In London, there are many so-called pop-up shops(品牌游击店). Why they get such a name is that they are just temporary {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(arrange).

    Pop-up shops first appeared in the UK in {#blank#}2{#/blank#} early 2000s. They wereoriginally a way for small companies to rent small space in great locations. In 2008，many businesses had to shut down. Shops and some offices {#blank#}3{#/blank#}(leave) empty when people stopped {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(run) them. Smart businessmen occupied some of them quickly because they could start a business with much {#blank#}5{#/blank#}(low) risk. The temporary nature of a pop-up {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(real) gave them the opportunity {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(test) a product and develop a customer base. Being small made {#blank#}8{#/blank#} easier for pop-ups to expand if they were successful.

    Pop-up shops can take many different forms. They might be temporary shops in the high street or a shopping centre. They might be simple market stalls. According to a 2014 report made by the Centre of Economic and Business Research, the pop-up industry was worth £2.1 billion and it is expected to grow {#blank#}9{#/blank#} 8.4% this year.

    Almost anything {#blank#}10{#/blank#} can be on a high street can also be a pop-up. In an age of fast changing habits, the pop-up idea might be here to stay.

    Some students who had graduated visited their university professor. The conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. To offer his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(return) with a pot of coffee and {#blank#}2{#/blank#} variety of cups—porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking, some expensive—telling them to help {#blank#}3{#/blank#} to the coffee.

    {#blank#}4{#/blank#} was when all the students had a cup of coffee in hand that he said, “All the nice-looking expensive cups have been taken up, {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (leave) behind the plain and cheap ones. Actually, the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. {#blank#}6{#/blank#}all of you really want is coffee, not the cup. You consciously went for the best cups, {#blank#}7{#/blank#} then you began eyeing others' cups.”

    “Now consider this Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups, {#blank#}8{#/blank#}  are just tools to hold and contain life. The type of cup we have does not change the quality of life. If we concentrate only {#blank#}9{#/blank#} the cups, we fail to enjoy the coffee. I {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (true) hope that you will never let the cups drive you ... enjoy the coffee instead.”

    How are you getting along with your senior high school? It may be hard for you as this is the first time that you {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(leave) your parents. I know that you are now having trouble {#blank#}2{#/blank#}(communicate) with others, and you may often feel lonely. That's {#blank#}3{#/blank#}you are new here and people don't know about you. But I think you can overcome the difficulty if you can follow the advice below.

    First, you should attach great {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(important) to taking an active part in the discussions and show your own opinions about the matters, and at the same time, learn to listen to other people's views {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (careful). Second, you should learn about your classmates' likes and dislikes,{#blank#}6{#/blank#}can make you get familiar with them. Only in this way can you get to know more {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(difference) people and show them that you are just as friendly. Last but not least, I'm always here ready to help. We can take part in some {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(activity) together and I can introduce you to others.

    There's no need {#blank#}9{#/blank#}(worry) too much, people will know you more very soon and will like to make friends with you if you can do {#blank#}10{#/blank#} the above. Just remember, "God helps those who help themselves".

    I grew up in one of the poorest communities on the south side of Atlanta, US and was raised by a single mother who didn't finish 3rd grade. Not many people expected much of me, so I had to expect something of {#blank#}1{#/blank#}.

    On my 13th birthday, I bought a poster of Harvard and put it up in my room. Being at Harvard was {#blank#}2{#/blank#} I dreamt about all the time though many people thought it was far {#blank#}3{#/blank#} my reach. I would bum the midnight oil,{#blank#}4{#/blank#} (bury) in piles of books. I'd begin my day by asking myself these two questions, "What do I want in my life?" and "Are the things I am doing today going to get me closer to that life?"

    {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (remind) myself of my goal each made it easy to say no to the same choices I saw my peers making, because those paths wouldn't have taken me closer to my goal. Asking myself those questions gave me the courage and energy to study just one more hour on my SATs when my friends were asleep; and it gave me the determination to submit（提交）just one more scholarship {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (apply) when 180 others had already turned me down.

    On March 31st, 2011, {#blank#}7{#/blank#} email arrived from Harvard. The first word was "Congratulations!" A

    month later, Harvard invited me to visit the campus {#blank#}8{#/blank#} for the first time I got to see inside Sanders Theater, tour Widener Library and eat dinner in Annenberg Hall. I couldn't wait to start my {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (explore) here.

    Who you are today is the result of the decisions that {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (make) earlier, and who you will be tomorrow will be the result of the choices you make today. Who do you want to be tomorrow?

How can my son be a year old already?

    My son turned one last week. The day marked the end of {#blank#}1{#/blank#} has been both the longest and shortest year of my life. I haven't slept for a year and I don't really know how time works any more. From the instant he was born, it's felt {#blank#}2{#/blank#} my son has always been part of this family.

    How is he one already? First he was born, and was a sleepy ball of flesh then, and now in his place is a little boy who {#blank#}3{#/blank#} walk and has teeth and knows how to switch off the television at precisely the most important moment of anything I ever try to watch. It's not exactly {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (extraordinary) development in all of human history — child gradually gets older — but it's the first time I {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (see) it close up. It's honestly quite hard to grasp. Even photos of him {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (take) last week seem like a different boy. He's leaving milestone after milestone in his tiny parts of me along with them.

    He'll never again be the tiny baby who lay in my arm, {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (suck) on my little finger in the middle of the night while his mum slept, {#blank#}8{#/blank#} will he be the baby amazed by the taste of solid food. Soon enough he'll stop being the baby who rests his head on my shoulder whenever he gets tired, or laughs uncontrollably whenever I say the word 'teeth' for reasons, {#blank#}9{#/blank#} I don't think I'll ever work out.

    But I've had a year of this and it's ok. He's never going to stop changing, and I don't want him to. This sadness, this constant sense of loss, of time slipping just {#blank#}10{#/blank#} your grasp, is an important part of this process. He won't realise this, of course. He's got years of unbroken progress ahead of him, where everything will always be new. Years of his life will pass in a moment and he won't be able to understand where they've gone.

    But it's ok. You can't freeze time. You just have to make the most of what you have.