Wang Hui and Daming are good 1. Daming is 2 Beijing and Wang Hui 3from Shanghai. 4 are twelve years old. Daming is 5 Class Two. Wang Hui is in6, too. Their English teacher is Miss Li. 7 is a good teacher.

    Daming 8 football and Wang Hui likes basketball. Wang Hui can swim, but Daming 9. Look ! Daming is 10 football. Wang Hui is playing basketball .

    It all started at the beginning of the ninth grade. Angela found she couldn't see things clearly all the time. She became very 1, but she hoped nobody would know that. When her mother asked her to see the eye doctor, she didn't 2. But her mother's mind was made up.

    Three days later, Angela got new 3 and instructions from her doctor. "All of the kids will think I'm silly," Angela said. Her mother 4 and shook her head, "You look just as beautiful as before." But Angela didn't believe her.

    The next day, Angela kept the glasses in her pocket as she walked into the schoolyard. She felt 5. Suddenly, she heard her friend Della shout. Angela ran over to the other girls. "6 is the matter?" she asked.

    "My ring is gone!" Della cried. "My sister sent it to me from California. It's very special and I can't lose it." Angela and her friends began to 7 for the ring in the grassy area of the playground. Angela realized that she could do better 8 she could see better. She took the glasses out and put them on. Everything looked so different! So clear! She looked down at the ground and a bright light caught her 9. It was the ring.

    "Here it is," she shouted. She handed it to Della.

    "Thanks, Angela." Della said. "I 10 thought we'd find it." She paused (停顿). "Hey, I didn't know you wore glasses. They look great!"

    "Maybe wearing glasses won't be so bad after all," Angela thought.

    I know a Catherine who is smart, educated and interesting. But I avoid her because she never 1 complaining(抱怨)! For years, I fought against my feelings, because I really like and admire(赞赏) her, but I've found I just can't be her friend. Her world is 2“but.”. The trip would have been nice, but the drive was too long.  The food was good, but the light of the restaurant was too  3.  The hotel was too hot, the bed hurt her back and the room service was too slow. Her complaints were 4 changing me.  Months ago, my best friend Daisy was listening to me complaining about Catherine 5 she just became really angry. “Either break up with her, or leave me alone.” She shouted at me, “I'm tired of listening to your complaining. ” Her honesty surprised me, and I began to keep myself away from Catherine. Later, I did 6 her.

    Now I try to remain happy and positive (积极的) about life, and find friends of the same. There's been scientific research lately. It shows that people who find 7 to be thankful for their lives are actually happier, and I believe that is true. Endless complaining seems to control your life if you let it come into your brain. And too much complaining will actually make your life 8.

    Some people take “gratitude ( 感激之情) walks” every day, where they 9their lives in a positive way. By developing a grateful attitude, you can be turned away from what's troubling you, and 10 what makes you happy. Then you will have a beautiful life. 

The greatest source of inspiration for me has always been my father. Though he's been gone for 17 years, his 1 still resonate (产生共鸣). He taught me how to run my own race in life. But the most inspiring thing he taught me was to 2.

One incident is 3 in my mind. It happened when I was a teenager. My sister and I weren't very fond of a so-called friend of 4. Dad was a very generous man, and as he'd done with so many people, he'd given this fellow great help. But when he asked for a favor 5, the guy didn't deliver.

Dad's outlook (人生观) on most things was "Live and let live." In this case, however, his calmness 6 Terre and me, and we let him know it.

"How can you be nice to that man?" we said to him. "You've been so kind to him, and he's not being kind back. Why would you want to give him the time of day again?"

My father shrugged (耸肩) and said to us, " I do not bend my back with 7." I didn't get it at first, but over the years I came to understand the 8. Holding a grudge (怨恨) doesn't 9 the person you're angry with, but it changes you. It makes you heavier and gives you more weight to drag around.

After my father died in 1991, a (n) 10 came from a fellow I'd had a quarrel with years before to 11 his sympathy. He wrote: " I thought I'd tell you how sorry I am 12 the loss of your father. I know he 13 the world to you. I just wanted to let you know that you are in my thoughts."

Much moved, I wrote back. I thanked him for his 14. And then, because he'd 15 our disagreement, I recalled Dad's inspiring words. "I am my father's daughter," I wrote. "And like him, I do not bend my back with yesterday."

The Picture of Peace

When Mike was seven, he knew his dream was to be a photographer. He kept working on it for years. Recently, he was trying to take a picture of a sunset(日落) to enter the school1 competition. 

"Mom，it has been cloudy these days. I don't think I can get this picture!" Mike complained. 

"Why not use one of your photos on the computer?" suggested Mom. 

"I can't-the rules say the photos have to be taken with a traditional camera. We hand in a roll of film, it gets developed(冲洗胶卷), and we2 one photo for the competition. "

"Why is a sunset so important?" Mom asked. 

"The3 of the competition is peace，" Mike explained, "and I feel most peaceful seeing a sunset. "

Zach, his six-year-old brother came out of the bedroom. " Hey, you want to take a picture of me? Look!" He put both arms over his head. 

"Not right now, " said Mike, laughing. 

That very afternoon, Mike felt excited when he saw clear skies. He carefully lined up his shot(镜头) and waited4 till the sun reached the ground. 

"That's it! Perfect!" he shouted cheerfully. 

The next morning, Mike noticed he could take one more picture to complete the roll of film, so he walked into Zach's room. Zach was 5 quietly with a teddy bear under his arm. Mike didn't wake Zach up, and carefully took a picture of him. 

A week later, Mike got the photos. The sunset picture was the one he was most6 to see. There it was! It was as nearly perfect as Mike had expected. 

Then, he looked through the other photos. Suddenly，he stopped. His eyebrows(眉毛) rose as he 7 the photo of Zach. He looked back at the photo of the sunset，which seemed less perfect now. He 8 the two choices. Finally, he decided to hand in the photo of Zach for the competition.