Recently, a picture of a soaking wet father holding an umbrella for his son in New York street has spread widely on the Internet. The 1moved countless netizens, commenting “Father's love is as 2as a mountain.”

    The name of “Father Umbrella”is Liu Qiao,3told the reporter the photos were4on September 10^th. Because of the sudden rain, he only took a(n)5umbrella in the office to 6his son at the kindergarten gate. “My home is near, so there is no need to7rain.”Liu Qiao said giving the only umbrella to his son in the rain was a very_8instinct（本能）and getting praised so widely was 9his expectation.

    Some netizens questioned, “Why didn't he 10his son?”Liu Qiao thinks he has been creating the best 11for this son instead of doing all the things for him and let him12for himself.“I want him to do things13so I did not hold him and the schoolbag was also14him. But after all he was too young to 15cold, so I held an umbrella to 16him from the rain.”

    Netizen's interpretation of this picture is:“As a father, he can17his son, but his son must walk himself. Dad's 18hand is the cause, the right hand the 19 backing on the wind and rain…The 'umbrella father' shows 'Dad can't give you the best,20gives you all!”And this also lets countless friends say,“It melts the heart down.”

    One day, Jim played basketball in the living room after school. When he was playing in high spirits, his basketball 1 a vase off the shelf by accident and the mouth of it knocked off a large piece. What made him more2 was that the vase was rare and valuable. To cover the great 3 he caused, he glued the pieces together and put the vase back to its place.

    While cleaning the vase after work, his mother 4 the change on it. At dinnertime, she asked Jim if he 5 the vase. Being afraid of punishment, Jim said a wild cat jumped in from the window and knocked the vase off the shell. His mother was quite clear that he was 6, for all the windows were closed before she went to work. However, his mother just remained 7 and said it was her carelessness not to have the window closed.

    Before going to bed, Jim's mother asked him to go to the study. He felt he couldn't 8 the punishment.

    When he entered the study in fear, his mother's face appeared no sense of 9. Instead, she took a chocolate box out of the drawer and 10 one piece to him. “Jim, this chocolate is a reward for you, for you11 a cat that could open the window, with your imagination.” Then, she put another chocolate in his hand. “This chocolate is a reward for your topping12 to restore (修复). You restored with glue, the cracks were filled almost perfectly. 13remember, to restore a vase needs more powerful glue and higher 14 skill. Tomorrow, let's bring the vase to the15 to see how they'll make it as it was.” With that, his mother took the third chocolate, “The 16 chocolate stands for my deep apology (歉意) to you. As your mother，I shouldn't have put a vase in a place where it could so 17 fall down, especially when there is a boy fond of sports.”

    “But, Mum, I ...” His mother18him and said. “My chocolate box has been 19, so our talk is over, too. Now, go to bed!” Then she left for her own bedroom. The following days were the same as before. The only 20 was that Jim never told a lie since then.

    Two of my friends had financial problems and needed my help on two occasions.

    The first guy 1 a sum of money for his tuition while he was at his final year of the university. He came to me and 2 to borrow some money for his school fees, 3 that he'd pay all of it back once he 4a job after graduation. As a student, I didn't have much 5 at that time. However, as his friend, out of 6, I decided to give him what he needed 7 the condition that he would pay back. After that I 8 bothered him. Never did I ask when he would pay back.

    On another occasion, another friend told me his 9 dilemma. Being an orphan（孤儿）, he could hardly 10 himself. He delayed his rent for two months, and his 11 was threatening to throw his things out from the house the next day.

    It was the day before 12 my father had given me some money for my monthly expense. And13, it was the exact amount he needed－I gave it all to him. I felt like 14 a special act of kindness.

    A few days later. 15 struck me that I could cancel my friend's 16. After all, things were so difficult for an orphan.

    So I called him up to cancel his debt. He couldn't believe it and said “Seriously? 17!” He was so happy and later sent me a message of heart-felt 18.

    In life, it is the 19 actions of love that matter. 20 unites us.

