Dear Mr. Wang,
       Someone comes to the office to see you in the morning, but you and your wife are out. He comes here at 10 a.m. Because he is very busy, he goes away half an hour later. He tells me that he is your classmate at college(大学). Now he teaches Chinese in a high school(高中) in this city and he lives near the No. 6 Middle School. He is a very tall man with short hair. He wears a pair of glasses. He tells me his telephone number is  33426685. He is often at home at 7:00 p.m. So you can call him in the evening.

    Twenty years ago, I drove a taxi for a living and sometimes I had to work at night. One late night, I got a telephone call from a neighborhood. When I arrived there at 2:30 a.m., the only building was dark except for a single light in the first floor window. So I walked up and knocked at the door.

    “Just a minute,” answered a weak voice. After a long time, the door opened and a small woman stood in front of me. Next to her was a small suitcase.

    Quickly I took her suitcase to the car and then returned to hold her. She took my arm and we walked slowly to the car. She kept thanking me for my kindness. “It's nothing”, I told her, “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.”

    When we got in the car, she asked, “Can you drive me through downtown?”

    “But it's not the shortest way,” I replied.

    “I'm in no hurry.” she said slowly, “I'm on my way to a hospice（临终医院）. I don't have any family left. The doctor says I don't have very long time.”

    I quietly turned off the meter. For the next two hours, we drove through the city and passed the building where she had once worked, the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived, and some other special places. As the sun was rising, we stopped in front of a low building where two nurses were waiting.

    “How much should I pay?” she asked. “Nothing.” I replied.

    “But you have to make a living.”

    “Oh, there are other passengers.” Without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly and said, “You gave an old woman a little moment of joy, thank you.”

    Sometimes people may not remember exactly what you did or said. However, they'll always remember how you made them feel.

    Ten years ago, I lost my job in Hangzhou. I had to move to Shanghai to find another job. I left my wife and children behind. I missed them very much, so I went home on weekends to see them.

    A few days after New Year's Day, I drove my old car back to Hangzhou. On the way, my car broke down (发生故障). It was so cold and I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, a young man drove up. He tried his best to help me repair the car. He soon got it started.

    I was so thankful that I gave him all the money in my purse, but he refused. Then I got to know that he helped the drivers in trouble on the road every weekend. What a kind man! How lucky I was to meet him in my life!

    Many years later. I still often remember that great man.

    I entered St Thoma's Hospital as a medical student at the age of 18 and spent five years there. I was an unsatisfactory student, for my heart, as you might have guessed, was not in it. I wanted, I had always wanted to be a writer, and in the evening, after my high tea, I wrote and read. Before long, I wrote a novel, called "Liza of Lambeth", which I sent to a publisher and was accepted. It appeared during my last year at the hospital and had something of a success. It was of course an accident, but naturally I did not know that. I felt I could afford to give up medicine and make writing my profession; so, three days after I graduated from the school of medicine, I set out for Spain to write another book. Looking back now and knowing as I do the terrible difficulties of making a living by writing, I realize I was taking a fearful risk. It never even occurred to me.

    The next ten years were very hard, and I earned an average of £100 a year. Then I had a bit of luck. The manager of the Court Theatre put on a play that failed; the next play he arranged to put on was not ready, and he was at his wits' end. He read a play of mine and, though he did not much like it, he thought it might just run for the six weeks till the play he had in mind to follow it with could be produced. It ran for fifteen months. Within a short while I had four plays running in London at the same time. Nothing of the kind had ever happened before. I was the talk of the town. One of the students at St Thomas's Hospital asked the famous surgeon with whom I had worked whether he remembered me. "Yes, I remember him quite well," he said. "One of our failures, I'm afraid."

Yesterday afternoon, my little sister Misty and I played soccer in the park. After a few minutes, we saw an old man walking with his eyes looking around. He told people he was lost, but they didn't help him. He was very 1 .

I walked over to him and asked," Where do you live?" He said he didn't know. I asked him his  2 . He said he was Ray. And he said he was lost for almost two hours. I then asked," Would you like 3 to eat?" He said he was a little 4 . And then I walked over to Misty and told her what happened. Then we 5 to help him and bring him some food.

We asked the old man to sit down and have a re st 6 . Then we ran to the shop nearby to buy some 7 for him. After eating some food, the old man felt much better. Misty and I waited with him 8 his family arrived.

 After three hours, his daughter found him and she 9 us. We were 10 that life gave us a chance(机会) to do just the right thing: the loving thing. To give is better than to get.

任务 A：补全1-4题的信息。每空限填一词。

任务 B：说一说你认为哪个国家的学生午餐更好并说明原因，完成第5题。不得超过10个词。

Do the British eat in the same way as the Chinese? What different habits do they have in eating?

People in the UK do not usually have porridge or noodles for breakfast like the Chinese. They eat bread instead. Hot tea, coffee and milk are their usual breakfast drinks. 

In the UK, lunch is taken at about 1:00 pm, later than that in China. While Chinese people like a hot, filling lunch, many British people today may just have a sandwich, especially if they work in a busy city like London. There are also differences in the way pupils eat lunch. In the past, British children ate hot lunches at school, as most children in China do now, but the food was different. Today, it is more common for British pupils to bring their own lunches to school. They will usually eat a sandwich and a piece of fruit, and drink fruit juice or other soft drinks. Some children like to buy food from shops outside the school, but often this is not allowed. 

The evening meal is the most important meal in both countries. In China people have dinner at about 6:00 pm, and so do many people in the UK. In most families in the UK, there's meat with two or three vegetables and something sweet. But in China, people often have more dishes, and usually with soup. 

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