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    Every December the radio station in my city makes a program in which all the poor children can send letters asking for some Christmas presents. One day, as I was 1 the radio, I decided to do something, so I asked four of my friends if they wanted to help a poor child. They2.

    After several days, we learned about a 3from a little child called Juan. In his letter, he 4 some blankets and some clothes and also wanted somebody to help his father5 the house because it was in bad 6.

    We told the radio station that we wanted to 7 Juan. After that, we started to think about how to 8 all the money to buy all that Juan 9. After 5 days, we collected much money and bought many things for Juan. We 10 bought some toys as a little 11for Juan.

    12, on December 22 the radio station gave a party in which all the children who asked for help were 13, and all those helping these children.

    In the party we 14 Juan. We played some games with him and gave him the 15we prepared for him. He was very excited and happy, so were my 16 and I.

    That day was one of the most 17 days in my life, and I learned something 18 from it. Giving help to those in need is one of the most meaningful things that you can do19 this makes you feel good and also makes the persons who you are helping 20. I am going to keep doing that all my life!

    A Pennsylvania patrol (巡逻) officer rescued（营救）a German shepherd (牧羊犬) from a car accident in South Londonberry.

    Since the rescue, a photo of patrol officer Nick Ague carrying the 1 that his fellow police officers posted to Facebook has got nearly 4,500 likes and tons of 2  comments(评论).

    "Amazing people still do exist (存在)!” one user 3 .

    The act of heroism began on Aug. 11, when Ague heard on the radio that there had been a car 4  nearby, and that two dogs involved in the crash had fled (逃离) from the 5 .

    "I heard other people say they saw a German shepherd 6 ," Ague told ABC News.com. "Based on the location I could 7  the dog was heading west."

    So Ague and a few fellow 8  set out to find the dog, who they later learned was named Mya. They flagged Mya down, 9  every time they stopped their patrol cars, she would run from them. They called Mya's 10 , and when she arrived on the scene, Mya 11  stopped running. And then the dog wouldn't move at all.

    That was when Ague realized something was 12 . He quickly realized that it wasn't that the dog wouldn't move but 13  not move.

    "The dog was not moving because the skin on her feet was hanging off 14  the distance she ran," Ague explained. "She ran two miles from the crash on hot asphalt (柏油).

    "When I realized that's why she couldn't walk," he said, "the 15  thing I could think of doing was to pick her up."

    So he 16  Mya up, who he said weighed around 75 pounds, and 17  her about 100 yards to her owner's car.

    Mya's owner, Megan Smith, said that Mya's feet were already healed(痊愈), and she was now walking 18 .

    Ague, who has a German shepherd of his own and described himself as "a real animal 19 ", said he never thought of doing anything besides 20  Mya.

    The professor's house，big and untidy，stood alone at one end of a huge garden. The place was totally uncared for, quite 1 and overgrown with all sorts of useless things. I2my way through bushes and tall weeds to the front door and rang the bell.

    I was glad that I had found him. In twenty minutes, he 3 me right on all the 4 that had puzzled me. I was on the 5 of leaving when I looked out of his study window and said, “You're very fond of gardening, I see.”

    “No, I'm not,” he said. “ 6, I love this garden, though. It's 7 I always wanted it to be. I never touch it at all.”

    “It could be made lovely. It 8 a pity to let all this ground go to waste. But perhaps you don't 9 that way?” said I.

    “I don't. I lived here when I was a child, and I had 10 of gardening then. It was my father's hobby，you see. Unfortunately, he wasn't 11 enough to do it himself. My brother and I did all of it between us year after year. There was one right way and many wrong ways. Each blade (叶片) of grass was an enemy to be 12 by hand, not just cut off. I've spent a good part of life at work here.”

    “I see. You took a dislike to it, and now you're getting even!”

    “I dislike it. Then, of course, I didn't understand the 13 it had. It used to 14 me. It appeared in my dreams—a mistake here, something not quite straight here, the enemy showing its head in a place I was 15 to have cleaned. The work was too much. It seemed endless. The size of the place was itself a fight to a boy.”

    “And now it's yours，you're just letting it go to...”

    “16?” he said. “No，I don't agree with that. This garden and I are now the best friends. I like17 it grow18 its own way. I make no demands on it. I never disturb it, and it never disturbs me. It has19at last, and so have I.”

    “But the path is over grown. It's inconvenient for you，isn't it?”

    “That's part of my20” he laughed. “You can go out the back way. The weeds are shorter there because they don't get the sun.”

