One day a poor farmer was taking a bag of wheat to town. Suddenly the bag 1 from his horse onto the road. He did not know 2 to do about it because it was 3 heavy for him to lift the bag by himself. He only hoped that someone would soon pass by and 4 him a hand.

    Just at this moment a man 5 a horse came up to him. But the farmer's heart6 when he saw who he was. It was the great man living 7. The farmer had hoped to ask another farmer or a poor man like him to come along and help him. He couldn't ask such a great man to help him. But to his 8, the great man got off his horse as soon as he came nearer. He said to the farmer, "I see you 9 help, friend. How good it is that I'm here just at the right time." Then he took one end of the bag, and the farmer the other. They together raised it and put it on the horse.

    "Sir," asked the farmer, "how can I pay you?"

    "It's quite easy." the great man replied with 10. "Whenever you see anyone else introuble, do the same for him."

    Mr. White with his wife was now living at a small Italian hotel. Last year they had stayed in Italy for months on holiday. One night he went out for a walk1. It was late. The small street was dark and 2. Suddenly he heard steps behind him. He 3 his head and saw a middle-aged woman with wild hair， who quickly walked past him. The woman was 4 out of sight when Mr. White suddenly found that his watch was 5. He thought it was the passing woman who had taken his watch， 6 he ran quickly after her and soon caught up with her. As he knew 7 Italian， Mr. White had to ask the woman to8 the watch in another way. He showed the woman his strong arms and pointed to her watch pocket. The woman thought a while and gave the watch to Mr. White.

    Mr. White returned home and told his wife 9had happened. He was greatly 10 when Mrs. White pointed to the watch on the table. Now he found it was he himself that had taken the Italian's watch.

    My mum works on Saturdays, so every Saturday my aunt, Jenny, takes me somewhere interesting. For example, once she took me to the sea museum, and then she made me do a project (专题研究) about my favourite 1.

    Last Saturday, Jenny took me to an old people's home. She was a volunteer there, so she 2 went there in her free time. There were a lot of old people there. Jenny introduced 3 to some of them. Then she asked me if I would like to read the newspaper to them. I was glad to do that. I read 4 so they could hear me. They said my reading was excellent. I felt really 5.

    Later, Jenny and I had 6 with them. I sat at a table with one man and two women. During lunch, they told me stones about their lives. The man had been a guide. The two women were from other 7. Mrs Wang came from China, and Mrs Guleed was from South Africa. They 8 their lives in their hometowns. It sounded different.

    After lunch, Jenny 9 the piano. Some of the people sang along to the music. The people there were very kind to me. I liked them so much that I began to 10 them as soon as I got home.

    One day a professor entered the classroom and told the students about a surprise test. Now the professor gave the test papers to all students with text facing down at the desk. After he 1 the test to all students, he asked —them to turn the test pages and begin.

    Students were 2 to see that there was not a question but just a black dot(小圆点）in the center of the page. The professor 3 the students' face expressions and told them," I want you to write about what you see there."

    The students were 4 surprised but got started with the test. At the end of the class, the professor took all answer papers and started reading each 5 from each paper. All of them 6 about the black dot and tried to explain its position(位置). After the professor finished reading, the whole class was 7 .

    8 , the professor explained, "Don't worry. I'm not going to give you 9 for this test, but I just want you to think about something. Here everyone paid attention to the black dot and wrote about it 10 no one wrote about the white paper, the same is with our lives. The white paper represents our whole life and the black spot represents 11 in our life.

    Our life is a gift given to us 12 God, with love and care, and we always have reasons to celebrate-our friends around us, the joy 13 provides us our livelihood, the happiness in our families. Still we only care about problems like health problems, study problems, problems in relationships, but we 14 see that these problems are very small compared everything we have in our lives”

    So we should try to take eyes off our problems and enjoy each nice moment that life gives 15. Just smile, and life will smile to us!

    Last July, my 12-year-old car died on California's Santa Freeway. It was an hour before sunset, and I was 25 miles from home. I couldn't reach anyone to pick me up, so I1to take a bus. Not knowing the routes(线路), I thought I should just go east.

    A bus stopped. I got 2and asked the driver how far she was going. "Ten more miles, "she said. There was3bus I could take from there. This clearly was going to be a long night. I got off at the end of the route and she told me which bus to look4.After waiting for 30 minutes, I began to think about a very expensive taxi5home. Then a bus came up. There was no lighted number above its windshield(挡风玻璃).It was out of service, but the door opened. It was the same driver." I just can't leave you here, "she said." This isn't the nicest place. I will take you home." "You will drive me home on the bus? "I asked in 6. "No, I will take you in my car," she said. "It's a long way, "I insisted." Come on, "she said." I have nothing 7to do." She began telling me a story 8we drove from the station in the car. A few days9, her brother had run out of gasoline(汽油).A kind man picked him up, took him to a service station and then back to his car." I'm just passing the kindness along," she said. When I offered her money as a thank-you, she refused." Just do 10nice for somebody. Pass it along, "she said.