The tourist bus winded its way into a mountainous area. When it was 1 to make a turn, two passengers,  2 of young lovers, were so attracted by the beautiful scenery that they  3  a stop to get down. They were left behind and the bus went 4 . Suddenly they heard a loud boom  5  of the road. It was a huge rock rolling down in the landslide that hit the bus and fell with it into a deep valley. The lovers were greatly  6  by the news that no passengers on board  7 . When they calmed down they  8  and expressed their feelings in a few words.

    The above story was told by a guide when we were riding a tourist  9  to a beautiful mountain. He asked us to guess what the lovers said  10 after the disaster that they had narrowly escaped.

    Often we read reports about traffic accidents, among which there were  11  ones who missed the bus and  12  the disaster. Those people usually said with a sigh of  13 “Fortunately I was not on board.” On our bus the passengers'   14  to the guide were various.

    But the answer was quite out of our expectation. “If we hadn't got down and  15  the bus, it would have  16  the dangerous spot and all the passengers would have survived.”

    The story passed from person to person as a sort of wit (智慧) test, but I think  17 . It actually serves as a(n)  18  of a person's mind. I pay my heart-felt respect to the couple who, instead of feeling lucky,  19  themselves for causing the loss of lives. People all have heart for  20 , but it is often a flashing thought across one's mind that decides whether it is good or evil (邪恶的).

    The wagon train (马车队) had been traveling for weeks now. Emily was getting tired — tired of not having a comfortable bed to sleep in or a 1 home. She was also 2 because there was never anything fun for a girl of her age to do. Mama promised it wouldn't be too much longer, 3 the trip seemed to take forever.

    Then, one day, a rabbit caught Emily's eye. Maybe she could 4it, and then she'd have a pet! Emily ran after the rabbit into the woods behind the wagons, but it 5. Emily looked for it, and at last she 6. She turned to go back, but 7looked familiar (熟悉的). She started in one direction, but it was the wrong 8. Emily tried another direction, but soon found that that was 9, too.

    Emily was   10. What if she couldn't 11 the wagons? What if they didn't realize she was 12 and just kept moving farther and farther away from her? What if some dangerous animal attacked her?

    Emily sat on the ground and started to cry ... but wait ... did she hear 13? She stood up and ran toward them. As she got 14, she recognized Mama's voice and the voices of some of the men from the 15. Then she could see them. Emily ran as 16 as she could, right into Mama's 17 arms.

    Mama carried Emily back to their wagon and put her to bed. Emily was 18 that she was home. 19 was wherever Mama was. She'd never 20 about being bored again.

    I was a single(单身的) parent of four small children, working at a low-paid job. Money was always tight, but I 1 to make ends meet(收支平衡), and if not a lot, 2 we had enough. Not knowing we were poor, my kids just thought I was 3. I've always been glad about that.

    It was Christmas time, and although there wasn't 4 for a lot of gifts, we planned to celebrate with a family party. But the big 5for the kids was the fun of Christmas 6. They planned weeks ahead of time, asking 7 what they wanted for Christmas. 8, I had saved $120 for gifts to be shared by all five of us.

    The big day 9. I gave each kid a twenty-dollar bill and 10 them to look for 11 of about four dollars each. Then everyone went away excitedly. We had two hours to shop and 12 back at the “Santa's Workshop”.

    Driving home, everyone was in high Christmas spirits, 13 my youngest daughter, Ginger, who was unusually 14. She had only one small, flat bag with a few candies —fifty-cent candies! I was very doubtful but I didn't say anything 15 we got home. I called her into my bedroom and closed the door. This is what she told me:

    “I was looking 16 thinking of what to buy when I 17 to read the little cards on the “Giving Trees”. One was for a little girl, four years old, and all she 18 for Christmas was a doll. So I took the card off the tree and 19 the doll for her. We have so much and she doesn't have anything.”

    I never felt so 20 as I did that day.

    When I think about what my hero means to me, I realize that most of my special memories and feelings toward my hero come from the little things he does every day. My hero is not a celebrity or such a recognizable face. My hero is not a national hero or a multi – millionaire. He has never saved me from a burning castle or an avalanche（雪崩）, but he does 1 me and tell me to have a good day. He is just an 2, quiet man, whom I honor.

