This morning I got an e-mail from Roy. It seems that my boy really enjoys his new life at Harvard University.  The 1 made me think of the first day when we moved into this house.

    Little Roy ran around the new house with great excitement and tried to move his own things into the house such as his toys, books and clothes. 2 , his little hand knocked over（打翻）a bottle of paint on the shelf. The paint made the tidy floor and white wall a terrible mess . “Oh, my God!” My wife rushed in angrily. I looked at my son, and his small face was filled with 3 .

    I 4 and held his hand, “Take it easy, Roy. Now let's do something to make it look  5 .” I took out a 6. “You see, Dad is a magician（魔术师）, I can change it into a big tree.” 

    His mother soon helped paint some butterflies and flowers on the wall.

    We spent the whole afternoon 7and laughing. The wall became a beautiful forest with plants, birds and small animals. Blue sky and white clouds were also painted by Roy. On that day, everybody in the house knew  8 special happened. 

    The night before Roy left for Harvard, he asked me if I still remembered the day when he had knocked over the paint. “Since then I've  9worried about making mistakes,” he continued, “I believe I can always 10ways to solve the problems.”

    My uncle works in a shop. It's near an English1. Every day the students come to 2 things. In the morning，my uncle gets up3 six o'clock and after breakfast he 4 his bike to the shop. He  5 there at about ten to seven. The shop 6 at seven o'clock. The shop sells(卖) things 7 food and drink. It has school things, too. So there 8 a lot of people in the shop 9 morning to evening. My uncle is very busy. He is friendly（友好的） to the students and the students like 10 very much.

    As darkness fell, hundreds of people in the Swiss village left their houses. They were staring（凝视）1at the mountain top in the distance. It was covered with 2 beautiful and dangerous.

    The huge mountain is called Matterhorn. Mountain climbers had 3the top, using the southern route. But no one had ever dared（敢）to try a winter climbing up the 4 side. But now one man was daring to try the 5route. He was Walter Bonatti, a great mountain climber from Italy.

    For two days he had climbed. The village people had watched him anxiously(焦急地). Now they were waiting to see his signal（信号）. If he planned to 6 the next day, he would light a green signal. A red light would mean that he was turning back.

    A tiny green light7 high on the mountain side. Bonatti was not giving up! The people8.

    The next day he continued his way upward. He was so lonely and so 9! But he would not give up. Again that night he lit the10 light.

    In the morning, Bonatti 11. He couldn't see the top, but he knew he was 12 there. Though the climb was painful, he moved up.

    Bonatti had spent months13 for the climb. Was the training enough? Did he have the strength and skill to climb to the top?

     He was finally at the top! News about his 14 was radioed to the world.

    The trip down the southern route was easy. He was warmly welcomed in the village. He had done the"15", and would be well remembered as a climber of all time.

    It was the middle of July. I had spent two days exploring a bat cave in the desert in southern New Mexico. The cave was part of an ancient flow of lava（熔岩流），now hardened into rock. I had left the cave and was driving my pickup truck on a rough（高低不平的）track across the  1surface of the lava flow.

    Suddenly, the truck came to a stop, caught on a black lava rock.

    A quick check of the underside 2the worst: the truck's axle（车轴）was bent，nearly broken in two. I couldn't 3 help in such faraway country. I put the food and cans of water into my backpack and set off on foot, going north, the direction of the main highway. I was low on water. Too little food did not matter much, but hiking across the desert in July without water could be dangerous. As I set out, unreasonable 4 came over my mind. I was afraid of everything around me. Each creature made my heart jump. In my mind, every movement was a scary animal about to strike and kill me.

    I walked for hours and cried until I 5that nobody was around to hear me. Complaining was useless. A change came over me. I began to feel less afraid. Fear was replaced by curiosity. I went on, and slowly but surely began to see the desert world differently, through 6 eyes, not frightened ones.

    That night I lay on the warm sand, using my backpack as a pillow. The sky went dark. The stars began to shine in the hugeness of the heavens. With a smile I thought how little there was to fear, after all. By noon the following day I 7north. I began to think how lucky I was to see the wild desert world. A wrecked truck and a forced hike across the desert gave me an/a 8 to see what few others ever saw

    Late in the day, I came to a farmhouse. I drank all the lemonade that the farmer and his wife had in their refrigerator. "I liked it out there," I told them when we got to talking. "I just wish I had been less frightened. I would have noticed more that way "I know what you mean," the man said thoughtfully.

"It's a rare sight, that desert wilderness, a rare sight'

    When I was a junior high school student in 1980, God gave me a gift. It was happiness.

    One weekend, I went to visit my grandparents in the countryside. On my way home a car ran me over and cut off my arms because of its high speed.

    Several days later when I woke up in the hospital, I realized I had to spend the rest of my life1arms. How sad I felt at that time！Even I was full of fears.2 slowly I knew I had to face the fact and got over it. I couldn't get my arms back even though I 3 every day.

    However, it's easier said than done. It took me nearly half a year to get out of the sadness4. I got so much from my past story. From then on, I could treat my life with a5mind. But in our daily life, I often see my classmates get6about little things: They get a bad grade on a test; their bus comes7; they don't have a mobile phone but 8 have, and so on. But I only enjoy life. I was lucky to realize from an accident: It is a waste of our life to focus on what you have 9. We should always think of what we have. So why are so many people unhappy？Someone may say, "My whole life would improve 10I have a new car." But when you get the car, what will happen？For a whole week you are walking on air. Then you go right back to being unhappy.

    Happiness depends on what we have！It's in our heart. It's a state of mind. Even though you own the whole world, you may still feel unhappy. Happiness comes from mastering the art of appreciating(感激)and taking pleasure in what you really have.