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.

    Mr. Black was over fifty years old. He sometimes made some mistakes in his work, and he lost his work. So he had 1 time every day to do something. Then he often met his old friends under a big tree. They had drinks there and talked 2 anything they liked.

One day, some old men were sitting together again and talking about young people in this world. They all agreed that the old people were 3 than young people. Then one of the old 4 said that young men were stronger than old men. 5 of them agreed that this was true, 6 Mr. Black didn't. He said, "No. I am as strong now as when I was a young man." His friends were surprised 7 what he said. "Well," said Mr. Black, "Near my house there is a big stone. When I was a young man, I used 8 to move it, but I couldn't because I was not 9. I am an old man now, and when I try to move it, I still 10. So, I am as strong as when I was young."

    The Nobel Prize in literature for 2012(诺贝尔文学奖) is awarded to the Chinese writer Mo Yan. Mo Yan is the first Chinese1to win the world's most important literature prize.

    Mo Yan is a pen name that2“Don't Speak.” The 57-yeat-old author,3 real name is Guan Moye, was born in 1955 and grew up in Gaomi in Shandong Province. His parents were farmers. During China's Cultural Revolution (文化大革命), he left school to work4the age of 12, first in agriculture and later in a factory. In 1976, he5China's People's Liberation Army (中国人民解放军) and began to study literature and write. He was6for his novel Hong Gaoliang Jianzu in 1987. The story happens in the eastern China countryside, which was changed into7languages. That story was later made into a movie by leading Chinese director Zhang Yimou.

    But Mo Yan is not the first Chinese-languages writer to win the Nobel Prize. Chinese-born Gao Xingjian was honoured in 2000, but he left8to  live and work in France in 1987 and became a French citizen(公民).

    The Nobel Prizes include prizes for different kinds of sciences9the Nobel Peace Prize. The Nobel Prizes10given to the winners by the Swedish King every year on the anniversary of Nobel's death.

    Many years ago in a village, Harlem, Holland, there lived a young boy. His name was Hans and he was eight years old. One1day, Hans went across the reservoir(水库) to visit an old blind man. He gave the man some biscuits and stayed there for a while. Then, Hans decided to2his home.

    "The water in the reservoir usually gets3in autumn," said the old man." Be4, Hans." On his way home, Hans sang a song, watched the rabbits run around and picked some flowers for his mother.5, the sky got dark and heavy rain began to fall. Hans felt afraid and started to, 6Just then, he heard the sound of water running away. He looked around carefully, and then7a very small hole in the dam(水坝).

    Hans felt scared8he knew what could happen. The9could get bigger and bigger. Then the dam could break and the whole Harlem would be covered by water. Hans knew what to do. He put his finger into the hole,10no more water could come through it. "Please, someone, help me!" Hans11. But there was no one to help him. After some time, he began to feel very cold and tired, but he could not12the dam. All night long, Hans waited and waited...

    The next morning, a farmer walked by and heard Hans' cries. "I am trying to stop the13,"the boy said. "Can you help me?" The farmer called some other people and they quickly14the hole. Then, they took Hans home. Everyone was very proud of that15boy.

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     "Hi! John." Mary ran towards me with a bright smile, saying. "I'm going to have a dance performance tonight. I hope you'll come. Here is the ticket. Don't forget!" Then she left in a hurry. "What? Dance? Is that1?" I asked myself. Mary was not such a kind of girl. She was quite common one. I had never seen her wearing colorful clothes. In fact, she really did not know how to dress up. What a terrible thing!

    "I should go to, I must go to." I thought.

    I arrived at the hall with the ticket, found my 2 and sat down. Her performance was the seventh one. I knew I would have a 3 time before her turn, for I had no sense of art, but her performance was worth watching, no matter how long I would wait.

    Time went4I tried my best not to fall asleep.

    Just then, came the words, "Let's welcome the next exciting dance - Latin!"

    Hearing this, I opened my eyes as large as possible, fearing to lose anything. Wearing a golden and shining skirt, Mary appeared. She5with a sweet smile, looking like a pretty butterfly flying. I could hardly believe my eyes.

    After the performance was over, I waited for her at the gate.

    "Hi!" She stood in front of me with her crystal（水晶）shoes. "How do you feel?" "Fantastic!" I answered.

    "Ha, ha. I knew 6 would be." She could not hide her excitement, laughing like a child. At the time, I realized that every girl has a pair of special shoes which are like the crystal shoes of Cinderella.