When I was a law professor, a student reported that I made an error in grading his exam by giving him too many points. He was 1 and after thanking him for his honesty, I changed the 2 in my records. His beaming (欢笑的) face turned to 3. “You're lowering my grade?” he said angrily. “I would never have come in 4 ……”. He didn't finish the 5, but it was obvious that his display of honesty was false. He thought he'd have it all— praise and the 6 grade. Several colleagues thought I should have let the higher grade 7 because all I'd accomplished was to discourage him from being 8 in the future. And every time I tell this 9, some people agree with this remark. But I can't see how I could give good 10 for worsening my mistake in grading by undermining (损害) the honesty of all my grades by failing to 11 an error. The grade itself would be a dishonest 12 of his knowledge and it would have been 13to other students. How could I possibly give a student a gift of an14 grade? I know 15 reporting an error in one's favor is unusual, but, like 16 extra change, it's clearly the right thing to do. People of character, those with real honesty, hate to give up benefits as 17 as anyone else. The difference is that for them a good conscience and reputation is 18enough to give reason for the cost of doing the right thing. Perhaps lowering the student's grade did 19 him from being honest in the future, but bribing (贿赂) him to be honest so that he does the right thing when it's cost-free would have 20him even more. The duty to be honest is about right and wrong, not risks and rewards.

    One summer evening I was sitting by the open window, reading a good but rather frightening mystery story. After a time it was too dark for me to read easily, so I put my book down and turned on the light.

    I was just about to draw the 1 as well when I heard a loud cry “Help! Help! ” It2to come from the trees at the end of the garden. I looked out but it was too3to see anything clearly. So I decided to go out and have a look in the garden, just4someone was in 5. I took the torch and picked up a strong walking stick, 6 that this might come to be useful, too. 7 with these, I went out into the garden. 8 I heard the cry. There was no 9that it came from the trees at the end of the garden.

    “Who's there?” I 10 as I walked, rather11, down the path that 12 to the trees. But there was no13. With the help of my torch， I 14the whole of that part of the garden and the lower15 of the trees. There was no sign of anybody or anything. I came to the 16that someone was playing a rather silly joke on me.

    17feeling rather puzzled, I went back to the house and 18 away the torch and the stick. I had just sat down when I was startled by the cry of “ Help! Help! ”, this time from19 my shoulder. I dropped my book and climbed up. There, sitting 20of the mantelpiece ( 壁炉 ), was a parrot!

    I was six years old. It was Halloween. The school was having its annual Halloween parade(游行) to 1 it. All the kids would march a few 2 through the neighborhood.

    “Just buy him a costume,” my father said. “ It doesn't cost much.”

    But no, my mother decided, 3 it was my first parade, she would 4 me a costume: the mummy(木乃伊), my favorite scary character.

    She 5 white rags(布片) and old towels and wound them 6 me, holding them in place with safety pins. Then she arranged the rags with toilet paper and tape. It took a long time, but I was still 7 enough to see the result. When she finished, I could 8 wait to look in the9 I was a mummy! I moved back and forth in front of it 10.

    “Oh, you're very scary.” my mother said.

    She drove me to school. We started our parade. The more I walked, the 11. the rags got. Then, about two blocks out, it began to 12 The next thing I knew was that the toilet paper was beginning to dissolve (溶解).13 the rags became even looser and fell to my ankles, wrists, and neck and you could see my undershirt and under pants, which made me extremely 14.

    “Look at Charley!” the other kids screamed. They were 15. I was burning red. I wanted to escape, but where did you go in the middle of a parade?

    When we 16 reached the schoolyard, I was all wet, with a mess of rags and toilet paper pieces. The parents were waiting there with 17, starting to take photos of us. I saw my mother first. As she spotted me, she 18 her hand to her mouth. I burst into19.

    “You20 my life!” I cried.

