A 13-year-old American has made a cheap machine that can help blind people read.

 The blind can read by using Braille – a system of small bumps (隆起物) that the blind touch to read the letters. The machine that makes these small bumps usually costs at least $2,000. It is called Braille writer. The American schoolboy, Shubham Banerjee, made a new Braille writer from a Lego tool that lets people create robots. Banerjee has called his new machine the Braigo – a combination (组合) of the words  Braille and Lego. It costs just $ 350. It works by changing electronic text into Braille and then printing it using a computer or mobile machine.

 Banerjee designed (设计) his Braigo last year for a school science exhibition. Since then, he has caught the interest of Silicon Valley in the USA. The big technology company Intel spent money on Banerjee's machine last November, but they did not say how much money they put in. Banerjee also got $35, 000 from his father to help him start the project. His father works as a computer engineer (工程师) at Intel.  He spoke about why he gave so much money to his son, saying:”We as parents started to be interested more, thinking that he's on to something and this invention has to continue.”Banerjee told the AP News: “My dream would probably be having most of the blind people…using my Braigo.”

    Once upon a time, there was a poor fisherman. He always dreamed of becoming 1, and so did his wife.

    One day, while he was sitting on the boat, he 2 felt that the fishing rod was being weighed down by a 3 object.

    He excitedly 4 hard at it and what he saw made him cry. "Wow! A big 5gold chain!" He tried to get the gold chain into the boat, but there seemed to be no 6 to it. His boat started to get over-loaded and the sea water filled his boat. It was really 7. However, he had begun dreaming of a big home, a big piece of land and buying many horses and cows. He kept pulling the chain 8 the boat kept sinking. The boat finally went under the surface of the sea and he tried to swim. 9, his feet were trapped (陷入) in the gold chain and at last he 10 in the sea.

    In fact, there are many people like the fisherman in our life. They always want to get the fortune (财富) 11 hard work. The truth is that desire (欲望) is 12. Only through hard work can we achieve our dreams and live a better life. You may 13 at times and others will think you are crazy at times. But if you 14 that you can succeed, you finally will. Always remember that the bright future can only be created by 15.

    Thanksgiving Day was near. The first-grade teacher asked1students to draw a picture of something that they were thankful for. People celebrated the holiday2turkey( 火鸡) and other traditional food of the season. So, most of her students' pictures were about them.

    3, Peter drew a different kind of picture. Peter was a different kind of boy. He always looked sad. When asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew ay4. Other students were all very interested in the picture. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers feed5. Another thought it was the hand of a policeman, because the police (山)6 and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God(上帝) ... The discussion went on until the teacher almost7the young artist.

    During the break, all children ran out of the classroom except Peter.  The teacher came to Peter's 8 , bent(弯腰) down, and asked him whose hand it was. The little boy9and said in a low voice, "It's yours, teacher.

    She remembered the times she took his hand and walked with him here and there. She10said, "Take my hand, Peter. Let's go outside. Let me show you how to use your pencil. "Peter was very grateful to his teacher.

    It was thesummer before my third grade. Our girls' softball team was facing real pitchers(投球手)1thefirst time. Before that, we could just hit the ball on the tee (球座). When the coach started pitching, hitting became2forme. I missed every single pitch. From the side, I heard my teammate Emilylaughing at3. My face got hot and my throat feltlike it had a softball stuck in. At that moment, I was starting to4playingsoftball.

    The nextafternoon, when Mum said it was time to play the game, I told her I was5.She allowed me to lie down for a while. So I went to my room and6myselfin bed. This was difficult for me because I was fine and just7toavoid softball.

    Soon Mumcame in and said, "Time to go!" She didn't even ask if I felt8.I imagined Emily laughing from the sideline, and9Ireally did feel sick to my stomach. I began crying loudly. Still, Mum pulled myteam T-shirt over my head. She said, "You have to10forthe rest of the season, and only after that we can talk about11you'llcontinue next year." She added that practice was what I needed, not12.She promised to practise with me.

    I got twohits that afternoon, and Emily didn't make a13.Every week after that, I practised at home14I got to be one of thebest hitters on the team.

    That15taughtme that being afraid is part of life, and I can do whatever is expected of meif I keep working and practising.