The light from the campfire brightened the darkness, but it could not prevent the damp cold of Dennis's Swamp (沼泽地) creeping into their bones. It was a strange place. Martin and Tom wished that they had not accepted Jack'sdare. They liked camping, but not near this swamp.

"So," Martin asked as they sat watching the hot coals. "How did this place get its name?"

"Are you sure you want to hear it? It's a scary story," warned Jack.

"Of course!" cried out Tom. "If there were anything to be scared of, you wouldn't have chosen this place!"

"Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you," said Jack, and he began this tale.

"Way back in time, a man called Dennis tried to start a farm here. He built that cottage over there to live in. In those days, the area looked quite different — it was covered with tall trees and the swamp was a crystal-clear river. After three hard years, Dennis had cleared several fields and planted crops. He was so proud of his success that he refused to listen to advice.

"‘You are clearing too much land,' warned one old man. ‘The land is a living thing. It will hit back at you if you abuse it. '"

"‘Silly fool,' said Dennis to himself. ‘If I clear more land, I can grow more crops. I'll become wealthier. He's just jealous!'"

"Dennis continued to chop down trees. Small animals that relied on them for food and shelter were destroyed. He was so eager to expand his farm that he did not notice the river flowing slowly towards his door. He did not notice salt seeping to the surface of the land. He did not notice swamp plants choking all the native plants."

"What happened?" Martin asked. It was growing colder. He trembled, twisting his body closer to the fire.

"The land hit back — just as the old man warned," Jack shrugged. "Dennis disappeared. Old folks around here believe that swamp plants moved up from the river and dragged him underwater. His body was never found."

"What a stupid story," laughed Tom. "Plants can't …" Before he had finished speaking, he screamed and fainted (晕倒). The other two boys jumped up with fright, staring at Tom. Suddenly, they burst out laughing. Some green swamp ivy (常春藤) had covered Tom's face. It was a while before Tom could appreciate the joke.

21 June was Li Lan ' s first day back in San Francisco after camping in the Redwood Forest and visiting Napa Valley. She {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(admit) that it definitely felt good to come back to the city again. The fact that the city rebuilt itself after the earthquake that {#blank#}2{#/blank#}( occur ) in 1906 is amazing . Located on top of big hills, many beautiful old buildings offer great {#blank#}3{#/blank#}( view ) of the city , the ocean, and the Golden Gate Bridge.

{#blank#}4{#/blank#}( walk ) around and looked at the street art for a few hours, then Li Lan ate some delicious Mexican-Chinese noodles for lunch. In the afternoon, Li Lan headed to a local museum, where Li learnt a lot about the history of California. In 1848, gold {#blank#}5{#/blank#}( discover ) near the city, {#blank#}6{#/blank#}made over 300,000 people from all over the world rush here to seek{#blank#}7{#/blank#}     ( they ) fortune. In fact, few achieved their dreams of becoming rich. Some died or returned home, but most remained to earn {#blank#}8{#/blank#}living despite great hardship. It was immigrants from different cultures that built up California very{#blank#}9{#/blank#} ( rapid ) and led to its becoming a state of the United States in 1850. In the evening, Li went to Chinatown, where there were many caf é s and restaurants to choose {#blank#}10{#/blank#}. After selecting a restaurant, she enjoyed Chinese food on china plates. 

Dada Band is a popular Chinese rock group from the 1990s. The band {#blank#}1{#/blank#}（found）in Beijing by a group of young musicians who were deeply influenced by Western rock music but sought {#blank#}2{#/blank#}（create）a sound that was distinctly their own.

One of their most beloved songs, "South"（Nánfāng）, shows the essence of Dada Band's artistry. This song is a vivid reflection on the feelings of homesickness and longing for their hometown of Wuhan, {#blank#}3{#/blank#}（especial）as the members were living in Beijing during their formative years as a band. The song's lyrics（歌词）paint {#blank#}4{#/blank#} rich picture of personal memories and universal emotions, revealing the essence of {#blank#}5{#/blank#} it means to leave a part of oneself behind in the pursuit of dreams.

