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Tony, believe {#blank#}2{#/blank#} and you are sure to succeed.
We couldn't help {#blank#}3{#/blank#}after we watched Zhao Benshan's funny performance.
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    Once upon a time, there was a very young mouse who had never seen anything of the world. He almost got into trouble the very first time he went out. This is the s{#blank#}1{#/blank#} he told his mother about his adventures.

     “I was walking along very quietly when I saw two strange creatures（生物）. One of them had a very kind look, but the other was the most frightening monster you could i{#blank#}2{#/blank#} 

     “On top of his head and in front of his neck, there were pieces of red meat. The moment he saw me, he o{#blank#}3{#/blank#} his mouth as if he wanted to swallow me. Then he let out a roar that frightened me almost to death.”

     “I wanted to make friends with the pretty creature because it looked s{#blank#}4{#/blank#}good and gentle. He had thick and smooth fur and a gentle face. His eyes were bright and shining. As he looked at me, he w{#blank#}5{#/blank#} his fine long tail and smiled.

     “My son,” said the mother mouse, “that gentle creature you saw was the cat. In fact the cat eats us. Under his k{#blank#}6{#/blank#}appearance, he was against every one of us. The other was nothing but a cock who wouldn't be h{#blank#}7{#/blank#} to you at all. So you're lucky, my child. ”

    It was at an exhibition of the artist's works organized by the Red Cross. I was invited as a special g{#blank#}1{#/blank#}to attend the exhibition. During this period, two cute girls of 16 or 17 years old came to me and asked me for my signature(签名).

    "I haven't brought my pen.  Is the p{#blank#}2{#/blank#}okay?" Actually, I knew they wouldn't r{#blank#}3{#/blank#}. I just wanted to show a well-known writer's good manners to the c{#blank#}4{#/blank#}readers.

    "Certainly," the young girls readily a{#blank#}5{#/blank#}. I could see they were very excited. Of course, their excitement also made me feel more pleased and satisfied. One of the girls h{#blank#}6{#/blank#}her fine notebook to me. I turned over the cover of the notebook, wrote a few words of encouragement n {#blank#}7{#/blank#}, and signed my name. The girl read my signature, frowned (皱眉), looked at me carefully and asked, "Aren't you Robert Charboss?"

    "No," I told her proudly, "I'm the author of Alice Adams, the w{#blank#}8{#/blank#}of two Pulitzer Prizes."

    The young girl turned to the o{#blank#}9{#/blank#}shrugged (耸肩) and said, "Mary, lend your rubber to me." At that moment, all my p{#blank#}10{#/blank#}turned into a bubble (泡泡) immediately. Since then, I always warn myself: no matter how outstanding you are, don't think highly of yourself.