B

      Bill sells Coca-Cola all over the world. Last week, he returned from the Middle East.   

       A friend asked, "How was your business with the Arabs?" "Too bad," Bill said in a sad voice. Then he explained, "When I got to the Middle East, I was very confident that I would have a good sale as Coca-Cola is well known around the world. However, I had a problem - I don't know how to speak Arabic. So I made some nice posters to help sell Coca-Cola. There are three pictures in each poster. In the first picture, a man is crawling (爬行) through ahot desert sand. He is terribly tired and thirsty. In the second one, the man is drinking our Coca-Cola with a big mouth. In the third one, he is smiling happily. Soon such posters were seen."

      "That's a good idea," said the friend. "Well, it should," Bill answered. "But I didn't know that Arabs usually read from right to left."

    Twenty years ago, I drove a taxi for a living. Once at midnight, an old lady in her 80s took my taxi. She gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

    "It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

    "Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice (临终关怀医院）. I don't have any family left. The doctor says I don't have very long time."

    I quietly shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

    For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked, the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived, the place where she danced as a girl. As the sun was rising, she asked me to go to the address she had given me.

    "How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

    "Nothing," I said.

    "You have to make a living," she answered.

    "There are other passengers."

    "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."

    I drove into the fine morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I drove aimlessly（漫无目的地），lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run?

C

    My name is Rose. I usually get up at six ten in the morning. I always have my breakfast at half past six. I go to school on foot. I am never late（从不迟到）for school.

    I have many lessons in the morning. At about twelve o'clock, I have lunch at school. In the afternoon, I am not busy. After school, I do my homework first, and then I play with my friends.

    In the evening, my parents come back from work（下班）. We have dinner together. I go to bed at half past nine. But my father often works late at night.

    It's Sunday. There are many people in the bus. And an old man is looking here and there. He wants to find an empty seat(座位). Then he finds one. He goes to it. A small bag is on the seat. And a young man is sitting beside it.

    "Is this seat empty？"asks the old man.

    "No, it's for a woman. She goes to buy some bananas，"says the young man.

    "Well," says the old man." Let me sit here please. When she comes back, I will(将) leave here." The bus starts(启动)." She doesn't come，but her bag is here. Let me give her the bag." Then the old man throws the bag out of the bus window.

    The young man jumps up and shouts，"Don't throw! It's my bag!"

    Rupert Isaacson was born in Africa, and grew up in London and in the English countryside, where he discovered his love of horses. Because he grew up hearing so many fascinating memories about Africa from his parents, he went there and lived with the people called The Bushmen of the Kalahari Desert.

    By the year 2000, Rupert was already working as a reporter, writing articles and guidebooks about Africa and India. He met his wife Kristin in India. Today, they live with their son, Rowan, in the US. But Rupert faced the greatest challenge of his life when, at the age of two, Rowan was

diagnosed (诊断) with an illness that influenced his ability to communicate with others.

    Rupert discovered that spending time with horses and riding them was helping Rowan. But unluckily, the Bushmen of the Kalahari do not have horses. So the family set out for Mongolia, where horses have been important for long. Rupert has written about this journey to help his son in his book Horse Boy, and he has produced a documentary of the same name. In the film, people have the chances to see the family travelling in Mongolia, riding horses and meeting healers (治疗师) in order to help Rowan.

    Because working with horses has helped Rowan, Rupert set up The Horse Boy Foundation on his farm in Texas. It is a school that teaches people how to use horses for healing. Besides writing another book, The Long Ride Home, about travelling with Rowan to Africa, Australia and Arizona in the US, Rupert has also produced the documentary Endangerous, with Rowan as host, about dangerous animals that are endangered. Rupert Isaacson has managed to discover the secret of turning one challenge into many achievements.

    Do you know the little boy in the picture? Oh, his family name is Zou. His first name is Mingxuan. You can call him "Xuanxuan". He is in Hong Kong with his family now.

    His father's name is Zou Shiming. He is a boxer(拳击手). Xuanxuan's mother is Ran Yingying. She is a host(主持人). Xuanxuan has a brother, and his name is Zou Minghao. Xuanxuan was born (出生)in 2011. Minghao was born in 2013.

    In July, 2015, Xuanxuan and his father took part in(参加) Where Are We going, Dad? In Hunan TV. Many people in China like Xuanxuan very much.