One day, a lady bought some bath soaps from a shop. When she opened one of the packets, she found that it had no soap; it was just an empty wrapper! She made a 1 against the factory and got her money back with a successful claim. That being 2, there was a task before the management of the soap factory. How had this happened? How could they3 that the incident would not occur again?

    After a detailed 4, it was discovered that during the 5 of wrapping, it so6 that one or two wrappers did get through without any soap in them! There was no way to 7 the difference between a full wrapper and an empty one. The process of handling each one separately for this purpose seemed to be very difficult. So, the technical 8 was given the job of finding a method to 9 the problem. The man prepared a detailed report and suggested setting up a computer-based system that would weigh and scan each bar, for the empty packs could not be 10 by a normal x-ray machine.

    The management heard him out and passed the 11 to release some money to buy the new machinery that he had asked for . An 12 worker said, “Excuse me, Sir, 13 my rudeness, but I have a 14 that will cost a tiny amount of what you are planning to spend.”

    The management 15 in the beginning. But 16, they heard him out and agreed to try out his suggestion. The next day, the worker brought a strong industrial fan. He put it at an angle near the 17 belt, on which the packed soap bars were coming through, and 18it on. The few empty wrappers that came through got 19 by the fan! A simple solution for a 20 problem!

    This proves that the educated do not have a patent on good ideas.

    In last few decades, terror attacks have become a great threat all over the world. They have aroused countless thoughts1me down. What can I do for those2people, the very victims and refugees（难民）.

    Last month when I got on a train, I took my seat3the carriage so that I would be facing forward. Later, a mother with her three children, one girl and two boys,4into the row of seats in front of me. The clothes the woman was wearing were so5that I don't think you can find any6of the clothes at any shop. I was completely7by their beautiful simplicity. Clearly, they were not expensive, fancy or from a famous designer,8they were priceless.

    The little girl's eyes and mine met and locked. She9and stared at me. I would receive the gift I had been longing for. I had 10to connect with people from a culture that was recently suffering and in my 11was a warm Pakistani family. I had a talk with her using the standard conversation 12  How old are you? Where do you study?13as she was, the depth and width of our conversation reached an amazing height.14was even more important was the unspoken talk. Her smile and trust 15touched me.

    Our 50 minutes together 16quickly but we will be always in each other's hearts. I've learned a great 17 from this experience: we all need to open our doors 18others can come in. Meanwhile, something amazing will happen when you 19to others, because people come in 20beautiful gifts.

    My father's only child, I was an obvious candidate to be his fishing companion.

    My most vivid1 of our fishing outings are those at Lily Lake in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. By the age of 6, I'd 2 my first lesson in fish behavior: fish like an 3 breakfast, which means crawling from our sleeping bags 4We climbed the winding road to the lake,5 the wooden footbridge, built above a dam. A path led us to the6tied up at the water edge.

    My father rowed us through the dark green channels. We spoke7 and the only other sounds were the liquid dipping of the oars（橹）and an occasional bird cry.8a promising-looking spot, we baited our hooks,9 our lines, and waited. For those few hours, the lake was ours.

My father and I had an uneasy 10His behavior had too often embarrassed me. But on those fishing mornings, he could11 me the lessons of fishing—not only how to fish, but also other lessons:

    We wouldn't always get what we 12

    With patience, though, we might.

    The wait could be as13 as the reward.

    Much could be heard in the quiet of the dawn.

    14between two people don't need to be filled.

    I don't remember how old I was the last time I went fishing with my father at Lily Lake. But those times 15fishing were the closest moment I 16with my father as a child.

    My father is gone now, but I 17 recently to Lily Lake. I crossed the wooden footbridge and stood on the shore. A silver flash18 the water's surface, spreading littering rings. I was there again with my father,19 through islands of lily pads, and I whispered a thank-you for 20 he taught me.

    While I was waiting to enter university, I saw in a newspaper a teaching job1at a school about ten miles from where I lived. Being very short of2and wanting to do something3I applied (申请),4as I did so, that without a degree and with no5of teaching my chances of getting the job were6.

