We always think classical (古典的) music fans are quiet and shy, and lovers of rap (说唱音乐) are outgoing.{#blank#}1{#/blank#}According to a study in Edinburgh, it is.

    Professor North, who did the study, says that people often show their personalities through the kind of music they listen to. More than 36,000 people from around the world joined-the study.{#blank#}2{#/blank#}Here are some of the results:

Western and country music fans are hard-working and not shy.

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Classical music fans are quiet.

Rap fans are outgoing.

    {#blank#}4{#/blank#} People think heavy metal fans are very sad and unhappy. But like classical music fans, they are in fact easy-going and creative, and not very outgoing.

    {#blank#}5{#/blank#}Heavy metal fans in Sweden have more in common with heavy metal fans in Brazil than with Swedish fans of pop.

    Lingling and her friends are talking about what they have done on some special days. Choose the right day they are taking about.

    {#blank#}1{#/blank#}⑴Lingling: My mother really loves me and cares about me. And so do I. So I bought some flowers and a cake for my mother on that day. She was really happy and kissed me.

    {#blank#}2{#/blank#}⑵Jason: We played a joke on Alex on that day. But he found the truth. Anyway, we really have fun that day.

    {#blank#}3{#/blank#}⑶Edison: We went to the city center to eat, sing, and count down together. When the new year came, all of us were really excited and made a new year's wish.

    {#blank#}4{#/blank#}⑷Lucy: We gave our teachers flowers and best wishes that day. They said we were naughty sometimes, but still love us.

    {#blank#}5{#/blank#}⑸Bruce: My family ate mooncakes and watched some TV programs that day. Of course the moon in the sky was really round and bright.

    Once, a student complained to his teacher about his unhappy life. The teacher decided to teach him a lesson.

    One day, he asked the student to get some salt and a glass of water.

The student returned with a glass of clean water and a handful of salt. The teacher asked the young man to put the salt into the glass and drink it.

    "How does it taste?" the teacher asked.

    "It tastes bitter (味苦的)," the student replied.

    The teacher didn't say anything else, but asked the young man to get the same amount (数量) of salt and follow the teacher to a nearby lake.

    "Put the salt into the lake," the teacher said. The young man did what the teacher said.

    "Now, taste the water from the lake," the teacher said.

    As the water dropped down the young man's chin, the teacher asked, "How does it taste?"

    "Fresh and a bit sweet," the student said.

    "Do you taste the salt?" the teacher asked.

    "No," the young man shook his head.

    The teacher sat beside the young man and said, "The pain of life is like salt — no more, no less. However, the amount of bitterness you taste depends on the container (容器) you put the pain in." The amount of pain in life stays exactly the same. So when you are in pain, the only thing to do is to open up the mind. Stop being a glass, become a lake.

    Bobby came from a poor family. He wanted to buy his mother a Christmas present, but he only had a dime(十分硬币). He walked from shop to shop and finally came to a flower shop. Bobby asked if he could buy just one flower for his mother as a Christmas present with a dime. The shop owner said, "You just wait here and I'll see what I can do for you."

    The shop owner came out a little later with twelve beautiful roses, "That will be ten cents, young man. I just happen to have some roses on sale for ten cents a dozen(一打). Would you like them？"

    Bobby took the long box from the man's hands and left the shop happily. As the shop owner returned inside, his wife asked, "Who were you talking to and where are the roses you took out？"

    The man replied, "This morning while I was preparing to open the shop, I thought I heard a voice. It told me to put aside a dozen of my best roses for a special present and I did so. Then, just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with a dime. When I saw him, I remembered my experience many years ago. That time I was a poor boy with nothing to buy a Christmas present for my mother. A man that I didn't know stopped me on the street and told me that he wanted to give me ten dollars. When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew whose voice that was, and I put together a dozen of my best roses."