    My dad is my hero because he is brave, skilled, and 3. I know many people say their dads are their heroes, but my dad teaches me about becoming a man, which is extremely important for a young boy.

    Respect goes a long way with my dad, as does patience. As a(n) 4, my dad must deal with people every day, some of whom are nice and some are not. Either way, he 5 his well-mannered attitude.

    Dad is not afraid of many things, or if he is, he doesn't tell me 6he wants to seem tough. He may not be a big guy but since he works with his 7 all day, he is very strong. Dad works outdoors in all kinds of 8 but the worst thing he has to do is 9 up and work in an attic (顶楼) in the middle of the summer. Trust me, this is the 10 place you will experience as an electrician and when you come back 11, what is in your lungs will make you 12 for hours.

    My dad and I have a very good 13. We talk about almost everything. We go hunting, fishing, and everything a dad and son would do. My dad and I enjoy 14 most because it gives us time outdoors together and there is nothing like that. He has 15 and taught me everything I need to know about 16.

    I am 17 to be the son of Mike C. , and would not have it any other way. People come up to me all the time to 18 me I have a good dad. It makes me feel 19 that a lot of people think so 20 of him. He is a good teacher of my life and would do anything for me. This is why my father is my hero.

    I am a nurse working in a hospital. It was a 1 morning when an elderly gentleman 2 to have his heart condition checked by the doctor. He said he was in a hurry 3 he had an appointment at 9:00 a. m.

    I had him take a seat. Since there were a lot of people 4 to see the doctor, I knew it would be over an hour 5 the doctor would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch 6 while waiting. To make him not feel so 7 with nothing to do for long hours, I decided to go over and 8 with him for a while. The gentleman told me that he 9 to go to the nursing home to have breakfast with his mom. His mother had been suffering from a disease and had 10 there for several years.

    As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit 11. He replied, "She can't 12 me now." I was 13, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, 14 she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled and said, "She doesn't know me, but I 15 make out who she is—the woman who gave me not only 16 but a mother's whole love." I was moved to tears and felt very 17 on such a winter day. The 18 between parents and children is everlasting (永恒的).

    Just then, a young man came up and said to the man, "Grandpa, now it's my 19 to see the doctor. I am not in a hurry, so you can do it first." The elderly man was very 20 and went in the doctor's to have his heart examined.

    When the one-year anniversary(周年) of my mother's passing came around, I found myself in the kitchen preparing some of her favorite dishes. I hadn't planned this, 1 there I was, making her famous soup from the turkey I had roasted the day before.

    As I was cooking, some of the deep sadness I was experiencing at this one-year mark moved through me. I loved working with mom in the kitchen but now thinking about her, I began to feel more 2.

    While the 3 boiled in my kitchen, I realized that I was reconnecting with my mother through 4. I laughed a bit at myself when I thought about all the dishes I had cooked that week. 5 knowing it, I had created a beautiful ritual (仪式) to honor my mother and to 6 myself at this time. I suddenly felt my mother at hand and this place was filled with her presence. I was so 7 that I began talking to her, acting 8 she were here with me.

    "What else should we make?" I asked us both, wanting to keep the ritual from 9.

    "Irish Potato Pancakes" was the reply.

    10 I made potato pancakes was two and a half years ago. I had 11 my engagement (订婚) ring to make the dough (面团), and never found it again. Since then, I 12 to use that recipe (菜谱) even though I really liked those pancakes. It's sort of 13 but I never considered making them again, treating them as if they were to blame for the loss of my ring.

    My mom knew how 14 I was about losing my ring. I had always called her whenever I lost something. She had a talent for helping me find my way to lost things, 15 this time.

    I reached for the 16 without another thought of the ring. My mom did love Irish things and these were delicious. I opened the large cookbook and 17 the pancake recipe. At once, 18 at the bottom of the page 19. There, pressed into the pages of the cookbook, was my diamond ring! I slipped my ring onto my trembling hand and a smile filled my soul as I whispered, "Thanks, mom."

    That day, I made potato pancakes 20the shape of hearts.