A man came home from work late，tired and irritated（不耐烦的）, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door.

    “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

    “Yeah sure, what is it?” replied the man.

    “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”

    “That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.

    “I just want to know. Please tell me，how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.

    “If you must know, I make $20 an hour.”

    “Oh,” the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I please borrow $10?”

    The father was angry, “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard every day for such childish behavior.” The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and, started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. “Are you asleep, son?” He asked.

    “No, daddy, I'm awake,” replied the boy.

    “I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It's been a long day and I took out my anger on you. Here's the $10 you asked for.”

    The little boy sat straight up, smiling. “Oh. Thank you, daddy!” He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled(皱皱巴巴的) up bills.

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    The man, seeing that the boy already had money started to get angry again.

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    Not knowing what his son meant, the father just stood there, waiting for his boy's explanation.

Outside my kitchen window, there are people all over the place. We had lived in this house for a year and I knew everyone on the block, except Mrs. Miller, the old woman who lived by herself two doors down. She almost never left the house.

I thought it was time to get to know her. I carried my baby and set out to meet the neighbor. As I came to her house, Mrs. Miller's black dog looked at me. The dog was old, but she was always standing guard. I thought at least Mrs. Miller had someone to look after her. She needed more than a dog to rely on. I knocked on the front door.

"Come in!" Mrs. Miller said when she saw us, feeling a little surprised. "Have a seat here in the livingroom." I had only just sat down when her phone rang. Mrs. Miller received two phone calls.

When she answered and came back, she said, "I'm sorry, dear. It's just the neighbors calling to check in. Susan on the street was asking if she could pick up my groceries (食品杂货). The boys next door offered to take care of my garden."

"How nice it is," I thought. "Do you have children?" I asked. "No. It was just Mr. Miller and myself until he passed away." "I'm so sorry," I said. "You must have family. n She replied, "A sister. But we're both in poor health and it's difficult for us to visit each other." She pointed to her painful legs.

"Can you get to a doctor?" I asked. She said, "Oh, there's a nurse who usually comes to check on my health." Then her face became serious. She added, "Margo used to pick up my medicine every Monday. But she has just moved out of town."

I knew what she was thinking: What would she do without Margo?

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"I could take over for Margo," I said.

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When Christmas arrived, I decided to help Mrs. Miller prepare for the festival. 

On February 4, while working on a construction site in Gratiot County, Michigan, Hansen heard terrified screams coming from nearby. He stopped his work and looked up. Standing on the back porch(门廊) of the home next door was a little boy yelling "Help!" while four fierce dogs barked madly in a circle below him.

At first, Hansen thought it was just a dog fight. Then alarm bells went off in his head. "The noises they made sounded like what dogs do when they're killing something," he says. His thought proved right when another young boy suddenly popped up in the middle of the dogs, and Hansen watched in horror as they sank in their teeth and threw him across the grass like a small doll.

"He was shirtless and covered in blood, and those dogs were trying to kill him." says Hansen.

Hansen raced across the grass, jumped the fence, and landed in the neighbor's yard. He shouted at the dogs, but they ignored him. Then he displayed the most aggression that he could manage, yelling louder until they let go just long enough for Hansen to catch eight-year-old Ethan Nokes around the stomach and bear-hug him. "I couldn't hold him under his armpits(腋窝), which would have made it easier to run, because they were torn wide open," says Hansen.

As Hansen dashed across the yard, the dogs bounced on him, biting at Ethan. Hansen rushed onto the steps. So did the dogs. When he reached the top, he pulled on a door; it wouldn't open. "A dog grabbed Ethan's foot, and I thought they were going to get him back from me," he says.

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1）续写词数应为150左右；

2）请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。

Hansen tried a second door. It sprang open.

……

With the house quiet, he went to check on Ethan in the bedroom.

I was 11 years old when I asked my mom for a piano and piano lessons. Even I myself didn't know how to stop the fever growing from my whole heart and soul. What interested me most was the fantastic feeling of standing in the spotlight and being admired by tens of thousands of music fans.

But we were affected by the economic decline. In fact, we could barely make ends meet at that time and even couldn't afford to buy our favorite cheese cakes. So she said a polite "no".

