Long long ago, a poor farmer had a dog and a cat. The dog and the cat 1 for the farmer and they 2 food from him.

    One night the farmer said, “There's not 3 room for both of you to live in the house. The one who works 4 in the field will live inside. ” Then they 5 good night to each other.

    The next morning, the dog and the cat got up very early. The dog went straight to the 6 and worked very hard. The cat climbed up a tree and slept until dark.

    When the evening came, they 7 went home. The dog told the farmer 8 that he finished the work. so did the cat. The dog and the cat argued a lot. The farmer decided to go and 9 the field next morning.

    What did the farmer see then? There were all the cat's footprints in the field.

    From then on, the cat lives inside the house and the dog lives outside, and their food are 10, too. So the dog is very angry with the cat whenever they see each other.

    Peng Jiangya was born in a poor family of Guizhou. 1 she was a child， she fell into a fire stove(火炉) at home. She lost her2 .

    “In order to hold chopsticks(筷子)，my parents taught me to use them for a long time. It was really3 but I did my best to solve it. From then on， I knew if I wanted to succeed(成功)， I had to put great efforts into what I was doing，” Jiangya said.

    Life was 4 to her， but nothing could 5her. With the help of her teachers， she 6learned how to hold a pen and managed to finish junior high school. One day， Jiangya saw others 7 cross—stitch(十字绣) outside their doors. She decided to try it for 8. Holding a needle(针) without fingers（手指）was not easy， but she never 9. Now she can do it well and take good care of her family.

    As for her future， Jiangya said， “I will work 10 some other people to embroider (绣) the beautiful scenery of our hometown for tourists. At the same time， we can make more money.”

    Long ago there was a boy who was hungry for success. For him winning was 1.One day the boy was to run in a race in his village. Many people got together to 2. Among the crowd was a wise old man.

    The race began. All the runners ran very fast, but the boy 3 at the last minute. The crowd cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man said nothing. The little boy felt 4 and important.

    "Another race, another race!" cried the little boy. The wise old man came over and presented (交给) the little boy with two new runners, an old woman and a blind man. "This is no race!" the little boy shouted.

    "Race!" ordered the wise man. The boy won again. The crowd, 5, was silent this time.

    "6 don't the people cheer for my success?" he asked the wise old man.

    "Race again!" replied the wise man, "But this time, finish 7." The little boy thought a little, and then took the hands of the blind man and the old woman. The race began and the little boy walked 8 to the finishing line. The crowed 9. The wise man smiled.

    "Who is the crowd cheering for?" asked the little boy. The wise old man, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders, replied softly, "Little boy, for this race you have won 10 than in any race you have ever run before, and for this race the crowd cheer not for any winner!"

    When I was in the seventh grade, I volunteered about thirty to forty hours a week during the summer at a local hospital in my town. Most of the time I spent there was with Mr. Gillespie. He never had any1, and nobody seemed to care about his condition. I spent many days there     holding his hand and talking to him, helping with anything that needed to be done. He became a close friend of mine, even though he replied to me with only a very 2moving of his fingers. Mr. Gillespie was still in a coma(昏迷).

    I left for a week to vacation with my parents, and when I 3 back, Mr. Gillespie had gone. I didn't have the courage to ask any of the nurses where he was, for fear they might tell me he had died.

    Several years passed. One day, when I was at the gas station, I noticed a familiar face. When I realized who it was, my eyes filled with 4. He was alive! I asked him if his name was Mr. Gillespie, and if he had been in a coma about five years ago. With a(an) 5 look on his face, he replied, "Yes". I explained how I knew him, and that I had spent many hours talking with him in the hospital. With tears in his eyes, he gave me the warmest hug (拥抱)I had ever 6.

    He began to tell me how, as he lay there in a coma, he could 7 me talking to him and could feel me holding his hand the whole time. He thought it was an angel, not a person, who was there with him. Mr. Gillespie firmly 8 that it was my voice and touch that had kept him alive.

    Then he told me what happened to him to put him in the coma. We both cried for a while and exchanged a hug, said good-bye and went our separate 9ways.

    Although I haven't seen him since then, he fills my heart with joy every day. I know that I made a difference between his life and his death. More 10, I will never forget him and what he did for me: he made me an angel.