Friday June 21^st, 2017 Cloudy

    There were no classes this afternoon. My classmates all went to People's Park. They had

{#blank#}1{#/blank#}good time, but I didn't go.

    After lunch Aunt Huang came in and she looked{#blank#}2{#/blank#}(worry). "Grandma is ill," she said, "I must take to hospital. But my baby, … I can't leave her by{#blank#}3{#/blank#}(her)."

    Mum and Dad were not at home. So I said, "Don't worry. I can look{#blank#}4{#/blank#}her."

    "Thank you, Ling Feng." Then she left.

    The baby was about ten{#blank#}5{#/blank#}(month) old. At first she was asleep. Half an hour later she woke {#blank#}6{#/blank#}and began to cry. "Don't cry," I said. I talked to her. But she looked at me and cried harder and harder. I turned on the radio. She stopped{#blank#}7{#/blank#}(cry) and listened to the music. After a few minutes she started to cry again. "Listen to me," I said. I started to sing. The baby watched and listened, and she{#blank#}8{#/blank#}(not) cry any more. Then I made faces and jumped like a monkey. The baby laughed and laughed.

    All that afternoon I jumped and sang and did all kinds of things. {#blank#}9{#/blank#}Aunt Huang came back, I was so tired.

    In the evening, my friend Liu Ming came to see me. I told him the whole story. He laughed.

    "You are great! I'm going to tell everyone: „Bring your babies to Ling Feng. {#blank#}10{#/blank#}can take good care of your babies.'"

    An artist painted many pictures of great beauty. But he found that he had not yet painted a "real" picture.

    He began his trip to look {#blank#}1{#/blank#} the most beautiful thing in the world. {#blank#}2{#/blank#}the way, he met an aged priest(神父)who {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (ask)him where he was going. "I don't know, "said the artist." I want  {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (paint)the most beautiful thing in the world. Perhaps you can direct me to it. ""How easy, "replied the priest." In any church, you will find it 'Faith'(信仰, 信任)is the most beautiful thing in the world. "

    The artist traveled on.  {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (late), a young mother told him the most beautiful thing is "Love".

    "Love" {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (make)the world go round. Without love there is no beauty.

    Still the artist continued his search. He asked a soldier the same question and his answer was "Peace". He said, "War is ugly and wherever you find peace, you will find beauty, faith and love."

    "How can I paint all of  {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (they)—Faith, Love and Peace? "He thought and thought. He was surprised that without {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (think)where he was going, he had got to his familiar place. In the {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (face)of his wife and children, he saw Love and Faith. "We are thinking of you all the time. We prayed(祈祷)you would return to us safely, "said his wife. The artist sat on his favourite old chair and his heart was at peace.

    The artist painted the most beautiful thing in the world and {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (call)it "Home".