From a young age, I've had a really deep connection with being outside. I've been skiing since I was eight or nine years old. I've been on expeditions(探险) in many places like China, Pakistan and so on. But it was in my home country, the USA, that I came closest to death.

    It was April 1, 2011. I was skiing in the Tetons with my friends Jeremy and Xavier, both experienced snowboarders. That day, l was the last person to ski. They were watching me from a safe area. Suddenly, I heard someone cry loudly. I turned around and saw the whole mountain start to move behind me. It was a massive avalanche( 大雪崩). The kind of avalanche that destroys trees, cars, buses, even houses! Tens of thousands of tons of snow were coming straight down the mountain behind me. I felt the snow push me forward, hundreds of meters, and then cover me. It was so heavy that I couldn't breathe. And then it pushed me forward again and up, out of the snowpack. I looked around, and for a few seconds I actually stopped being terrified. I had a moment to pause and to look at the power of the avalanche.

    I looked down into the bottom of the valley(峡谷). I could see trees that were 30m tall, because! Was so far away, and they looked tiny to me. "OK, I'm going all the way to the bottom!" I thought. Then the snow pushed me again down the mountain another 450m. I thought the force of the snow would destroy me; it was powerful. But in the end, I felt the avalanche slow down and I just popped ( 迸出 ) right out of the snow at the bottom of the valley.

    It took Jeremy and Xavier about 20 minutes to reach me. There was a pile of debris(碎片) across the bottom of the mountain 300m wide. They couldn't believe it when they saw me. I was so lucky.

    Has the experience changed me? Do I think about life differently? I don't know, maybe. But I do know that it's important to live your life with meaning. Life is a gift. So use it wisely.

    Nearly 7,000 medical workers in the team supporting Central China's Hubei province left the capital, Wuhan, the hardest-hit city in the novel coronavirus outbreak in China, and went back to their hometowns on Tuesday, March 31, marking the largest scale departure (离开) of medics (医学工作者)since the first group left on March 17. The Civil Aviation Administration of China has organized 51 planes to support the departure.

    More than 42,000 medics from other parts of the country have joined the battle with local medics to fight against COVID-19. The support teams came from 21 provinces, cities and autonomous regions(自治区) and some of them worked on several battlefields during the past months. The support team from the First Hospital of China Medical University in Shenyang, was among those in the group. Sixty members were in charge of treating COVID-19 patients in 100 beds in the Union Hospital and treated 174 patients who have been seriously ill since they arrived on Feb 10.

    Wang Zhenning, the leader of its support team, expressed his thanks to the Wuhan people who offered great help to them. "I am proud towitness and play a role in history. We've been here, seen it happen and become better. Wuhan is our second hometown. We will forever care about the city and the people fighting with us." he said.

    Wuhan city government showed great thanks to all medics in a letter, expressing their gratefulness of the medics' efforts to save lives in the battle. "Thanks to your arrival, Wuhan welcomes today's peace and stability. We will always remember your kindness!" the letter said. In it, the city government also invited the medics to visit Wuhan in the future for sightseeing. Local people volunteered to line up and see medics off as the medics left for home after finishing their mission(使命) in Wuhan. Wuhan traffic police led the way for medics to the airport.

Little George lived in a poor village. One summer afternoon, George's mother sent him to the field to pick up some dried wood for the fire.

By the time the sun was high, George was very 1 and wished for a cool place to rest and have some food. As he walked on, he found some shade (阴凉处), and by it were some fine, wild 2 .

"How good these will be with my bread and butter," thought George. He 3 all of the strawberries and couldn't wait to lift one of them to his mouth. Suddenly he remembered his sick 4 , alone in her dark, cold room in the village.

With this in mind, he put the strawberry back again. "Shall I save them for her?" he asked himself. He thought how refreshing (提神的) they would be for her, 5 was still looking at them with a longing (渴望的) eye. "I will eat half, and take 6 half to her," he said. He divided them into two parts, but each part looked so small. He put them together again.

