Ma Hua graduated from Fudan University. He had a good career in IT and a great life in Shanghai, but he felt there was something missing from his life. He wanted to help others to improve their lives, so in March 2013 he gave up his job. Then he moved to south-west China to do voluntary work in a village primary school.

    He soon became an important member of the local people. In his class, he painted pictures on the walls to help students remember English words. He also spent his money building a playground for the children.

Ma Hua quickly got used to his new life. He got great satisfaction(满意) from his work and felt very happy, even though life there was hard—he had to melt(融化) ice for water and grow vegetables for food. When he was free, he wrote poems describing the peace and beauty around him. Sometimes he would go walking in the mountains and enjoy the beautiful view. Sadly Ma Hua was killed in a car accident in July 2014 at the age of 31. His death was a great loss to all those who knew him, but it is a comfort to know that he lived happily, doing what he loved and enriching the lives of others.

    The wind tried pushing Colin to the ground. It felt as if Colin's news-bag was full of potatoes.

    Maybe it had to do with the news Dad read before Colin left. The morning headlines（标题）were full of the usual sad stories.

    “No good news again!” Dad said.

    Car accidents! House burns! Storm damage（损害）!

    Colin moved quickly from house to house leaving papers in the mailbox. He wished he could bring only good news to his family, also to his friendly neighbours. “How could I make things better for everyone?” he wondered.

    Colin noticed Alice coming. She only had one real eye. The other was made of glass. He liked Alice even if many others laughed at her. He didn't realize how much it helped her, having a friend like Colin.

    Each time Colin left a paper by a customer's door, he thought, “How could I make some good news?”

    Colin gave his usual cheerful “Hi” to everyone on his way. His smile was like the rising sun.

    Someone was crying and he ran to where a little boy had fallen and hurt his leg. Colin calmed him down until the boy's mother arrived.

    “I'm glad you're my paperboy,” she told Colin.

    He continued on his way, but he didn't feel tired. It was fun doing what he usually did—helping others.

    He raced up the street to his last customer. Mrs. Williams saw Colin coming and had peanut butter cookies as a treat for her favourite paperboy. She wondered why such a lively boy always had time to chat with an old lady.

    Colin's own treat for his customers came from his heart. He did have much good news to share, even if he didn't realize it. His smile and polite manners brought cheering-up news to all his customers.

    I look at Grandma, and I don't know what to do.

    "Go! Go! But come back with some wood and some fruit," she says.

    "Ok!" I say, and I run out of the door and down the street out of the town. I follow an old track and it leads me towards the hills. Suddenly I see the nursery in front of me. It is like a sea of green. There are all kinds of trees and a very big vegetable garden. I step inside the gate. It is quiet here, safe from the wind and it smells so good.

    A six-year-old British girl, Mollie Price, is opening up her third candy store. She is said to be one of Britain's youngest bosses. Her stores are called "Mollie's." She sells both British and American candy. The girl would like to open more candy stores. "It might sound crazy, but believe me," Mollie says.

    "It was Mollie's idea to open up the shop. It is Mollie who runs the candy stores," her mother Becky, her "business partner" says.

    Her mother says all the stores are put together and stocked(进货)by Mollie. Mollie works in one of the stores every Saturday, then gets up early Sunday to go to the company's product supplier(供应商). She asks her friends to test the sweets to decide which ones are good. She's good at smart marketing. For example, if the weather is really cold, she sells the Mr Whippy ice cream cheaper than when it's hot outside.

    "Children have the best ideas. I tell my mum what I think and she always says I have good ideas. It's just because I know what other children like," Mollie says.

    Once upon a time there were two boys who lived in a place and worked for the King One boy fell in love with a girl and wanted to give her a present. He suddenly saw a vase filled with the loveliest flowers.

    He decided to take one flower and give it to the girl He did the same thing the next day, and the next, and the next…until, one day, the King noticed a few flowers were left in the vase. The King was so angry that he gathered everyone in the palace and decided to find out the truth.

    When they all stood before the King, the boy thought he should tell the truth.  However the other boy told him not to tell the truth because the King would be angry with him. When the king came near, the boy shook with fear. But he still decided to confess.

    As soon as he told the truth, a smile appeared on the King's face The King said to the boy, "I couldn't have thought of a better use for my flowers".

    Then the King went to the vase and took two of those wonderful flowers, one for the girl, and the other for the Queen.

    This was a very interesting story. I 1 thousands of classes since I started school nine years ago. But one class was 2 of all.

    It happened last term just after I had got a bad result in 3 exam. I was sad and had lost my confidence. I decided 4 to a class 5 can tell me how to be successful. The speaker walked into the room. 6 he did not start talking like a teacher. Instead, he held up a twenty yuan note!

    "Who wants this?" he asked. Unsurprisingly, 7 of us in the class held up our hands. The speaker smiled. Then he put up the note on the blackboard and asked the same question. Again, we put up our hands. The speaker kept 8, but said 9 . Suddenly, he threw the note onto the floor! Then he asked the same question for  10time.

    I didn't understand the speaker. Why was he asking the same question again and again? I didn't know 11 to do. I wanted the note, so I put my hand up again. "You have all just told me how to become successful." He said to us 12 the note in his hand. "The note is worth twenty yuan. It is always worth twenty yuan, even though I throw it on the floor. You are like the note. No matter what happens to you, you still have your worth."

    Hearing those words, I 13 deeply. Suddenly, I realized I was worth a lot. I may have failed, but it doesn't mean I 14 do well in the future. If I believe in15I will be successful!