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    There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them to go and look at a pear tree far away in turns.

    The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.

    When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen. The first son said that the tree was ugly. The second son said no; it was covered with green leaves, and full of hope. The third son disagreed. He said there were many flowers that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most wonderful thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them, he said there was lots of fruit in the tree, full of life and harvest（收获）.

    The manthen explained to his sons that they were all right, but they had each seenonly one season in the tree's life. He told them" You cannot judge a tree,or a person by only one season and its true nature —the pleasure, joy, and lovethat come from that life can only be judged at the end, when all the seasons are up."

    If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, harvest of your fall. Don't let the pain of one season kill the joy of all the rest.

    Mr. King goes to a dinner party. He is wearing old clothes. He comes into the room. But people in the room don't look at him. They don't ask him to sit at the table. Mr. King goes home and puts on his good clothes. He goes back to the party. Everyone in the room stands up and smiles at him. They give him very good food to eat. Mr. King takes off his clothes, and puts them in the food and says, “Eat, clothes!” The other people ask, “What are you doing?” He answers, “I'm asking my coat to eat food. I am wearing my old clothes. You don't look at me. You don't ask me to sit down. Now I'm in these clothes. And you give me very good food. Now I see, you give the food to my clothes, not to me!”

阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，然后从A、B、C、D四个选项中选出可以填入空白处的最佳答案。

    Ronny looked like every other kid in the classroom where I volunteered as the Reading Mom. However, he had a speech problem so he couldn't 1 like other kids in his grade.

     I worked with all the students in Ronny's class one by one to improve their reading skills. On the days when it was Ronny's 2, I'd give him a silent smile, that's why he sat very close to me and opened the book as if he was opening a treasure that 3 had ever seen.

    I watched his fingers move 4 under each letter as he struggled* to read out. Every time he 5 to read a word with a strange pronunciation, the biggest smile would spread across his face and his 6 would shine with pride, which broke my heart each and every time.

    A few weeks 7 the school year ended, I held an awards ceremony*. I presented Ronny with a book written by 8. A few days later, I returned to the school to visit. I 9 Ronny on a chair near the playground, the book open in his lap. His head teacher said, “ He hasn't 10 that book since you gave it to him. Do you know that's his first book he's ever actually owned?”

    Deeply moved, I walked 11 Ronny, placed my hand on his shoulder and asked, “Will you read me your book, Ronny?” For the next few minutes, he read to me more 12 than I'd ever thought possible from him. The pages were already dog-eared, like the book had been read 13 times already. When he finished reading, Ronny closed his book and said with great satisfaction, “ 14 good book!"

    At that moment,as a writer, I knew I would get 15 about my own writing and do what that writer had done, and probably still does — care enough to write a story that changes a child's life, care enough to make a difference.

    A driver stopped his car on a street side to have a rest. As he lay down in the seat and closed his eyes, a person came up and knocked at the window to ask the time. The driver opened his eyes and looked at his watch: "It's 8:05," he said. Then he went to sleep again. But soon he was woken up again because a second person was knocking at the window. "Sir, do you know the time?" he asked. The driver looked at his watch again, and told him it was half past eight.

    In this way, the driver thought he could not have a good rest, so he wrote a short note(纸条) and stuck(贴) it on the window for all to see. It said, "I don't know the time."

    Again, he lay down in the seat for his sleep. A few minutes later, a third person came and began to knock at the window, "Hey, sir," he said. "It's a quarter to nine."

    When my brother and I were children, we spent a few weeks each summer in the countryside with our uncle. He was a geologist and loved to go on long walks to find stones to add to his collection at the university. More often than not, we followed him.

    One day, we left early and this time, our uncle gave us two backpacks. "You can help me carry the samples（样本）," he explained.

    Sure, why not? The whole day, we walked around the countryside, and every now and then, our uncle put stones in our bags. We were a bit surprised that sometimes he also took some stones out from our bags, but thought he had just found better samples.

    We reached the house in the late afternoon. The backpacks were so heavy that we were really tired out when we put them on the ground. Yet our uncle's backpack was half-empty.

    "Why did you give us so many stones?" we asked. "I didn't. You did, "he said, waiting for a while before continuing." You did not know it, but I made you go through a little attitude（态度） test today."

    "What do you mean an attitude test?" we wanted to know.

    "It is something someone once did to me. You see, I listened to every word you said. And whenever you complained（抱怨） about anyone or anything, I added a stone to your bags. And whenever you talked about something in an attitude of positive thinking, I took out a stone. And now look at your backpacks." We did. They were full. "I hope you remember this little attitude test. You see, your negative（负面的） thoughts are like stones. You carry them in your mind just like those stones in a backpack. The more negative thoughts you have, the heavier your mind is. So look at those bags and start paying attention to what you say and how you say things."

    This little lesson was one of the most important I ever had. And I remember my uncle with great love for teaching us one of the most important lessons in life-the power of attitude.