With its soft melodies（旋律）and {#blank#}6{#/blank#}（touch）lyrics, "South" offers a window into the soul of Dada Band. Dada's music shows their {#blank#}7{#/blank#}（remark）skill in harmoniously integrating Western rock influences with the unique sensibilities of Chinese culture, creating a sound that was both familiar and fresh {#blank#}8{#/blank#} the audience. The track {#blank#}9{#/blank#}（become）an anthem（赞歌）since its release for anyone who has ever felt the pull of home while navigating the challenges of life away from it.

Their song "South" remains a timeless piece, continuing to touch the hearts of listeners across {#blank#}10{#/blank#}（generation）and geographical boundaries, reminding them of the power of music to connect us all to our roots and to each other.

In 2011, Nancy Ballard went for a routine check-up that turned into something extraordinary. In fact, she was carrying a painting of a plant she'd done when she arrived at her doctor's San Francisco office. "It would be great if we had artwork like that for our chemotherapy(化疗) rooms," the nurse said. Ballard asked to see one. 

She was shocked by what she found. The walls were dull and bare, and the paint was falling. It was a depressing room for a depressing routine—patients were restricted to chemo drips for perhaps several hours, often with nothing to look at other than those sad walls. Ballard didn't have cancer herself, but she could sympathize with the patients. "I couldn't imagine how anyone could even think about getting healthy in a room like that," she says. As it happened, Ballard's physician, Stephen Hufford, was ill with cancer himself, so finding time to decorate the rooms was low on his to-do list. So Ballard made it her task to brighten up the place. 

She started by emailing 20 local designers. "I wrote, ‘You don't know me. But my heart hurts after seeing these rooms,'" she remembers. She then asked whether they would donate their time and money to transform just one of Dr Hufford's rooms each. 

As it happened, six of them wrote back almost immediately. Six rooms got new paint, light fixtures, artwork and furniture. Dr Hufford was delighted. "All the patients feel relieved of the pain because of it," he said. He even noted that his own tone of voice was different in the rooms and that he was better able to connect with his patients. 

Ballard was so encouraged by the patients' reactions that she created a non-profit organization to raise money and decorate more spaces. Since then, she has worked on 20 projects, including one in Pennsylvania. "We were in Philadelphia for a ribbon-cutting(剪彩), and a woman was there on her third battle with cancer," says Ballard. "When she saw what we'd done, she said, ‘I'm gonna beat it this time. I thought I wasn't going to, but now I know I'm gonna beat it.'"

"Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you'll look back and realize they were the big things." This 1 has stuck with me since the first time I read it. And it just makes so much 2 .

Just the other day I caught a cold, the flu made me feel so 3 and sleepy. How I wished it was a 4 already. But it was Monday. I had to go to work.

We have a care taker at work. Her name was Lucy, who usually 5 some nice lunch for us. She asked me with 6 if I was ill. After realizing that I was not okay, she was 7 me.

As this serious illness made me 8 , Lucy hurriedly went to the hospital to fetch some medicine to 9 my headache. Her kind gesture and 10 melted my heart. I mean, she didn't have to do that but she went out of her way to 11 it for me. I felt so good, I felt loved, I felt visible and it was a huge 12 .

Life is made up of the 13 things. These little things go 14 most of the time so that we might ignore them. But they're the biggest things and 15 the best things. If you can collect these little things, you'll 16 feel alone. These little things give hope and 17 for doing more and doing better.

Therefore, if something 18 makes your soul smile, note it and let it 19 on your mind and be remembered during dull days that life may 20 .

It was the middle of winter some 30 years ago. I was a young father with three little mouths to 1 . My college education, however, didn't help me to 2 a well-paid job. I was working in a woodcutting business for just above the 3 wage. Working outdoors for 8 hours a day had caused my4 to split (裂开) and bleed at their tips in the cold, dry air. 

That day at work was harder than normal. We 5 workers. Worse still, the machines kept breaking down. When the day finally ended, I took off the gloves and 6 my painful hands. The splits were 7 than ever and I had bled through the band-aids again. I tried to 8 my back but it hurt badly. I had never felt that tired and 9 before, wondering why life was so tough and how long I could keep doing this. 

I tried to 10 a smile as I got home. My daughter ran up to me merrily, yelled "Daddy!", and 11 her little arms around my neck. My heart exploded with 12 . My aches and tiredness disappeared into her13 . And the joy in my heart 14 the depression away. At that moment I knew I could continue on and that things would get better. 

We all have 15 fingers and band-aid days in our lives here. But with love we can make it through them all.