My mother looked at me seriously. “Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn't it?” she asked thoughtfully. I nodded. “And that is  7  of people, too,” she added.When I   8  that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry and told her the truth. “But you will be a wonderful narrator,” she said,    9  me of how much I loved to read stories'aloud. Thanks to my mother's  encouragement,  I got to know everybody had his or her own    10  in the world. I felt proud of the role in the play.

    I was standing in line behind a woman in her 60s. When it was her turn to pay, the shop owner greeted 1 and asked how she was doing.

    The woman looked down, shook her head and said, “Not so 2, my husband just lost his job. I don't know how I can 3 the holidays.”

    Then she gave the shop owner the food stamps（食品券）for poor families.

    My 4 hurt, I wanted to help but didn't know 5. Should I offer to pay for her food, or ask for her husband's resume（简历）?

    6 I walked towards my car, I met the woman again. I remembered something in my wallet. It wasn't any money or an offer of a job, but7 it would help.

    "Excuse me," I said, "I heard what you said to the shop owner. It sounds like you're going through a really 8 time right now. I'm so sorry. I'd like to give you something."

    I 9 her the small card from my wallet.

    When the woman read the two 10 on the card, she began to cry. Through her tears, she said, "You have no idea how much this 11  to me."

    To tell the truth, her reply was a little 12. Having never done anything like this before, I didn't know what could happen. All I could say was, "Would it be OK to give you a hug?"

    After that, I walked into my car and began to13 too.

    The words on the card?

    "You Matter."

    A few weeks earlier, a friend gave me a similar 14 as encouragement for my work. When I read it, I really felt 15. So I ordered my own box of You Matter cards and started sharing them.

    Xian Xinghai was a very famous musician in China. He wrote one of the greatest pieces of music of the 20^th century. In his short life he wrote 1 300 songs and an opera.

    Xian was born in Panyu, Guangdong, China in 1905. Because his father died before he was born, Xian moved from place to place with 2 mother. He began learning to play 3 violin when he was 20 years old. In the beginning, his violin was 4 cheap and badly made that he5not play it well. His friends laughed at him. Xian did not stop 6 and soon showed his talent. In 1934, he was one of the first Chinese students7studied in a special music school in Paris. Before he 8, Xian became the school's best student 9 won several prizes for his talents.

    In 1935, he returned to China and helped fight against the Japanese army. Later, he came to Yan'an 10 music at a college. 11 there were no pianos in Yan'an at that time Xian still wrote 12 of his most important music there, including The Yellow River, his most famous work.

    In May 1940, Xian 13 to the Soviet Union by the Chinese Communist Party to write music for movies. In the Soviet Union, life was very 14. Xian got sick and later died of a lung illness 15 October 30, 1945, aged only 40. Xian's music, however, lives on in the people's hearts.

    Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl who lived with her father in the forest. One day, a lion came to their house and told the father to let the girl 1 him. The father and the girl were very 2 of the lion. He knew that if his daughter did not get married to the lion, the lion would be very angry and kill them 3. So he had to find a way of 4  the lion.

    After thinking a lot, he said to the lion, "I will be 5 to marry my daughter to you, but she is very afraid of your teeth and claws. If you let me take 6 all out, you can marry her. I am sure my daughter will then make a good 7."

    "No problem!" The lion said. He could  8 think of how much he loved the girl and wanted her to be his wife. So he let the father take out all his teeth and claws. As soon as the lion was toothless and clawless, the father began hitting him 9 a heavy stick. The lion could not defend himself 10 he had no teeth, or claws. Finally, he ran away. He was also unable to kill animals for food. So he soon died.

    There was once a lonely（孤独的） girl 1 wanted love very much. One day while she was walking in the forests, she found two 2birds. She took them home and put them in a small3. She was happy to have two "friends". She4them with love and the birds grew strong. One day the girl5to leave the door of the cage open. The larger and the 6of the two flew out of the cage. The girl was afraid that it 7 away. She caught it quickly. She felt glad that she caught the bird before it could fly away. Suddenly she couldn't8 a sound from the bird. When she opened her hand, the bird was already dead. Her9 killed the bird! Then she noticed 10bird jumping up and down11 the cage. She could feel its great need for freedom（自由）. It wanted to fly into the clear, blue12. So she lifted it from the cage and let it fly away highly. The bird circled once, twice, and three times. The girl 13 as the bird flew. She didn't care about14the bird any more. She wanted it to be happy. Suddenly the bird flew closer and landed softly on her shoulder. It sang the15 song she had ever heard.

    The fastest way to lose love is to hold on it too tightly, and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

    Long long ago in a village, a farmer owned land near the sea. He always needed workers 1 him, but most people did not want to work on farms near the sea. They were afraid of the terrible storms 2often hit and destroyed buildings and plants.

    Finally, a short man came to the farmer. "Are you 3 good worker?" the farmer asked him. "Well, I can sleep when the wind blows," answered the little man. Although 4 by this answer, the farmer gave him the job, 5 he really needed help. The little man worked very 6 on the farm, and the farmer felt pleased 7 his work.

    Then one night the wind blew loudly in from the sea. Jumping out of bed, the farmer 8 to the short man's room. The farmer shouted, "Get up! A storm is coming! 9things down before they are blown away!" But the little man10 in bed lazily and said, "No sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows."

    When 11 the words, the farmer hurried outside to prepare for the storm on his own. 12 his surprise, he found that 13 was tied down and nothing could 14 away. The farmer then understood 15 the short man meant, so he returned to his bed to sleep while the wind blew.

    When you're prepared, you have nothing to worry about. Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life?