Mr. Black was over fifty years old. He sometimes made some mistakes in his work, and he lost his work. So he had1time every day to do something. Then he often met his old friends under a big tree. They had drinks there and2anything they liked.

    One day, some old men were sitting together again and talking about young people in this world. They all agreed that the old people were3than young people. Then one of the old4said that young men were stronger than old men.

5of them agreed that this was true,6Mr. Black didn't. He said, "No. I am as strong now as when I was a young man." His friends were surprised7what he said.

"Well," said Mr. Black, "Near my house there is a big stone. When I was a young man, I used8to move it, but I couldn't because I was not9. I am an old man now, and when I try to move it, I still10. So, I am as strong as when I was young."

    A long time ago，some farmers lived in a small village.And there was a farmer1 had four sons.

    The farmer raised the four boys on his own.He hoped that his sons could learn not2 opinions about things too quickly.So he gave his four sons 3 question in turn asking them to go to see a pear tree at a distance in different seasons.The sons promised they would not let their father 4.

    The first son5 out in the winter，the second in the spring，the third in the summer，and the youngest in the autumn.

    One year passed.When all of them returned home，the farmer called them together to describe6they had seen.

    The first son said the tree was7bent and distorted.It wasn't worth seeing at all.And it seemed that it wouldn't bear any fruit，8.

    The second son said it was not like that. But the tree was covered9 green buds and made people feel full of hope.

    The third son disagreed，saying that it was full of flowers which smelled so sweet and 10 so beautiful.And he had never seen such beautiful scene that everyone would love it.

    The last son disagreed with all of them，saying that it 11 with fruit，full of life and content.People would be satisfied with it.

    At last，the four sons'eyes were fixed12 their father.The father smiled.Then he told his four  sons that13 they were all correct，they only saw the tree in one season.He told his sons that14 could not judge a tree or a person only by one season，and that the essence of a person could only be measured when all the seasons 15 over.

    If you just give up in winter，you will miss the hope of spring，the beauty of

summer and the harvest of autumn in your life.

    Mr. White lived in a house less than two miles from his office, so he could1 home for lunch every day. Every time he drove back home, 2cars were parked outside his house and there was no room for his car. He had to park his car somewhere else, and then walked back home. This made him very 3.

    Then he wrote "NO PARKING"4 a small board, in the garden facing the road, but it didn't work. People seem to obey only a public notice.

    Mrs. White asked him to 5 a police notice. But he was afraid to do so. Then Mrs. White asked him to make6 just like a police notice. But he said he was not a 7and couldn't use the word "police". However, after a few days, Mr. White made a notice board.

    "Oh, dear!" Mrs. White looked at the board and said. "You told me you couldn't use the word 'police', 8why do you use it?"

    "9 at it again, please." Mr. White said. Mrs. White looked at it 10 this time and found it was a "polite" notice. She started to laugh, "You are really clever."

    Many people like to collect things. For example, they like1stamps, books, pictures and so on. But my friend Mr. Green likes to collect clocks. He 2 five hundred clocks. The clocks are3in his house. You can see shelves in4room. All the shelves are5of clocks. Mr. Green is glad to do this,6 his wife doesn't enjoy it at all. She has a lot of7to do every day. It's not 8for her to clean hundreds of clocks. She is also angry at the noise. Each clock keeps its own time, so she can hear the clocks strike almost9time day and night. She says, “There is something even worse. I really don't know what10it is with so many clocks in my house.”

    I lost my sight when I was four years old by falling off a boxcar in a freight yard in Atlantic City, and1on my head. Now, I am 32. I can vaguely remember the brightness of sunshine and what color red is. It would be wonderful to see again But a disaster can do strange things to people.

    At the time, I was bewildered and afraid, but I was lucky. My parents and my teachers saw something in me, a potential, which I didn't see. And they made me want to fight it out with2

    The hardest3I had to learn was to believe in myself. That was basic. If I hadn't been able to do that, I would have collapsed and become a chair rocker for the rest of my life. When I say believe in myself, I am not talking about 4 the kind of self-confidence that helps me down an unfamiliar staircase alone. That is5of it, but I mean something bigger than that: a confidence that I am a real,6person; that somewhere there is a special place7I can make myself fit. It took me years to discover and strengthen this confidence. It had to8the most elementary things.

    I can still remember once, when a man gave me an indoor baseball. I thought he was laughing at me, and I was9

    "I can't use this," I said.

    "Take it with you," he urged me "and roll it around."

    The words10in my head: "Roll it around, roll it around" By rolling the ball, I could11where it went. This gave me an idea how to achieve a goal I had thought12: playing baseball.

    At Philadelphia's Overbrook School for the Blind, I invented a successful variation of baseball. We called it groundball.

    All my life. I have13ahead of me a series of goals, and then tried to reach them one at a time I would14sometimes anyway, but on the average, I made progress.

    I believe in life now. I don't mean that I would prefer to go without my eyes. I simply mean that the loss of them made me more15what I had left.

    Mary was ill, so she went to see 1 .

    "Doctor, I'm not feeling 2," said Mary. "Every time I do my homework, I feel 3 . If I go to school on foot, I have to sit down and 4 for a few times."

    The doctor looked over her 5. At last he said, "6 serious(严重的), but I'm afraid you are eating too much." "I don't understand. What do you mean(意思)?" asked Mary.

    "I mean you eat 7 food," said the doctor.

    "Oh! You mean I'm too 8 That's a problem," said Mary. "What should I do?"

    "The answer is easy," said the doctor. "If you eat a lot of food and also do much9, you 10 thinner and healthier"