It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s came to the hospital. I heard him saying to the nurse that he was in a hurry for an appointment (约会) at 9:30.

    The nurse had him take a 1 in the waiting area, 2 him it would be at least 40 minutes 3 someone would be able to see him. I saw him 4 his watch and decided, because I was 5 busy — my patient(病人) didn't appear at the appointed hour, I would examine his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him 6 he had another doctor's appointment.

    The gentleman said no and told me that he 7 to go to the nursing home (疗养院) to eat breakfast with his 8. He told me that she had been 9 for a while and that she had a special disease. I asked if she would be 10 if he was a bit late. He replied that she 11 knew who he was, and that she had not been able to 12 him for five years now. I was 13, and asked him, “And you 14 go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?”

    He smiled and said. “She does not know me, but I know who she is.” I had to hold back my 15 as he left.

    Now I 16 that in marriages, true love is 17 of all that is . The happiest people do not 18 have the best of everything; they just 19 everything they have. 20 isn't about how to live through the storm, but how to dance in the rain.

    A boy lost his arms in an accident. He had to1 the arms of his younger brother. 2 writing with his toes, he was completely 3 to do anything in his life. But when the two brothers both grew up, his younger brother wanted to 4 from him, living his own life. 5 he was heart-broken and didn't know what to do.

    A 6  disaster befell (降临) a girl, too. One night her mother who suffered from mental illness 7. So her father went out looking for her mother, 8 her alone at home. She tried to 9 meals for her parents, only to overturn the kerosene light(煤油灯)on the stove, resulting in a 10 which took her hands away. Though her elder sister showed her willingness to take care of her, she decided to be completely 11. At school, she always studied hard. Once she wrote the following in her composition, "I am 12. Though I lost my arms, I still have legs. I am lucky. Though my wings are 13, my heart can still fly."

    One day, the boy and the girl were both invited to appear on a 14 interview program. The boy told the TV host about his 15 future at being left on his own. However, the girl was full of 16 for her life. They both were asked to write something on a piece of paper with their 17.  The boy wrote "My younger brother's arms are my arms" 18 the girl wrote "Broken wings, flying heart".

    It is true that disasters can strike19. But if we decided to be 20, the hardship will turn out to be a fortune on which new hopes will arise.

    Last summer, I had just enough money saved to buy a golden ticket—a 3-month train pass that would take me to the furthest reaches of Europe. Excited for my journey, I 1 all the necessary stuff-2 the guidebook.

    While the 3 of the Internet was definitely a 4 factor to my decision, this was not the only reason I decided to fly 5.

    To be honest, I find the guidebook6 a journey﹣like a bossy aunt who is always telling you what to do,7 she doesn't always know what's best.8 has taught me that there is a clear 9 between a tourist and a traveler.

    While waiting in a queue to see Michelangelo's Statue of David in Florence, I met a man who showed me his 10 of "Top 20 Things to do in Italy" and told us 11 that he'd "seen" everything Italy has to 12 in just four days.

    The problem I had with this man's way of 13 was that he was too focused on 14 the boxes provided by his guidebook. He was 15 in the so﹣called "must﹣sees" and blind to all that was happening somewhere else.

    So, guidebook﹣less as we were, my companion and I traveled to Estonia. Arriving for no good reason, we had no option but to 16 some friendly faces for advice. We 17 ourselves and asked them what was happening around town. When this resulted in an 18 to a beautiful Estonian home by a river where we enjoyed a 110﹣degree wood﹣stove sauna（桑拿）,19 picked forest﹣mushrooms and the good 20 of our five new﹣found Estonian friends, we sure were glad we had left our bossy aunt at home.

    I would lose things. One1, my parents bought me a brown coat with a matching separate2to protect me from the snowy weather. They had3to buy me a coat with a hood(连衣帽) because they knew my weakness but I begged and promised that I would not lose the hat.

    One day my father came home from work and asked me if I would4my new coat and hat. Upstairs I rushed two steps at a time,5to put on a fashion show. I pulled on the coat but I couldn't find the hat. I6looked under my bed and in the closet, but it was7. Maybe he wouldn't8that I wasn't wearing it.

    I flew9and spun around10on a stage, posing, smiling and modeling my new coat. “How pretty! More pretty with the matching hat!” he said. “I just want to show you the coat.” I said, still dancing around the hallway and trying to avoid the subject of the hat. I knew the hat was11.

    12, my father seemed to have forgotten it, laughing and playing with me.13, in the middle of his laughing, he slapped me hard on the face. His14stung me deeply. I stood there, holding my hand to my burning cheek and15. Then he took my new hat16his pocket. He had found it lying on the street, and as he looked at me over the top of glasses, he said, “Maybe now you'll learn not to be17.”

    I'm a grown woman now, but I18lose things. What my father taught me that day was not a lesson of19. I learned not to20his laughter any longer, because even his laughter hurt.

    I played a racquetball game against my cousin Ed last week. It was one of the most 1 and tiring games I've ever had. When Ed first phoned and 2 we play, I laughed quietly, figuring on an 3 victory. After all, Ed's idea of 4 has always been nothing more 5 than lifting a fork to his mouth. 6 I can remember, Ed's been the least physically fit member in the family, and 7 proud of himself. His big stomach has always ballooned out between his T-shirt and trousers.

    Although the family often 8 about that, Ed refused to buy a 9 T-shirt or to lose weight. So when Ed 10 for our game not only with the bottom of his shirt gathered inside his trousers but also with a stomach you could hardly 11, I was so surprised that I was 12. My cousin must have made an effort to get himself into shape. 13, at the point in our game when I' d have predicted (预计) the score to be about 9 to 1 in my favor, it was 14 7 to 9—and Ed was 15. The sudden realization was painful. We 16to play like two mad men. When the score was 16 up, I was having serious 17 about staying alive until 21 years old, let alone (更不用说) 18 that many points. When the game finally ended, both of us were lying flat on our backs, too tired to 19. In a way, I think we both won: I the game, but cousin Ed my 20.

Ammaar Reshi, 28, has been fascinated by technology since he was a child. One day, when he was experimenting with an AI-powered chatbot, he began to consider how artificial intelligence could be used to create a basic children's book to give to his friends. Without ever picking up a pen and paper, he created a 12-page picture book. 

Just 72 hours later, Reshi self-published his book on Amazon's digital bookstore. The next day he got the paperback（平装书）, which was made available for free through another Amazon service called KPD. 

Reshi said he paid nothing to have the book created and published, although he has already paid for a $30-per-month Midway subscription. Impressed by the speed and results of his project, Reshi shared the experience in a Twitter thread that attracted more than 2,000 comments and 5,800 retweets（转发）. 

Reshi stated that he received great feedback（反馈）from users, who lauded his creative work at first. But the next day, the replies were negative. "There was this incredibly passionate reaction," Reshi said. "At 4 am, I was woken up by my phone ex ploding every two minutes with a new tweet saying things like ‘We hate you'. "

Reshi was taken aback by the outpouring of emotion in response to what was supposed to be a present for some friends' children. He didn't realize he had landed in the heart of a much broader argument. 

Some artists have expressed concern that AI art generators are stealing their work in response to Reshi's book. And some artists claim that their work has been used without their permission to train Al picture generators. 

"I wouldn't even call myself an author," Reshi said. "The AI is essentially the ghostwriter（代笔者）, and the other AI is the illustrator. " But he thought the process was creative.