I will always remember my first day at the University of Lagos. On arrival at the campus, I was expecting to be met by some tired students(as was practiced in my secondary school), 1 every student around was new like myself. I asked the way to the multi-purpose hall but no one could tell me. I asked a number of questions about issues(担心的事）that 2 me, such as where and how to pay my fees, the way to the dining hall and so on, but no 3 was offered. “So in the midst of so many people I am all 4 ” I thought to myself. The prospect(前景) was not 5 at all and all the pleasure I had felt at 6 into a famous university at seventeen began to disappear.

    Then as if 7 by an unknown force, I walked a little bit down the corridor in the direction of a notice board which some boys and girls were 8at. Because of 9of something to do, I decided to stop and look at the notice board. Yes! I happened on the 10to all riddles that had 11 me since I set foot on the campus that morning. On the board there was a big campus 12, on which I was able to 13 the multi-purpose hall and all the other places. There were 14 details of various activities for freshmen and a comprehensive list of those offered admission into various courses.

    How enjoyable it was to see the light of knowledge, having been wandering（徘徊） in the darkness of 15. Even then I was not able to 16 the thought that though I could not be sure how much of the responsibility（责任）was mine, the fact that I didn't pay attention to the notice board had 17 caused my initial problems. I learnt from that incident（发生的事） 18 unforgettable that was very useful to me throughout my stay in the university, namely（即, 也就是）the 19 of reading notice board and handbooks if one is to be well 20 about places and events in the university.

    George lived with his sick mother in a poor village.

    One bright sunny1in July, he went early to the forest two miles away. He was asked to2some wood from under the trees. After working hard for half a day, he looked around for a3 place to rest and eat his lunch. Suddenly some fine red wild 4 caught his eyes.

    "How good these will be with my bread and butter!" thought George. He at once began to5all the strawberries he could find and sat down by the river, ready to enjoy them.

    Then just as he was lifting the6strawberry to his mouth, he thought of his mother. "Shall I7them for her?" said he, thinking how much they would make8happy, yet still looking at them with longing (渴望的)eyes.

    "I will eat half, and take the other half to her," said he. Then he divided the strawberries into two.9he found each half looked so small that he put them together again.

    "I will only taste one." Then seeing that he had taken the biggest, he put it back. Finally he 10 them carefully with some leaves, deciding to keep them all11his mother.

    When the sun was beginning to go down, George went home.12happy he felt that he had all his strawberries for his sick mother. The13he came to his home, the less he wished to taste them. As soon as he arrived, he ran to his14and happily offered his wild strawberries. Tears in eyes, she put her hand on his head and said15, "And you kept them for your sick mother, did you? God will bless you for all this, my child. "

   Could the eating of the strawberries have given George half the happiness he felt at this moment?

    Last autumn, my 80-year-old grandmother was having problems with her heart. My family sent her to the1.

After a careful examination, a famous doctor told my grandmother, "You have such a2 heart condition that you should have an operation."

    "But the complications (并发症) can happen." the doctor3my grandmother and looked at her worried face.

The doctor went on to say that she would have a 40 percent possibility of having a heart trouble 4the operation, a 35 percent possibility of being unable to stand up, and even 20 percent of5on the operating table because of her old age.

    My grandmother was terribly surprised and quickly said, "Doctor, since you're talking about these 6, I have one for you: there is a 100 percent possibility that you won't operate on me!"

    7these words, my grandmother got up and8the doctor's office.

    The next day, my grandmother went to9doctor's office. There she was also told she needed an 10. The doctor also said that her11might cause some problems. 12 he was quite sure about the success of operation.

    My grandmother might be brave, but she is not silly. She then asked the doctor, "If I am your mother, what will you13?"

    The doctor walked up to her, smiled, put his arms14her, and said, "Mom, let's have the operation!"

    My grandmother had the operation and came out15! Her positive attitude (乐观的心态) added many wonderful and happy years for her and enjoy living with my family.

    This story happened in a small mountain village. One day there was an earthquake. Nothing was destroyed and 1 was hurt. But a huge rock fell from a nearby mountain and stopped in the middle of the road.

    When the earthquake 2, many people came to the road and saw the huge rock. Some of the strongest men tried to lift the rock 3 the road. But they couldn't move it.' They tried to push it but failed. They tried to 4 it with ropes but nothing worked.

    "Well," they all agreed, "there's nothing we can do about it. We'll have to change the 5." At this time a boy of 12 years old said, "I think I can help you to move the rock."

    "You?" they shouted." What are you talking about?" The men all 6at the boy.

    The next morning some people came to the road. One of them shouted," The rock is 7!" More people ran out to see it. It was right. The rock wasn't in the road any more. It wasn't 8 near the road.

    "This is 9 ， " they said." Where did it go?"

    The boy stood on the road, 10, "I told you I could move it. "

    The boy walked over to where the 11 had been and uncovered some earth. "I buried it," he said.

    The people looked 12"You see," he said, "I dug a deep hole next to the rock and I dug a small incline(斜坡) up to the rock and the rock 13 down into the hole by itself. I covered it with earth. "

    The crowds shouted," What a 14 boy!" And some of them said, "Why haven't we thought of this good 15 ?"

    When I was 14, I went to a boarding school (寄宿学校). At first I 1 my family a lot. I often called them on the phone. But after two weeks, I found I 2 being with my classmates at school.

    I had many friends and they were all 3. I often played and studied with them. I thought of them as my best friends. I never thought my friendships with boys would become a 4.

    One day, one of my friends told me that some girls said I was 5 with boys all day long to get attention (注意) from them. A few weeks after that, Mr. Wang asked the class to 6 some students to join the Student Union. I thought I could be chosen 7 I was doing well in school. I was the top student in class. A week later, the result surprised me: I wasn't chosen. I was 8.

    Mr. Wang came to me after class and said, "Don't be sad. I know you're an excellent student! Maybe you should be a little closer 9 the girls in our class. They don't know much about 10. Try your best to get to know everyone and I think you'll get chosen next time. "

    I thought Mr. Wang might be right. "I will try to be friends with everyone," I said to myself.

    Kevin sat at the desk in his study, pencil in hand. He had to write a story for his English class by Friday. "I don't know what to1," he complained to his dog, who was asleep at his feet. Kevin was talkative when speaking to his friends, yet he had2finding words he had to write.

    By bedtime Kevin had drawn a picture of his dog smiling. He had drawn a tree with its branches(树枝) blowing in a high wind. He had also written a3asking his friend to go to the movies on Saturday.4he had not written a single word of his story.

    On Wednesday, Mrs. Scott, Kevin's English teacher, asked the class to5the first draft of their stories. Kevin had to turn in the only work that he had—the page with his name, the6, and the note.

    Kevin wasn't7when Mrs Scott asked him to stay after class the next day. But he was surprised by what8said to him. "Kevin, this is a fantastic story—the dog, the movie, the tree in the9I can't wait to find out how they all fit together. I think you have the idea of a story there. Look at your note and the pictures and try to see10a story comes to you."

    That night Kevin sat at his desk, and this was what he wrote: "One Saturday Tom went to meet his friend at the11it looked as if it might rain, so Tom12his umbrella. Suddenly a big storm blew in. The noise of the wind13like Tom's dog Spotty. Spotty really hated storms and barked whenever he wanted to be let inside. Then Tom saw Spotty running after him down the busy street, barking. The sound was full of blame(责备). Tom felt14because he had left Spotty outside. He turned and headed home with Spotty. Tom let Spotty in the door just and the rain started to pour down."

    Kevin had a story after all. The last thing he did was to write his name15at the top of the page.