"I will only eat one," he thought.

But, as he again lifted it to his mouth, he saw that he had taken the 7 , and he put it back.

When the sun was beginning to sink, George left for home. How 8 he felt, then, that he had all his strawberries for his sick mother.

He heard his mother's faint (虚弱的) voice calling him. "Is that you, George? I'm glad you've 9 . I'm thirsty, and am longing for some tea."

George ran to her and joyfully offered the strawberries.

"And you saved them for your sick mother, didn't you?" she said, laying her hand 10 on his head, with tears in her eyes.

Once a king had a great highway built for the members of his kingdom. After it was completed but before it was 1 to the public, the king decided to have a (n) 2 . He invited as many people as he could to take part in it so that he could see who could travel the3 the best.

 On the day of the competition, the people came. Some of them had fine clothing or great food. They travelled the highway all day, but each one, when arriving at the end, looked rather4 and complained to the king that there was a large pile of 5 on the road at one spot (地点) and that this got in their way. 

 At the end of the day, a traveler crossed the finish line and walked over to the king. He was6 and dirty, but he showed great respect to the king and handed him a bag of gold. 

 He explained that he stopped along the way to clear (清理) a pile of rocks and found that bag of gold under it all. He hoped that the king could help him to7 it to its owner. 

 The king replied, "You are the rightful owner. This is the8 for the winner. You travel the road9 because you clear the road for those who will10 ."

Dear Jenny,

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00. Lunch is {#blank#}5{#/blank#} 12:00 to 1:00, and after that we have {#blank#}6{#/blank#} ( China). It is my favorite subject.{#blank#}7{#/blank#} ( We) Chinese teacher, Mrs Wang, is great fun. My {#blank#}8{#/blank#} ( class) finish at 1:50, but after that I have {#blank#}9{#/blank#} art lesson for two {#blank#}10{#/blank#} ( hour). It is easy and fun.

How about you? When are your classes? What is your favorite subject?

Your friend,

Yu Mei

When I was told that my family decided to move from the only home that I had ever known, I ran into the garden and sat alone, crying, as tears were from my heart. Suddenly I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. It was my grandfather. 

"It isn't easy, is it, Billy?" he said softly, sitting down on the steps beside me. 

"Grandpa, "I replied through my tears, "how can I ever say goodbye to you and all my friends?"

"Goodbye is such a sad word, " he said. "Although we seem to have so many ways of saying goodbye, they all have one thing in common: sadness. "

Then he gently took my hand in his and took me to his favourite place in the garden, where a huge red rose bush(玫瑰丛) grew alone. 

"What do you see here, Billy?" he asked. 

I looked at the flowers, "I see something soft and beautiful, Grandpa. "

Kneeling, he pulled me close. "It isn't just the roses that are beautiful, Billy. It's that special place in your heart that makes them so. "

I saw my grandfather's tears. I had never seen him cry before. 

"I planted these roses a long long time ago. I put them into the ground the day my first son was born. That boy's name was Billy, just like yours. I used to watch him pick roses for his mother. One day a terrible war came, and my son went away to fight for the country. Three months later a letter came. My son had died in a village in Italy. All I could think of was that the last thing I said to him in his life was goodbye. "

Grandpa slowly stood up. He said, "Don't ever say goodbye, Billy. Don't ever give in to the sadness and loneliness of that word. I want you to remember the happiness of those times when you first said hello to your friends. Take that special hello into your heart. When you and your friends must part, I want you to reach deep within yourself and bring back that first hello. "

A year and a half later, my grandfather became badly ill. When he returned from the hospital, the family members were summoned(召集). It was time for the family members to say their goodbyes. 

When it came to my turn, I realised how tired he looked. His eyes were closed, and his breathing(呼吸) was slow and hard. I took his hand as gently as he had once taken mine. 

"Hello, Grandpa, "I said. His eyes slowly opened. 

"Hello, my friend, " he said, with a smile.