Black or White

    When I was in elementary school, I got into an argument with a boy in my class. The teacher  1 to teach us a very important lesson.

    She brought us up to the front of the 2 and placed him on one side of her desk and 3 on the other. In the middle of her desk was a large, round object. I could 4 see that it was black. She asked the boy what color the object was. "White," he 5.

    I couldn't 6 he said the object was white, when it was clearly black! Another

    7 started between my classmate and me, this time about the 8 of the object.

    The teacher told me to go 9 where the boy was standing 10 told him to come stand where I had been. We changed 11, and now she asked me what the color of the object was. I 12 answer, "White."

    It was an object with two 13 colored sides, and from his viewpoint (视角) it was white. Only from my 14 it was black.

    I have never  15 the lesson I learned that day. Sometimes we need to look at the problem from the other person's viewpoint in order to truly understand his / her view.

    David grew up poor. He started working in the 7th grade, and when he was in high school he was only going to school half days, 1 at 11 am to go to work.

    Lack of money meant lack of educational chances, but he had a hunger to learn. In his  2  time he read books that he thought it would   3 him succeed somewhere down the road.   

    He worked very hard, and he tried his best to provide for his family,  4factory life had a bad effect on his body and spirit, he had an unhappy life. It was, in his mind, killing him like a slow poison.

    In 1995 he bought his first computer, and a few months later, he discovered the Internet. He wanted to be a part of it, and worked 48 or   5 hours a week in the factory, and  6  another 40 or more hours a week teaching  7  computer skills. He worked harder than he  8  had in his life, surfing the Internet over 100 hours a week.

    David wanted to begin jobs in the Internet and computer fields. He was refused many times, but he never 9 . He had a goal and kept after it10  he didn't like it at all, because  11  else seemed so hopeless. Soon he got a fast return. David left the 12  and took a job in the computing field.

    This is a true story about believing in yourself; a story about finding  13  you love to do and following your dreams.

    My hope in writing this story is that, if you have a dream, you'll be  14  enough to see it through. It's up to you to make it. Remember that even the farthest  15   always starts with the first step.

I think that I am very lucky because I have a lot of friends. My best friend is Mai. She is 16 years old. She is 2 years older than me. We live in the same village. She is my neighbor and we are now classmates, so we have been friends for so long. Mai is tall and thin. With long black hair, she has got an oval(椭圆形的) face with big bright eyes, a high nose and a small mouth. Mai is very beautiful, especially when she smiles.

    She is always helpful, polite and honest（诚实的）. When her friends have difficulties, she always tries her best to help them. Although we have the same hobbies and interests, we have different personalities（个性）. I am sociable and enjoy telling jokes. My classmates think that I'm rather outgoing(外向的). Unlike me, Mai is quite serious and prefer quietness to noise. However, we can keep secrets together, so we are close friends. Mai is one of the best students in my class and she works hard. I like doing homework with her. She always tries her best to help me with my studies. I think as time goes by, our friendship will be deeper and deeper.

    It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain 1almost a month. The crops were dying. If we 2see some rain soon, we would lose everything

    I was making lunch in the kitchen when I saw my3 son, Billy, walking towards the woods. He was walking with a great effort... trying to be as still as possible. Minutes later, he was once again walking towards the woods. I 4 stand it any longer. I went out of the house and followed him.He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill (溢出）the water he carried.As I came closer, I saw5 sight. Several large deer stood in front of him. Billy walked straight up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. But the deer 6 hurt him nor even moved as Billy got down. And then I saw a baby deer7 on the ground, thirsty, lift its head to lap up(舔) the water in my boy's hands. When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house. I followed him back to a tap. Billy opened it and let the drip slowly fill up his "cup".8he stood up and began to turn back, I was there in front of him. His little eyes9 with tears. Very quickly, he explained 10he was not wasting water. The week before, he had made 11 same trouble with our horses,12 caused him a lecture from his father about the importance of not wasting water.

    This time, I joined him, with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him 13 the baby deer alone , for it was 14job. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they15by other drops... more drops... and more. I looked up at the sky. All I can say is that the rain came that day saved our farm, just like the actions of one little boy saved the little deer.

    When Mary Smith was a1, she wanted to be a teacher, 2 she liked children. When she was twenty, she began teaching in a small school. She was a good teacher, and she3 a lot with the children in her class. They4 her teaching.

One day5of the girls in her class said to her, "Miss Smith, 6does a man's hair become grey before his beard（胡子）does？"

Mary laughed and answered, "I don't know. Helen, do you know？"

    "I don't know7, Miss Smith, "said Helen, "but it happened to my father." The8children in the class laughed when they heard this.

    Then a boy said, "I9, Miss Smith! A man's hair becomes grey10because it's sixteen years older than his beard."