Hi, friends! Do your parents {#blank#}1{#/blank#}you to travel? Greg's dream was to travel around Asia．He got the idea after he finished a long bike {#blank#}2{#/blank#}．

     At first，he {#blank#}3{#/blank#}his parents wouldn't agree to let him go．He didn't tell his parents his idea．He {#blank#}4{#/blank#}told his friend Brooks about it．Brooks also liked riding a bike．They made a plan—to travel from Tokyo to Mumbai(孟买)by bike．

    To pay for the trip，Greg and Brooks tried to {#blank#}5{#/blank#}some money．Before setting out(出发)，they told their parents about their plan．It was {#blank#}6{#/blank#} that their parents agreed．And they got two new {#blank#}7{#/blank#}from their parents．

    On their way, they saw deserts．rainforests and mountains．They visited modem cities and {#blank#}8{#/blank#}villages．And they made many friends．They also learned two new languages一 {#blank#}9{#/blank#}and Japanese．

    Here are some pieces of Greg's advice．

    To have a(n) {#blank#}10{#/blank#}vacation，you shouldn't carry too many things with you．

Be flexible(灵活的)．Don't plan everything．Then you'll be more relaxed and happier．Be polite(有礼貌的), on the way, people will be more likely to help you．

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    It was another wonderful Autumn here. I took my dog outside this morning. The air was cooler and drier than it had been for months. Our dog, Fluffy was carrying around a freshly fallen leaf in his mouth. I breathed (呼吸) {#blank#}1{#/blank#} and smiled. This was my favorite time of the year. I closed my eyes for a moment and a thousand {#blank#}2{#/blank#} memories began to appear in my mind.

    I was a four-year-old kid carrying an armful of (一抱) colorful leaves into the house {#blank#}3{#/blank#} to my mom. I was a young boy riding my bike down a hill with the wind whistling (呼呼地刮) past my face. I was taking a walk with my wife in the {#blank#}4{#/blank#} wondering why some leaves turned a rich red, while {#blank#}5{#/blank#} turned a light yellow. I {#blank#}6{#/blank#} around a local lake with my children wondering why the prettiest season seemed to be {#blank#}7{#/blank#} in a year. I was sitting on my back porch (走廊) drinking tea, thanking God {#blank#}8{#/blank#} another great Autumn afternoon, and wondering {#blank#}9{#/blank#} in Heaven it was Autumn all of the time.

    As I bathed my mind in these memories, I remembered {#blank#}10{#/blank#} Emerson had once said, "Beauty is God's handwriting." I wondered too if God had a special pen just for Autumn.

    We are all traveling through sweet seasons in this world. May we always take the time to add our own love, joy, and beauty to them.