My name is Jim White. I 1 a schoolboy. My school is 2 my home. Every day, it takes me 3 to get there. The road is not 4. So I can't go to school 5. I often get there by bus or 6. It takes me thirty 7 to get there by bus and an hour on foot. I must get up very early every morning. I have no time 8 breakfast at home. I often have something for breakfast 9 or on the bus. I don't want to 10 school. So sometimes I run to school.

When I was born, my doctor told my mother that there was something wrong with my 2 . They were too soft to be able to walk. Although the news was bad, my mother didn't become 3. She didn't believe what the doctor said 4 started to look for other ways.

My mother kept looking for 5 doctors for me, and finally she succeeded. The doctor and his team in the hospital tried many times and did 6 they could to help me. They also asked my parents to teach me to do some 7 to help me walk. One day, when my mother came to pick me 8 , I crawled（爬） towards her. She was so surprised and happy that she couldn't believe 9 eyes. Crawling was not walking, but it was a good 10 . Day by day, I could walk by myself.

When I grew up, my mother 11 told me these stories. She said that if I thought of what she said whenever I met difficulties, I could do anything successfully. I have been working 12 and I have turned out to be a very excellent person. I always get best 13 in all my subjects at school. What's more, I become a good dancer and swimmer. Thanks to my mother's strong resolution, I can live a happy life now. What the story tells us, as my mother always 14 , is: Never 15 , and the miracles will surely appear some day.

    When I was little, my mother began selling flowers in Camden Market. She couldn't1me at home on my own, 2I had to go to the market with her.

    3, I didn't have to do anything. I just sat there, and my mother told me jokes and stories so I didn't get 4.When I got older, I gave my mother a hand and I really enjoyed it.

    Then one year, my grandma gave me a book for Christmas. It was all about making candles and I loved it. I was 14, and I didn't have to go to the market5because my mother could leave me at home on my own. I6my free time making candles of all shapes and sizes. I made7them.

    One day, my mother was ill, so I had to go to the market on my own. I decided to8some candles with me and see9I could sell them. They10in 20 minutes! The next week, my mother gave me some money to buy some wax (蜡) to make more candles. They were sold out really quickly, too.

    Ten months later, we decided11flowers. My mother and I couldn't make enough candles during the week, so some of my friends started to help us. I paid them one pound12every candle, and we 13sell them for three or four times. It was fun and my friends worked with me in the market.

    At the age of 22, my uncle14me some money and I opened my first shop in Portobello Road. Since then, I've15looked back, even in difficulties. In the first store, we only sold candles, but now we sell everything from the designer, furniture to paintings. Oh, and candles, of course.

    It's Saturday afternoon. It's 1 and warm. There is a little wind. There are many people in the Yongtai District. What are they 2 there? Some 3 are playing chess. Some 4 are walking 5 the garden. Some boys are 6 basketball. Two girls are 7 a storybook. What 8 those old women? They're 9 exercise to keep healthy. Look! Two cats are 10 the tree. There are some birds in the tree. They want to catch the birds!

    A kindergarten teacher decided to have her class play a game. The teacher told each student to bring a plastic bag with a few potatoes in it to school. Each student would "name" their potatoes after people they did not like.1 the number of potatoes would be2depending on how many people each student hated.

    The next day, with their potatoes, all the students went to school 3 the game. Some kids had just one or two potatoes, while others had as many as five or six. The teacher then told the children that they would have to carry their potatoes with 4wherever they went for one week.

    Several days 5. Some of the students started to complain(抱怨), as their potatoes began to rot(腐烂)and6bad. The students who carried 7potatoes began to get unsatisfied with the heavy bags.

    One week later, the game 8. The teacher asked, "How did you9carrying around your potatoes for a week?"

    The students complained once again. The teacher simply smiled and said, "This is what it's like to carry hatred(仇恨 )in your heart. You have to carry it with you wherever you go. If you can′t tolerate (容忍) carrying rotten potatoes for one week, how can you imagine having 10in your heart for a whole lifetime? Forgive others and move on with your life."

   Once upon a time, there was a young man who liked puppets (木偶) so much that he became an apprentice(学徒) to a master puppet-maker. Sadly, the young man was not so clever, and his teacher and the other apprentices were always telling him he had no talent for making puppets, and that he would achieve nothing in making puppets.

    Even so, he was fond of it so much that he worked day after day to improve himself. Though he made every effort, they would always find something wrong with his puppets, and the poor puppets ended up being thrown out of the workshop.

    The young man wasn't going to give up, so he decided that from then on he would spend all his time making just one kind of puppet. Whenever he found a fault in his puppet he would throw it away and start again. Years passed, and with each new attempt his puppet became a little bit better. By that time, his puppet was much better than anything that the other apprentices could make, but he kept making improvements. Living like that, the man wasn't making any money, and many people laughed at how poor he was.

    By the time he was an old man, his puppet was truly wonderful. Finally, after so many years of work, he finished work on his puppet, and said, "I can't find anything wrong with it. This time it is perfect." And for the first time in all those years, instead of throwing his puppet away, he put it up on the shelf, feeling truly satisfied and cheerful.

    It is well-known that the perfect puppet, Pinocchio, came to life after that, had a thousand adventures, and gave that old man –whose name was Geppetto—more joy than any other famous puppet—maker had ever got from any of their creations.