Do you think of your parents? "Yes, of course," you may answer, "I buy a present for my mother on 1. And I give my father a present on Father's Day, 2. "Then what about the other days of a year? Always 3 to think of your parents, not just on some important days.

    I have a friend who 4 alone, because her parents live in another city. One day I went to see her. We had a nice chat. Then she wanted to make a 5. She dialed the number, but then she put the phone 6. After about ten seconds, she dialed the number again, "Hi, Mum……"

    Later I asked, "Why did you dial the number 7?" She smiled, "My parents are old. They can't get close to the telephone 8. I always do so when I call them. I just want to give them 9 time to answer the call."

    My friend is a good girl. She is always 10 her parents. You also want to be a good child, right? So why not learn from her?

    I still remember my kindergarten(幼儿园)teacher, Mrs. White. She looked just like Snow White1she had the same bright eyes and short dark hair.

    We used to2a lot. And I would show what I wrote to Mrs. White for correction (批改). She would look at my writing and see many mistakes in it. But she3made any red correction and she always gave a star. I was feeling 4of my writing each time I got a star. But it5my mother. So one day, when she met Mrs. White at a parent-teacher meeting, Mum asked her why she never corrected my6and why she never said no to her child.

    Mrs. White said, “The children are just beginning to get 7about using words. Spelling and grammar can wait. We can't8that interest with a red pen.” As it was a long time ago, my mother could only remember the main idea of 9Mrs. White said about my writing. However,

    I grew up learning to use words with loving care and 10like that.

    If Mrs. White had used her red pen more often, I 11wouldn't be telling you about this now. Whenever I look back on those encouraging 12from Mrs. White, I feel they just look 13real ones in the night sky—bright, shiny, and guiding me on my way somewhere, I do believe she was such a 14teacher, who tried to use a red pen less to keep the joy, wonder and excitement in a child's 15.

    Thanks to Mrs. White, I have no fear about writing. Also, I'm not afraid of any mistakes in my life!

Once or twice, there was crying and sighing (叹息) from a little leaf, as leaves often do when the wind is blowing. The tree said, "What's the matter, little leaf ?"

"The wind, " said the leaf, "just told me that one day it would pull me off and throw me on the ground. "

" Don't be afraid, " the tree said. "Hold on , and you shall not go off until you are ready. "

So the leaf stopped sighing and went on singing. It grew all summer long until October. When the bright days of autumn came, the leaf saw all the leaves around growing very beautiful. Some were yellow, some were brown, and many were colorful. Then the leaf asked the tree what this meant (意味着).

The tree said, " All these leaves are getting ready to fly away, and they have put on these colors because of their joy (快乐). "

The little leaf started to want to go and grew colorful thinking of it. Then it saw that the branches (树枝) of the tree had no bright colors on them and asked why.

"We must keep on our working clothes because we don't finish our work, " said the tree, "but your clothes are for holidays because your work is now over. "

Just then, the wind came, and the leaf let go (放手) without thinking. The wind took it up and turned it over and over. Then it fell slowly down on the ground, among hundreds of leaves.