    Long ago there was a poor farmer in Russia. He had been very 1 with everything he had. However, when he found his elder brother was 2 than him, he felt disappointed. So he 3 hard about how he could also be richer. Finally he got an idea. He started to spend less money on food and clothes to 4 some money to buy more land. Once he had enough money, he started 5for land.

    He 6 that on the neighboring land, there were some nomads (游牧民) living there. He bought some gifts and went to 7 their head. He presented the gifts to the head and told him the 8 of his visit. The head welcomed him, accepted the gifts and agreed to his 9 to get the land. The head told him that he could have the land 10 giving him anything. He can take as much land as he could 11 by walking through the land before sunset. He should start in the morning and whatever distance he could travel during the 12, he could have it.

    The farmer became very 13 when he heard this offer. Now he could have lots of 14 without paying anything. He came 15 the next morning and started running, not walking, 16 he could cover the largest area. To reach his goal, he neither ate food, nor drank water, nor had any rest. He just continued 17. Without eating, or drinking, or resting he just got very 18. When he came back to the head in the evening, he 19 right on the spot. Sadly his son buried him in a piece of land about 6 x 4 feet.

    Don't be greedy (贪婪的) or you will 20 everything finally.

    William Weaver was one of 14 black students integrating(使融合进入) the all—white West High School. A teacher told him that he “didn't belong.” He had a test and the teacher 1 him and then just took the paper away and said, “ 2 is up.” The first report card he got was 3 F's. So he started to think maybe he didn't belong and that he was 4 .

    One evening he was at home and Edward Hill, his science teacher from the 5 school, came by to visit. Weaver told Mr Hill that the white school were trying to 6 him away. Mr Hill asked Weaver to come to his old school after 7 . So every day waiting for him would be Mr. Hill with other teachers and they 8 him. Once he got past those F's, he stopped 9 himself. But no matter what he did, he was never 10 at that school. Weaver never had a 11 with a counselor(辅导员)about going to college. But, to his 12 , he got a letter telling him he had been awarded a scholarship. Weaver 13 it and went on to 14 Howard University.

    Many years 15 , Weaver came across Mr Hill and told him, “Mr Hill, if I had not gotten that 16 , I don't know what would have happened. And I don't know 17 I got the scholarship because I never even applied for it.” Mr Hill said, “I know, because I filled in the 18 and sent it off for you.” So Mr Hill stepped 19 and changed his life, 20 at that time Weaver didn't realize how much he was being helped.

I didn't go to Santiago,Chile to look for friendship.In fact,Chile was not even on my wish list.

A mid-life crisis woman,I got a chance to study abroad.I only wanted to learn about global business,taste South American  cuisine,and  check"study  abroad"off my  wish  list.

On the fifth day,I joined a group for a neighborhood work project aided by the anti-poverty(扶贫)organization. Our tasks were to build a water tower and paint the community center.Upon arrival,I couldn't believe my eyes.It was like a scene out of a horrible film.That moment redefined poverty for me because I had never seen such terrible living conditions.As advised,I showed no signs of the emotional battle going on inside me.

Just as I was about to start work on painting,a request came through for a few volunteers to help Nadia,a local resident who volunteered to cook for us.I raised my hand to help because I wanted to spend time with the people of the neighborhood despite my shortage of Spanish speaking skills.  Nadia had a sincere smile but not overly friendly.Even without speaking each other's language,we started to learn about one another.We chatted about our children,our upbringing,shared pictures of our family,struggled to instruct each other to communicate in the other's language,and laughed many times.

After we fed everybody and the dishes were washed,my day was over.But I found myself hesitant to leave.It was as if I had known her my entire life.I had not predicted the unselfishness of heart I would encounter,and it was moving.

As we were waiting for the car to pick us up,Nadia showed me her plants that are well-maintained.I could see that despite the hard conditions she was passionate about life.She made me long to be a stronger person.She showed me that poverty was external,but happiness was internal.I was seeking to give 100 percent for a well-intentioned cause,but I left receiving 200 percent from her.