    However, three days later, a letter arrived, calling me to Croydon for a meeting with the headmaster. It proved to be a7journey: a train to Croydon station, a ten-minute bus ride and then a walk of at8a quarter of a mile. As a result I arrived there, feeling too hot to be nervous. It was clearly the9himself that10the door. He was short and round.

    "The school," he said, "is made up of one11of twenty-four boys between seven and thirteen." I should have to teach all the subjects except art,12he taught himself. I should have to divide the class into13groups and teach them in turn at three different14 and I was15at the thought of teaching maths—a subject at which I wasn't very16at school. Worse perhaps was the idea of17to teach them on Saturday afternoon because most of my friends would be18themselves at that time.

    Before I had time to ask about my salary, he got up to his19 "Now" he said, you'd better meet my wife. She is the one who really20this school.

    I was sitting in the surgical waiting area(手术等候区) at the hospital waiting for word of my wife's operation. The small room was filled with other families and friends, who were 1 waiting to hear how their loved ones were doing.

    There was a young boy sitting quietly in the 2. He held a small box of 3in one hand and a tablet (写字板) in the other. Every so often he'd place the tablet on his lap and draw something. As the hours passed I began to see the room almost 4. And there was a strange silence.

    "Daddy, when is Mommy going home?" the young boy asked, breaking the 5.

    "Tomorrow." his father replied. The boy picked up his crayons (蜡笔) and 6 something on the tablet.

    I 7him as he moved his feet back and forth, looking up at the ceiling and then toward the sunshine-filled window. "When's 8, Daddy?" he asked. His father 9 him over to sit by him. "Come, 10 here next to me," he said with a gentle tone in his voice. 11 his things, the little boy walked slowly to his father's side from the corner. The man 12 out and held his son by his shoulder.

    "There are three days in life. Yesterday, today and tomorrow. One is over and done, one we live in, the other we 13. We can't live in yesterday, but if we are happy enough today, we will be even happier tomorrow," he said in an attempt to 14 the boy.

    The little boy looked at him for a moment and said, "If Mommy is going home tomorrow, I'll be 15. So, I want it to be tomorrow already, Daddy."

    Now hanging on every word of this 16, I leaned forward to hear his response. It was 17.

    "Son, the one great thing about today is once it 18, it is already almost tomorrow."

    I thought about how 19 it was. Even in my adult life, I still live waiting for what tomorrow may20. Now I know that it is already "almost tomorrow".

Eric was a nine-year-old boy who lived with his single mother, Stacey and sister, Lily. They lived a hard life. Eric felt bad for their situation but worse for himself, especially in school.

Eric's leather boots were worn out. They didn't protect his feet from the rain, and his socks became totally wet as water went through the holes in his shoes. Stacey attempted to fix the holes but it was no use. Eric still walked to school with that pair of broken shoes. How much he wished he could also have new comfortable and expensive shoes his classmates wore!

One day, Eric returned from school and complained to Stacey, "It was raining today. Water has leaked into my shoes again. I hate my boots! Why can't you get me new ones?" Stacey was sad and helpless. "I spent our last savings on your sister's medicine. She's sick. Eric you know that. You need to act like a responsible big brother!" she answered. Tears welled up in Eric's eyes. "I hate you!" he shouted. "You only care about Lily! You don't love me!" Then he cried and ran to his room.

After preparing dinner, Stacey went to his room with his dinner plate. "I'm sorry, Eric," she whispered to comfort him. "We're going through a very tough journey recently. But I'll get you new shoes in the future." However, Eric refused to listen to her.

The next day, when Eric went to class, he took his seat quietly and hid his feet under his chair, as usual. He was embarrassed to show his boots. As the math teacher Mrs Fletcher entered the class, all the students greeted her. "Today, we have a very special friend with us," she smiled. "Everyone, please welcome Ben, your new classmate." Soon after, a boy with a pair of crutches(拐杖)entered. The new boy only had one leg. Eric was shocked. He and all his classmates thought how unlucky Ben was and that he must be very shy and sad.

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Paragraph 1: At that moment, Mrs Fletcher asked Ben to introduce himself. 

Paragraph 2: Inspired by Ben, Eric realized he should appreciate what he had.