A man got off the bus and Sam, the bus driver, drove on. Soon the bus1to the next stop.2old man got on it. “This boy 3you his seat." Sam said to the old man. But the boy in the front seat did not move4the old man went up to him, Sam looked at him. Then he said again to the old man in a 5voice,“This boy will be glad to give you his seat.” This time the boy6it. His face 7red. He got up at once. Then the old man sat down 8 said to the boy, “Thank you, my boy."“Most people want 9nice,” Sam told the old man. “They just forget that. Sometimes they need a little10. I am glad to give them such a push sometimes, too.”

    I'm Tony. I love weekends! I always get up late on weekends. For breakfast, I only have 1. It's usually an apple. I have a big lunch. After lunch, I like to eat ice-cream. It tastes 2. In the afternoon, I like to 3. I usually play basketball. 4 I swim. In the evening, I clean my room. I like 5 rooms. I always go to bed late.6 my sister doesn't like weekends. She has a job in a big store and she always 7 on weekends. She never goes out 8 her friends. She usually gets home from work at 22: 00. After taking a shower, she 9. Sometimes she reads in bed. But don't ask her 10 she reads. She always falls asleep(睡着) after reading one or two pages.

    As a young man, Al was a famous artist with his wife and two fine sons. One night, his elder son had a bad stomachache. Thinking it was only some1trouble, neither Al and his wife took the condition very seriously. But the boy died suddenly that night.

    Knowing the child could have been2if he had only realized the seriousness of the situation, he always felt he was guilty (负罪感). To make matters worse, his wife 3him a short time later, leaving him alone with his six-year-old younger son. The hurt and 4of the two situations were more than Al could stand, and he was used to drinking alcohol (酒精) for 5. In time Al became an alcoholic.

Drinking too much alcohol, Al began to lose 6he owned—his land, house, money, etc. Finally Al died alone in a small bar. Hearing of Al's7, I thought, “What a wasted life! What a complete failure!”

    As time went by, I knew Al's now adult son, Ernie. He is one of the8, most caring, most loving men I have ever known. I saw the9between Ernie and his children, thinking that kindness and caring had to come from somewhere.

    I hadn't heard Ernie talk much about his father. One day, I tried to ask him what his father had done so that he became such a special person. Ernie said quietly, “ As a 10until I left home at eighteen, my father came into my room every night, gave me a kiss and said, ‘Love you, son.'”

Looking at life differently

    When I was 14, life was boring.

    However, I didn't mind having the same views (风景)every day. And even though my school had over a thousand students, I didn't really care to notice the differences between us all.

    But this boring view of mine 1when my parents bought me a camera for Christmas. After a month of playing with my new camera, I realized I had no 2for taking pictures. Even though I got friends to pose (摆姿势)in front of ancient buildings and in flowery fields, nothing seemed to3. My photos were clearly missing something of importance and had no creativity. After a while, I dropped my new hobby.

    Then, a month or two later, I suddenly decided to pick it up again. During the summer break, I went for a walk on the railroad tracks (铁轨)behind my house.

    The tracks are a warm red color. Before the walk, I thought," Maybe I should bring my camera."

    Surprisingly, this 4was what began my love for photography. When I was walking on the tracks without a model and only nature around me, I realized how important it was to look at the details (细节)of things. I didn't worry about trying to 5something beautiful. Instead, I just took photos of the beauty already around me.

    I quickly became6about color, lighting, shape and everything in between. After months of studying outdoor sights and looking at people's eyes, I was 7able to create beauty of my own. Slowly, my photos became something I was proud of.

    So far, my works have appeared in two magazines and been shown in two different museums. They're not huge achievements, but they're important to me. And they're the 8of how much my artistic abilities have grown.

    Thanks to this Christmas gift from my parents, I now have a new way of looking at the world.

    Recently I have read another great book by Mark Twain.1name is The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

    Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer are best friends. They have had so many adventures.2this book tells about Huck and another friend of his, Jim.

    Huck lives with a rich3after he finds a box of gold with Tom Sawyer in a cave.4Huck's real dad comes and takes him away from the family. Huck's life in his dad's cabin(小木屋) is5so he cuts a hole in the cabin. Then he manages to make people6that someone has killed him.

    Huck runs away to a small7. Jim is on that island. He is very sad because he thinks that his owner wants to8him.

    Then they go on adventures together. They9die in the wheels of a huge paddle boat and they live on a raft(木筏) with two frauds(骗子).

    Well, that's 10I want to tell you here. It's really a good book. It has lots of adventures and Tom Sawyer will show up.

    Our dog named Zip always brings things home for us to keep! Many of them were toy bears, lambs and ducks. We never could 1the owners.

    One day Dad was 2 the newspaper, "Listen to this, everybody," he said. "To the person who took a Teddy bear from a child′s wagon(推车)-please bring back the toy bear. Our two-year-old son is very 3."

    "Zip does something 4again. He must have taken others′ toys," said Anita.

    "Yes," said Dad, "well, the paper gives the 5. This time I can take back Zip′s 6."

    "Do you think it is 7 to do that?" Mom asked. "If you tell others about Zip, who will believe you?"

    "I will 8 until dark  Then I′ll just put the Teddy bear at the front door and walk away. 9 will see me."

    Dad's idea 10 worked. He put Teddy at the gate. He turned to walk away and knocked into a chair!

    Dad started to 11. But he didn′t get very far. The gate light came on. A man opened the door. "12 is over here?" he called out.

    Dad kept silent and didn′t even try to 13. He just wanted to get away. Then the man saw 14.

    He shouted after Dad, "How 15 you are!" he said, "Taking toys from babies!"