A long time ago, there lived a wise man named Zun-Nun in Egypt. A young man came to visit him and asked, “Teacher, why do you dress in 1 a way? Nowadays it's necessary to dress neatly（整洁地）, isn't it? Or how will people know you're really a 2and wise man?”

    Zun-Nun smiled, took a ring from his finger and said, “Young friend, I'll answer your question, 3 first do one thing for me. Take this ring to the market. Can you sell it for one chip of gold?”

    When the young man looked at Zun-Nun's dirty ring, he thought to 4, “How will I sell it at that price?”

    He 5  the ring to the vegetable, meat and fish traders and others in the market. But 6 was willing to pay a chip of gold.

    He returned and told this to Zun-Nun. Zun-Nun said, “Now go to the gold shop and show the ring to the owner. Don't give a 7, just see how much he will pay.”

    One hour 8, the young man was back. “Teacher, people in the market really didn't know the value of this ring. The gold shop owner 9 me 1,000 chips of gold.”

    Zun-Nun smiled. “That's the answer to your question, my friend. Someone can't be valued only from his 10. The ring was a gift from the emperor,” he said.

    Everybody has his own hero in mind and is always trying to copy his behaviors in life. As for me, my 1 is just that man. My grandfather had a small farm. He also worked in a 2.

    One autumn, most of the farmers in the village were all 3, so he promised to help his neighbor harvest the corn as he often did. 4, after harvesting his own corn, Grandpa's little corn machine broke. What was 5, the factory where Grandpa worked made the workers have extra work. He had to 6 the farm early and didn't get back until very late. It now seemed 7 to help out his neighbor because he really had no free time.

    One night, Grandpa 8 that he wouldn't let his neighbor's harvest rot (腐烂) in the field. Without a 9 , he'd harvest it by hand.

    “I don't think you'd have time to do it,” said my grandma. “10, it'd be too dark to do anything at night.”

    “I know of one night that I could do it!” he 11 . “There's still one more full moon in October. If the 12 is clear, I think I can do it.”

    A few days later, after a long shift (轮班) at the factory, my grandpa went to the 13. The weather was cold but clear. He cut all the corn through the night to 14 his word.

    Sometimes, when I want to put off responsibilities, I'd see my grandfather 15 corn in the light of the harvest moon. Behind him, row after row of corn stocks (玉米秸秆) stand at attention in respect for a man who keeps his word.

    My mum is in her seventies. She has 1 a lot. She has faced challenges and seen both successes and failures.

    Recently I asked her to give me three pieces of 2. After several minutes, she said that she needed some time to think about it. This 3 me because she'd always been ready with advice.

    The next day, she gave me a piece of paper with three pieces of advice. She said that these were the 4 that she could come up with. She didn't tell me to save 5 for a better life or work hard. What she told me gave me another 6. Here's the advice my mother 7 wrote for me.

◆Make each day meaningful by 8 someone, or just making that person smile.

◆Don't 9 about life's troubles but remember the good times.

◆Don't worry about things you can't do anything about.

    Everyone 10 someone to give a hand to. My mum is that person in my life. The advice she gave me has made me the person who I'm today.

    Once upon a time, many animals lived in a forest. There was plenty of food for animals to eat and water to drink there. But there was no rain for a whole 1, so the grass dried up and many animals that ate grass died, and there was no enough food for animals who fed on other animals to eat. The animals in the forest began to find it 2 to get food. They were very hungry.

    One day, a wolf met a bear and a jackal in the forest. They had a talk and they thought it would be 3 to join hands with a lion and look for food together.

    They found a lion and told him the thought. The lion 4. The four of them began to hunt.

    The hunting team came across a buffalo. The 5 and the jackal ran after the buffalo. The bear stopped the buffalo. The lion 6 him.

    The jackal planned to share the buffalo among them, so he 7 the buffalo into four parts. However, when they were about to take their own part, the lion roared and said, "Well, friends, the first part is 8 for my leadership. The second part is mine, for I killed the buffalo. The third part is also mine for I need it for my babies. Anyone who needs a part can take the 9. But before that, you will have to win me."

    All the three 10 the place with anger but without any word.

    From this story, we know that if you are powerful, you are right.

    At the age of fifteen, both his legs had been badly hurt in an accident. From that time on he begged, dragging himself along the roads.

    In the villages, people hardly gave him anything — he was too well-known. Everyone had grown tired of seeing him — day after day for forty years, dragging his disabled and ugly body from door to door on his wooden crutches. He was among people, yet loved and cared by no one. They called him "Bell" because he hung between his two crutches like a bell.

    For two days he had eaten nothing. No one gave him anything now. Women shouted at him from their doorsteps when they saw him coming:

    "Go away, you good-for-nothing beggar! Why, I gave you a piece of bread only three days ago!"

    It was December and a cold wind blew over the fields. Now and then he sat down for a few moments' rest. He only got one wish — to eat — but no one offered anything. For three hours he continued his painful journey but received not a half penny.

    When he had visited all the houses he knew, "Bell" sank down in a corner, having no idea what he was waiting for. Several hens ran here and there in front of him. "Bell" watched them at first without thinking of anything. Then a thought reached him —the thought that one of those hens would be good to eat if it were cooked over a fire.

    He took up a stone beside him and luckily killed the nearest hen at the first shot. The hen fell, flapping its wings. "Bell" picked up his crutches, approaching where the hen lay.

    Just as he reached it, he received a strong hit in the back which made him let go of the crutches and sent him flying half a meter away. The owner of the hens, kept kicking him angrily. The other villagers came up and joined the beating. In the end, "Bell", half dead, was shut in the town jail.

    The police had no idea that he might need food, and he was left alone until the following day. When in the early morning they came to him, he was found dead on the floor.