That didn't stop me. I Googled the measurements for a keyboard, drew the keys on a piece of paper and stuck it on my desk. I would click notes (音符) on an online keyboard and "play" them back on my paper one—keeping the sound they made on the computer in my head. I spent six months playing without touching a real piano. I was occupied by the thought of playing a real piano. The desire was so strong that I could hardly control my passion.

Once my mom saw that I was serious, she borrowed money and bought me 10 lessons. I still remember the first one. I was struck by how real the sound of the piano was. The sound was so pure and inviting that nobody could drag me away from the magic musical instrument. I held it dear. My mother stood in front of it, listening attentively to my playing with tears in her eyes. I sat my grade one after eight lessons. Once I started secondary school, we couldn't afford lessons again. I passed grade three, then grade five, practicing only on my piece of paper.

My school didn't offer music A-level. I found the Purcell School for young musicians. The tryouts were difficult. Some of the questions involved an evaluation of the composer or when some piece was written. I felt depressed. Would I step back? I said to myself a polite "no".

注意：

1）续写词数应为150左右；

2）请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。

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One evening, my mom said she had a surprise for me.

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Two years later, I left Purcell School.

When I was a boy, I always wore turtleneck shirts because I was so sensitive and shy. I worked hard to earn exceptional marks and always tried to behave well. I was younger than everyone else because my good marks had allowed me to skip second grade, but this added nothing to my already low self-confidence.

When I was 14, my parents divorced (离婚). I moved in with my dad in a new neighborhood, but he was always so busy and had little time for me. It seemed the only time he ever spoke to me was to be demanding or critical. I began to hate coming home from school every day. I sank further into my low self-esteem (自尊) and was overwhelmed with feeling unappreciated and alone.

One day, my aunt called. This seemed like a miracle to me. Aunt Ginette usually only called once a year, on my birthday. She said she had just seen some young teenagers participate in a public speaking contest, and she thought I should try it, too. She told me she firmly believed I could perform on stage like the other kids since she had seen me do skits (幽默小品) for the family at Christmas.

I was a little taken aback, Me? On stage? In a public speaking contest? To agree would be contrary to my entire shy personality. But Aunt Ginette was so confident and seemed really serious. Feeling her strong belief, I went against all odds and agreed to enter the contest. All that winter, twice a week after dinner, I took three different buses for the three-hour round-trip to practice in Ville d'Anjou, where the competition would take place. I was taken by an energy I had never felt before. The hours and the obstacles no longer mattered. Although my dad really did love me and wanted the best for me, he disapproved of this new dream, fearing it would take away from my homework time and impact my marks. But I remained a top performer in school and never missed a day.

注意：

1. 续写词数应为150左右；

2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。

"Mom," I said, "I've been nominated（提名） for the National Junior Honor Society." My mother gave me a sweet smile and congratulated me. "I'm so proud of you," she told me.

Then it was time for me to fill out the application. Mom accompanied me in the family room and saw the process. I had to prove that I had all the characteristics required in a candidate（候选人）： scholarship, leadership, service, character, and so on. The next day, I turned in the paperwork to the advisor（顾问） and didn't think any more about it.

Months went by, I received a letter from the school about the Honor Society. I opened it and surprisingly, it just told me I failed. I felt shocked and disappointed. As soon as the bus let me off that afternoon, I dragged myself into the house. My mother was typing at the computer. "Mom," I said sadly, "I didn't make the Honor Society." She smiled and held up her hand to give me a high five. "You are joking." Suddenly, I felt tears come from my eyes. "No, really, they didn't pick me," I said and handed her the letter.

"There must be some mistakes. Don't worry and I'll help you contact the advisor." She grabbed the phone and dialed the Honor Society advisor. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I thought you were kidding," my mother said. However, from the phone, she was told no mistake was made, and the decisions were final.

It bothered me why I wasn't chosen. It was really hurting me because nearly all of my friends were chosen for the Honor Society. I seemed to become the worst one and I felt painful and sad.

注意：

1.续写词数应为150左右；

2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。

My mother shared a story of her friend who had the same experience. 

I smiled and made up my mind to make a change.