One day a man met Socrates and said, “Do you know what I just heard about your friend?” “1 a minute," Socrates replied. "Before you talk to me about 2 friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment to filter (过滤) what you're going to 3. I call it Three Filter Test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely 4 that what you are about to tell me is true?" "Well, no," the man said. “5 I just heard about it and ..." "All right," said Socrates.  "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now, let's try the second filter, the filter of 6. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend 7 good?" "No, on the contrary..." "So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about my friend, but you're not certain it's true. You may 8 pass the test though, because there's one filter left - the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be 9 to me?" "No, not really." "Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is 10 true, nor good, nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"

    Many years ago, my dad worked in a children's hospital.

    A girl in the hospital had a 1 illness. She couldn't move her hands or feet. She could only move her head. She 2 on bed every day and she was very sad. Even the 3 couldn't help her.

    My dad 4 to try his best to help her. He brought paints, brushes and paper to her room. He hung (挂) the paper on the wall, put the brush in his 5 and began to paint. He didn't use his hands at all. Only his head moved. My dad 6 the girl, “See, you can do anything you want to do.”

    Soon the girl began to paint using her own mouth. She and my dad became good friends. But my dad fell ill 7 that time and he had to stay at home.

    Two months later, my dad went back to the children's hospital. 8 he went into the hospital, the girl ran to him and hugged him tightly (紧紧地). She gave my dad a picture and said, “I 9 this picture with my hands. Thank you for helping me.”

    My dad would cry every time he told us this 10. He would say, “Sometimes love is more powerful (有力量的) than doctors.”

    Today is Sunday. Mr. Smith drives the car to the zoo with his family. They want to see animals. They get to the zoo at 9:00 in the morning.

    They see smart elephants, cute pandas and many other animals. Mrs. Smith's favorite animals are elephants. They are very friendly and they have long noses (鼻子). The elephants from Thailand can draw very well. They're one of Thailand's symbols. Look at the small panda. He looks unhappy. He can't find his mother. The visitors(游客) can see the animals, but they can't give them food. Too much food isn't good for them.

    Welcome to the zoo and play with them.

Last night one of my Chinese friends took me to a concert of Chinese folk music. The piece which was played on the erhu especially moved me. The music was strangely beautiful ，but under the beauty I sensed a strong sadness and pain. The piece had a simple name，Erquan Yingyue （Moon Reflected on Second Spring），and I began to understand the sadness in the music. 

The music was written by Abing，a folk musician who was born in the city of Wuxi in 1893. His mother died when he was very young. Abing's father taught him to play many musical instruments，such as the drums，and in the year of 1910，Abing was known for his musical ability. However，Abing's life grew worse. He was very poor. Not only that，he developed a serious illness and became blind. For several years，he continued to sing and play on the streets. He performed in this way for many years. 

Abing's amazing musical skills made him very popular during his lifetime. By the end of his life，he could play over 600 pieces of music. Many of these were written by Abing himself. It is a pity that only six pieces of music in total were recorded for the future world to hear，but his popularity continues to this day. Today（伤口） from their own sad or painful experiences. 

Hi! I'm Lingling. I'm 12 years old. I live in Sichuan {#blank#}1{#/blank#} my parents.

Sichuan has many different {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (kind) of tea. My dad enjoys {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (drink) tea very much. Sometimes, he asks me, "Lingling, would you like {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (have) a cup of tea with me?" I always say no, {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (/bɪˈkɒz/ ) I don't like the bitter taste (苦味).

This evening, Dad makes tea again. Dad {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (put) some tea leaves (茶叶) in a cup and then some hot water into it. The tea leaves open slowly (慢慢展开). Then the water turns brown. It's like {#blank#}7{#/blank#} beautiful Chinese painting.

I take a cup and taste the tea. I find the tea tastes {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (well). I am {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (interest) in tea, too.

I think life is just like a cup of tea. Things around {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (we) are like the hot water and we are like the leaves. The leaves can only let out a great taste through hot water.