    I was correcting students' homework in my office when I came across a piece of work which was quite similar to what I had read on line. At that moment, a 1 picture was called to my mind.

    It was in a Chinese class that my teacher praised me for my 2 composition. After giving some positive 3 on it, he asked me to read my composition 4 as a model to the whole class. I stood in front of the class 5 and proudly, reading it in my best voice. "The mountain stands there like a…"the mountain stands there like a…" I 6the first part of the sentence, but could not move on. What was worse, I heard some murmured voices which made me more7.

    "Did she write it?"

    "Hey, you must have8 it from others!"

    I stood there, staring at the notebook, mind totally9.

    10, at that moment, a low and gentle voice from my teacher saved me. I looked up at him and saw a friendly smile 11 his face. I realized that I was 12to continue. So, again, I raised my voice and 13 on my composition successfully.

    I did copy those words from a famous work. When I 14my composition I found a few beautiful lines in a book. "They will 15 color to my composition if I use them as mine." I thought 16 . Finally, those sentences became an important part of my homework.

    After class, I looked at my teacher 17 and waited for his criticism. But to my 18, he said, "You did quite well, but you can do better next time." Then he left, without any critical words.

    From then on I never copied others' work; 19, I wrote authentic compositions.

    Coming back from my memory, I 20 to correct my students' homework. I carefully underlined the part copied and just put down a question mark. Everyone makes mistakes. To error is human, to forgive, divine.

    I was frustrated at not being entered into the national IT competition I'd applied for. I sat in the car, lost in1, chewing my lip and staring outside.

    I went upstairs,2 and desperate. Grandpa's door was open for me as usual. There, he was waiting for my3 with great excitement. I stood silently, forcing a4 to cover my sadness. He seemed to5 me immediately, giving me a6. I was astonished that such a7 body was full of so much energy.

    Only then did my emotions start 8 out. I told him that all my9were for nothing, and that I was feeling discouraged. Grandpa smiled at me 10 and said, "Don't worry. You're far stronger than you think." Then he11, "Life can be full of ups and downs so what we need do is to still have our hopes and12, neglecting the anxiety that makes it easy to give up."

    He13me on the shoulder, with a determined look, before saying, "Cheer up. I'm firmly 14 that you have the capability to succeed." Grandpa's encouragement soon made my sadness15.

    The next day, I thought about all my problems and16 a plan. Now, I believe that with a positive attitude towards failure, I'll17 reach my goals.

    Looking back, I realize that we should share our setbacks and progress in life with our 18ones. As my grandpa showed, the19 of our family members will benefit us20.

I've just arrived from New York City at the airport in Rome and already I'm lost, wandering left and right and searching for the right exit. I'm supposed to meet my wife Elvira, who lives in Italy now, and then drive to Guardia Sanframondi, the little town where we own a house, to meet our newborn granddaughter Lucia, now all of 11 weeks old.

But I takes a wrong turn, and then another, all in vain. I'm lost for 15 minutes, then 30, and finally about 45, unable to get my passport properly scanned and pick up my luggage. This is more than mildly inconvenient. After all, I've just flown more than 4,000 miles, a flight into my future.

But suddenly I see Elvira, who is holding baby Lucia in her arms. I'm found.

I stay in Italy for three weeks. It's impossible for me to get enough of Lucia, and so I follow a strict agenda(日程). Hold Lucia in my arms. Kiss Lucia all over her face. Wheel Lucia in her carriage in the most public places available. Make faces at her and even sillier gestures and sounds.

Today, at 70, I'm a permanent resident of Italy, with Lucia living a five-minute walk away. We visit her at her house and she visits us at ours almost every day. In most American families, adult children with grandchildren live in different towns and states far away. Italian families, on the other hand, are more likely to live near each other. Sometimes three generations here even stay together in the same home. I've happily turned my life upside-down to be a grandpa Italian-style. Lucia is just what I need right about now. If I'm lucky, I'll be just what she needs, too.