

    She asks me, “6 are you not happy?”

    I 7 her, “No one likes me here.”

 “I see. No one likes me, too. I am new,” she says to me.

    Anna is the only one who says to 8 on the school bus. That's why we become friends.

    Now, Anna is my best friend. She is very kind, 9 she can sing and draw very well. I 10 the art club with her. We go to the club on the weekend. I am very happy to know Anna.

    Everybody has his own hero in mind and is always trying to copy his behaviors in life. As for me, my 1 is just that man. My grandfather had a small farm. He also worked in a 2.

    One autumn, most of the farmers in the village were 3 so he promised to help his neighbor harvest（收割）the corn as he often did.4 after harvesting his own corn, Grandpa's little corn machine broke. What was 5 the factory where Grandpa worked made the workers have extra work. He had to 6the farm early and didn't get back until very late. It now seemed 7 to help out his neighbor because he really had no free time.

    One night, Grandpa 8 that he wouldn't let his neighbor's harvest rot（腐烂）in the field. Without a9 he'd harvest it by hand.

    “I don't think you'd have time to do it,” said my grandma. “10 it would be too dark to do anything at night.”

    “I know of one night that I could do it!” he 11 “There's still one more full moon in October. If the12 is clear, I think I can do it.”

    A few days later, after a long shift（轮班）at the factory, my grandpa went to the 13The weather was cold but clear. He cut all the corn through the night to 14 his word.

    Sometimes, when I want to put off responsibilities, I'd see my grandfather 15 corn in the light of the harvest moon. Behind him, row after row of corn stocks（玉米秸秆）stand at attention in respect for a man who keeps his word.

    When I was twelve years old, my family lived next to a forest. Every evening, mockingbirds(知更鸟) would come and rest in the trees and sing. I enjoyed 1singing so much that I decided to catch a young bird. In this way, I 2 hear it sing for me every day.

    I finally managed3 one and put it in a cage. At first, the bird was very frightened, so it fluttered(扑腾)in4 new home all the time. Several days later, it was used 5 in this new home.

    The next day, the little bird's mother flew to the cage with 6food in her mouth. The baby bird looked very happy and ate everything 7the mother brought to it. I was so happy to see this, for the mother knew how to take care of her baby8than me.

    But9the bird morning, I found it died. I was terribly10and cried at once. I didn't know 11happened.

    Arthur Wayne, my father's friend, was a famous ornithologist(鸟类学家). She 12my father at that time.13she knew the whole thing, she explained to me," If a mother mockingbird finds her baby14in a cage, she will bring it poisonous berries(毒梅).She thinks it's better for her baby to die than to lose freedom."

Since then I 15any living animal in a cage. All living things have a right to live free.

    A poor young man named Liang lived in a small Chinese town. One night, an old man visited Liang in a dream. He gave Liang a brush.

    "Use this magic brush to help the 1." he said," but don't use it to help people who are rich and greedy (贪婪地), or the skill will leave your 2 and you will never paint again."

    When Liang3, he found the brush lying on the table by his bed. He painted a butterfly and was 4 to see it fly off the paper.

    Liang went out of his house and started to paint for the people in need. He painted food for 5 people and clothes for the people who were cold.

    However, a rich man heard about the brush and asked Liang to paint some gold for him but Liang didn't 6.

    "If you don't paint for me, I'll cut your fingers off," the rich man said, "Then you will never 7again."

    So Liang painted an island of 8 in the middle of a blue sea.

    "How will I 9the island?" asked the rich man. Liang painted a boat for the rich man, who got in it and went on his way toward the island.

    But when the rich man was halfway there, Liang painted a 10 in one side of the boat. The boat sank into the water and nobody ever saw him again.

    A teenage boy couldn't stand his parents' family rules, so he left home.

    He wanted to be1, but he had poor education and several years later, he had to ask for food in the street for a living. Now his mother has died. His father is an old man, but he is still looking 2his son. He has been to every corner of the city. Everywhere he goes, he3a big photo of himself on the wall. At the lower part of the photo he writes, "I still love you4back home!"

    One day, the son saw one of the photos. The face was familiar. "Is that my father?" He moved closer and read the5,"I still love you." He cried. When he got home, it was early morning. He6at the door. The door opened itself. He rushed to his father's7. His father was sleeping. He woke his father up. "It's me! Your8is back home!" The father and the son held each other, full of9tears. The son asked, "Why is the door unlocked? A thief could get in." The father answered10,"The door has never been locked since you left."

    The door of parents' love to their children will never be closed.