    Every year on my birthday, from the time I turned twelve, a bunch of white gardenia (栀子花) was delivered to my house. No card or note came with it.1to the flower shops were not helpful at all—it was a cash2.After a while I stopped trying to 3who the sender was and just delighted in the beauty and perfume of the white flowers in soft pink paper.

    But I never4 imagining who the sender might be. Some of my 5moments were spent daydreaming about it. My mother6to these imaginings. She would ask me whether there was someone for whom I had done a(n)7kindness and said that he/ she might be showing 8. Perhaps the neighbor I helped when she was9 a car full of groceries. Or maybe it was the old man10the street whose mail I helped to get during the 11so he wouldn't have to risk down his icy steps. As a young girl12 I tended to guess that it might be a boy who had noticed me a long time 13I didn't know him.

    One month before my high school graduation, my father died of a heart attack. My feelings ranged from grief to abandonment and fear. He was 14some of the most important events in my life. And I became completely15 in my upcoming dance in my graduation ceremony.

    The day before my father died, my mother and I had gone shopping for a dress. We'd found a splendid one, but it was the wrong size. When my father died, I16about the dress. My mother didn't. The day before the graduation ceremony, I found that beautiful dress, in the right size, on the sofa. I didn't17whether I had a new dress or not, but my mother did. She wanted her children to feel18and lovable, believing that there was a magic in the world and19in the face of hard times. In truth, Mother wanted her children to see themselves much like the gardenia—lovely20 and perfect with perhaps a bit of mystery.

    My mother passed away ten days after I was married. I was 22. That was the year the gardenia stopped coming.

    I was frustrated at not being entered into the national IT competition I'd applied for. I sat in the car, lost in1, chewing my lip and staring outside.

    I went upstairs,2 and desperate. Grandpa's door was open for me as usual. There, he was waiting for my3 with great excitement. I stood silently, forcing a4 to cover my sadness. He seemed to5 me immediately, giving me a6. I was astonished that such a7 body was full of so much energy.

    Only then did my emotions start 8 out. I told him that all my9were for nothing, and that I was feeling discouraged. Grandpa smiled at me 10 and said, "Don't worry. You're far stronger than you think." Then he11, "Life can be full of ups and downs so what we need do is to still have our hopes and12, neglecting the anxiety that makes it easy to give up."

    He13me on the shoulder, with a determined look, before saying, "Cheer up. I'm firmly 14 that you have the capability to succeed." Grandpa's encouragement soon made my sadness15.

    The next day, I thought about all my problems and16 a plan. Now, I believe that with a positive attitude towards failure, I'll17 reach my goals.

    Looking back, I realize that we should share our setbacks and progress in life with our 18ones. As my grandpa showed, the19 of our family members will benefit us20.

The sandwich man

    Michael rises every morning at 4:00, in good and bad weather, and walks into his sandwich shop. By 5:50, he's making the rounds of the shelters on Centre Streets. He 1 out 200 sandwiches to the homeless, before beginning his workday.

    It started 20 years ago when Michael came across a homeless man named John. He began to help him 2 effort then. Day after day, he brought John some food and, when it was really 3, a resting place in his car while he worked. Once he asked John if he wanted to get cleaned up. It was a(n) 4 offer, because Michael thought John would refuse. 5, John said, "Are you going to wash me?" Michael knew that he was looking at a 6 of his promise. It was at the moment that Michael 7 to help the homeless.

    Michael began his work. He received no sponsorship, saying, "I'm not getting media 8. I just want to do some good in my way. There are days when it's snowing, and I have a hard time leaving my warm bed and the 9 of my family to go downtown with sandwiches. But I've 10."

    Michael makes 200 sandwiches every day for the past 20 years. "I don't simply 11 the sandwiches on a table for the homeless to pick up. I shake their hands and 12 them a good day " says Michael. Once Mayor (市长) Koch came to make the rounds with him. They 13 the media, and it seemed like it was just the two of them. But of all Michael's 14, working side by side with the Mayor was not as important as working next to someone else…

    A man had 15 from the sandwich takers, and Michael thought about him from time to time. He hoped the man had moved on to a more 16 environment. One day, the man came back, greeting Michael and 17 sandwiches of his own to hand out. He said Michael's daily food, warm handshakes and wishes had given him the 18 he badly needed. After achieving some success, he decided to do the same thing as Michael.

    The moment needed no 19. The two men worked silently, side by side, handing out their sandwiches. It was another day on Centre Streets, but a day with just a little more 20.