In a small village there lived a man. He would do nothing all day but daydream. Whenever he was hungry, he would go out, beg（乞讨）for food, come back and hang out.

    One sunny afternoon, the man was very hungry. With great difficulty, he got up, took out a pot（罐）and went out to beg. By begging the whole day, he finally got a pot of milk. He hung the pot on the ceiling（天花板）, lay down on his bed and started daydreaming again.

   "This pot of milk is going to make me rich, "he thought." I can make butter from the milk. Then I will be able to make ghee（印度酥油）and go to the market and sell the ghee." His dream continued, "With the money I get, I will buy a pair of cows. They will have baby cows. Soon I would have a large number of cows."

   "Then I will continue my business. I will buy come more cows and own a farm. And I will employ people to work on my farm. I can also open a candy shop. I will make candies out of the cows' milk, "the man kept smiling to himself.

   "I am so smart, "thought the man. Lost in his thoughts, he reached out his foot, breaking the pot. He saw the broken pot and cried. He lost whatever he had because he was lazy and spent his time daydreaming.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Rose. She loved1 but she didn't have paintbrushes(画笔) or paper. She always painted pictures in the sand2 tree branches(树枝). One day, an old lady saw Rose and said, "Hi! Here's a paintbrush and some3 for you."

"Thank you!"Rose said. She felt so4 ."Hmm, what will I paint?" she thought. She5 and saw a duck in the river. "I know! I can paint a6 !" So she did. Suddenly, the duck flew off the paper and into the river."Wow!"she said."A magic paintbrush!"

Rose was a very 7 girl and she painted pictures for the people in her village. She painted cows for the 8 , pencils for the students and toys for all the children.

The king9 about the magic paintbrush and he sent a soldier(士兵) to find Rose. "Come with10 ," said the soldier."The king wants you to paint some money for him."

"But he's so11 ," said Rose. "I only paint to help poor people."But the soldier still took Rose to the king. "Paint me a tree with lots of12 on it," the greedy(贪婪的) king shouted.

Rose was brave and said, "No!"13 the king sent her to prison(监狱). But Rose painted a key to the door and a horse to help her run away. The king14 her with his soldiers.

She took out her paintbrush and 15 a big hole, and splat(啪嗒声)! The king and the soldiers fell into the hole.

Rose only used her magic paintbrush to help those people who truly needed her help.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon—not just any afternoon, but my birthday afternoon. We had the delicious cake. My mum 1 it. It was time to open the 2 . To my surprise(惊讶), my parents gave me a new 3 this year. 

I liked my new baseball so much, and I wanted to take4 everywhere I went. 5 my parents didn't want me to take it to school. The next day I did it anyway and it was a big6 . 

Alice and I just played our first baseball game with some classmates. Alice hit a home run(本垒打), and I ran to 7 the baseball. I was so happy to catch it. I jumped up and down and the ball ran 8 my hands, into the bushes, rolling(滚动) and rolling. We 9 everywhere, but we couldn't find it. 

I felt very 10 the whole day. When I got home after school, my dad picked11 up from the kitchen counter(柜台). It was my baseball! My dad told me that he12 it in our front yard(院子) and asked me why it was there. I 13 answer. I was so happy that it was back. 

14 did it get to the front yard? Maybe it rolled all the way from my 15 to our home down the street. Maybe it decided to teach me a lesson to listen to my parents! 

 Late that night, we started our final part of the climb. Nervously we carried on after a short rest. Everyone looked  1 . Outside of the tent it was totally black. It was just after  2 . Snow was falling. It was freezing.

 The group climbed silently through deep snow. I could not think. The height of the mountain was playing tricks on my  3 . I tried to keep concentrated(集中思想) by watching my feet and counting to ten  4 .

 People around me were just standing still as they tried to get their breath.I tried to encourage them to keep walking. My friend looked at me 5 . He was really tired. He kept trying to lie down and go to sleep. If he did, he would freeze to death. I told him to keep moving. He climbed on. When I checked my  6 , I saw, with surprise, that I'd been walking for three hours already. I felt as if I was fighting every step of the way. All I wanted to do was to turn round and go down — but I must reach the top!

I began to wonder if I was not strong enough. I was losing my mind. My breathing was very rapid. Each  7 I took made me more and more dizzy(晕眩的). Someone told me we had another hour and a half to go.

I forced myself to  8 . I had to be more careful because one careless step could make me 9 .

Then I saw Gilman's Peak up ahead of me. Someone at the top was telling me to make one last effort. The sun was beginning to  10 above the clouds. I climbed up the last few meters and suddenly I realized I'd done it!I was there! I was at the top of Africa!