Mike is nine this year, but he's 1 in Grade One. He's tall in his class and his 2 is in the last row(排). Miss King usually wears 3 and can't see what the boy does there when she's near the blackboard. Sometimes Miss King asks him some 4. He stands up but doesn't know what she 5. Miss King often phones his father. The man is very busy. He 6 his wife to help Mike, but she doesn't know 7 and can't do that. She can only make him do his homework at home after supper. And she tells the boy she will buy a nice bike for him if he makes 8 in the exam(考试).

    This afternoon Mike 9 happily. When he sees his mother, he says, “I make a hundred this time.” “What?” says the woman, “What do you make it in?”“I make 10 in reading, forty in spelling and twenty in Maths.”

    Wang Yani was born in 1975. Even as a baby she loved to draw. Her father was an 1. Yani wanted to be like him. So she tried to stand like her father as she painted, which made him laugh.

    One day, Yani painted lines on her father's painting. He got 2. At the time, she was only two and a half years old. She cried and said,“I want to 3 like you!” Her father looked at her without saying anything. He 4 remembered his childhood. He also wanted to draw and paint, but his parents didn't understand. They just got angry. He didn't want to see the same thing happen to his daughter. So he decided to 5 her.

    With her father's help, Yani soon 6. Her lines became flowers, trees, and animals. Her father took her to parks and zoos to get   7 for her paintings. By the end of six, Yani had made over 4,000 works. Her paintings were very special. People 8 her works. When she was eight, one of her paintings was made into a Chinese postage stamp.

    Yani became famous when she was young. Her works were 9 in different countries in Asia, Europe and North America, 10 her parents never sold her paintings. She is well-known to the world, and art is still a great joy in her life.

    I have run a restaurant in a small town near Manchester for seven  years.The restaurant is not very big but the people in the neighborhood usually have meals and chat here.

    One day.a strange man came1my restaurant.He did look like a2 ， with a camera around his neck and a white cap hanging out of his big bag.He ordered some potatoes and3 and sat at the table near the door.He drank his lemonade，pretending to 4a colorful guidebook.

    His sunglasses covered his eyes.but I knew he wasn't：he hadn't turned a5for the last ten minutes.

    As I brought him his fish,he said "thank you" and had a quick look at me.I6not to look at the tiny scar*across his left eyebrow.I walked back inside with me7tray，shaking my head.He looked familiar.8I couldn't quite think of him.

    Then it hit me：The car accident seven years ago.This was the mysterious stranger9helped me out of my car，just before it exploded.I10 back to his table.He was gone.I moved his plate and found his tip，along with a card：

    I am deeply11to you.The night of your car accident, I was on my way to steal money from a store.Saving your life brought things back to the right way.I now live a／an12life, thanks to you.God bless you!

    The night of my car accident，I was13an interview in a dance club which I disliked at all.Seeing human kindness through his heroic action turned my life around and brought faith back into my life.14was more important than this in my life.

    I put the card and the tip he left into my pocket15Then I got back to work，smiling with a silent "good luck" for him.

    A teacher once told each of her students to bring a clean plastic bag and a bag of potatoes to school. For every person they didn't want to forgive(原谅) in their lives, they chose a potato, wrote the person's1and the date on it and put it in the plastic bag. Some of their bags were very2.They were then told to carry this bag with them3for one week. They would put it beside their bed at night, on the seat when sitting in a car or on a bus , and next to their desks at4. The5carrying the bag around with them made students get to know what a weight they were carrying in their minds. They had to pay attention to(注意) it all the time so that they wouldn't6it or leave it in embarrassing(尴尬的) places. As time passed by, the potatoes went7and smelt terrible. Too often we think of tolerance(宽容) as a8to other people, but it clearly is for9! If we choose to keep our sadness and hatred(仇恨) in our hearts, we will have to10them around all our lives.

    One hot afternoon, a poor farmer was digging his field. Suddenly, his spade (铲) hit something. It was a big metal 1 which was big enough to boil rice for more than one hundred people. "It does not seem to be of any use to me, I will dig 2. Maybe I will find something else," thought the farmer. He 3to dig. Feeling tired, he threw the spade into the pot and sat under a tree to have a rest. When he got up to leave, he could not 4his eyes. There were one hundred spades in the pot. What a 5 pot!

    After that, he put a mango(芒果) into the pot. Then he found one hundred mangoes in the pot. With that pot, he became a rich man. The King came to know of the pot, and he was very greedy (贪婪的). "I want to find out the 6 of the magical pot. If it is valuable, it should be mine," the King thought. So, at once, he ordered his men to bring the farmer and his pot.

    The King 7the .pot and did not know what to do. He thought, "Let me see what is inside this pot that makes this pot so magical?" He slipped (滑) and 8inside the pot. After climbing up out of the magical pot, he was 9 to find that there were one hundred Kings. All the Kings then 10among themselves and died. This magical pot has killed the King himself!

    Last Friday, I was just in France to visit my 96-year-old grandmother who is very dear to me 1lives alone. I don't visit her very often, so every time I go to see her, 2of us think that it might be the3time we see each other. Last time I visited her in December of 2014, I did some video interviews about her life. I asked her 4 it was like to grow up with her father in the 1920s, to live with two young children, with her husband 5 in a prisoner's camp (集中营) in Germany. I also asked her about her greatest 6. I learned a lot of amazing new things about her that I never know before.

    This year, I did not really have questions to ask. I only wanted to tell her how loved she is. So, I cooked for her and read stories. I gave her a foot massage (按摩). 7 leaving, I wanted to leave something 8 behind besides the memory of our time together. So I wrote her five different love and thank notes to let her know how much she means to me. I 9 them in different places where I knew she would 10find them. One of them was under her pillow. 11 one was hanging from the lamp shade by which she reads in the evening. Another one was by her toothbrush. One was in her mailbox which she has to check every day. And the last one was in her car. She still 12to the nearby village a couple of times a week!

    I knew that these cards would surely cheer her up after I left. Really she called me as I was catching my plane back to the US. She said," I found your three cards! By the time I discovered the third, I was laughing out loud! They did me so much good. Thank you so much!" I smiled to myself, 13she still has two more to go! It is Sunday today, so my guess is that she hasn't 14her mailbox or driven her car! I can 15 how happy she will be when she finds them.