Once again, God seems to have put a homeless person in my path. Lately, I have regularly come into contact with people that I just can't ignore .

    His name is Mark and I was surprised to hear that he is only three years older than me. He looks so much older! He was on the counter, asking for money. I parked my car and plonked(砰地放下) myself down on the curb(路边) to talk. People were driving by and looking at us, but I didn't care.

He told me about his life. How much of his story I believe, I don't know. He told me he was dying—-that part I believe, for he could hardly walk and had trouble catching his breath.

    I asked what I could do to help him. He said all he wanted was a slice of pizza. I gave him $3, the only cash I had . He said he wanted to go to get the food himself, but he was stopped from the shopping center for begging. I said I would get it for him and asked if he wanted something to drink .

    Then he asked for a(n) ride to the trail in the woods where he had his tent. Usually I don't give rides to strangers, but this was just up the street, and quite honestly he had no physical threat to me. When we parted, he held my hand for a long time and we just looked at each other wordlessly for a few moments.

    At that time, he wasn't a homeless man and I wasn't a sufferer .We became just two souls making a human connection I don't know if I will ever see him again, but I know I will never forget him. God bless you, Mark, and your beautiful blue eyes and gentle soul.

    I grew up in a small town in South Canada. Every autumn, there was a week—long fair in the town. Thousands of people from other towns came to sell and buy things. It was the most exciting time of the year.

    When “Fairtime” came, my grandma became the busiest person of the family. Grandma was a kind, well—educated old lady. She was good at cooking. During “Fairtime”, relatives would come to live in her house and have meals there. Grandma was always happy to look after them.

    Year after year, many people moved to big cities. There was no longer “Fairtime”. Grandma became very old and was going a little blind. My parents and I did our best to make her life as comfortable as possible. I was at high school then. What I often did at home was to help Grandma with the daily newspaper's crossword puzzle. However, she didn't look happy. She often sat in her room for hours, without saying a word.

    To attract people to move back, the Town Hall decided to reopen the Fair. One day, when I came back from school, I saw Grandma wearing her glasses, washing the dishes in the kitchen. With a big smile on her face, she looked excited and a lot much younger. She told me that her two of her cousins would come. "They said they missed hometown and wanted to enjoy my food again."  Grandma said happily. "They will stay here for one week and we can have a big party. That must be the busiest week I've had in years!”

    I suddenly realized that Grandma didn't want to be looked after. She wanted to be “useful”, appreciated and helpful.

    A man from a big city with a new cart（马车）and a beautiful pair of horses was driving along a country road . He did not give much attention to where he was going. Very soon he knew he lost his way, but he kept on driving hoping he would meet someone or find his way back.

    It was a long way. For many hours he kept on driving. When it was almost dark he saw a farmer who was working in a field. He stopped and shouted, “Hello, farmer!” “Hello, yourself!” the farmer answered, still working.

    “Where does this road go?”

    “I have never seen it go anywhere. It always stays where it is.” said the farmer, without stopping his work.

    “How far is it to the next town?” said the stranger, with a little louder voice.

    “I don't know. I've never measured (测量) it .” Answered the farmer.

     By the time the city man was getting angry. “What do you know? You're the biggest fool I've seen.”

    The farmer stopped and turned and looked for a while at the man. Then he said, “Maybe I do not know much, perhaps I'm a fool. But at least I'm not lost.”

    Do you know the boy in the picture? He is Yi Yangqianxi. He is from Hunan. His English name is Jackson. Yi is 17 years old. He is a student in a school in Beijing. And he is also a boy in the group(组合) TFBOYS. TFBOYS has another(另一) two boys- Wang Yuan(Roy) and Wang Junkai(Karry). They all have good looks. They all like singing and dancing.

    Wang Yuan and Wang Junkai are Yi's friends. And Yi has another friend. He is a toy bear. He is always in Yi's schoolbag. Yi goes to school with him every day." He can't speak, but he can listen to me. He is very nice. I like him very much," Yi says.

    Now many boys wear the same(同样的)clothes as girls, and some of them have long hair. So sometimes it's difficult to tell whether(是否)they are boys or girls.

    One Sunday morning, I go for a walk with my grandfather in the park near my house. After a while, my grandfather is tired, so he sits down on a bench(长椅)near the pool.

    "Oh," my grandfather says to the person with long curly hair next to him on the bench. "Can you see the person with long hair on the other side of the pool? Is it a boy or a girl?"

    "Which one?" asks the person with long curly hair.

    "The one who is eating a hamburger near the pool," says my grandfather.

    "He's a boy," says the person, "he's my son, Li Yu."

    "Oh," my grandfather says, "I'm sorry. I don't know you are his mother. "

    "No, I'm not his mother. I'm his father. "