A teenage girl couldn't stand her parents' family rules, so she left home.
She wanted to be famous. But she had poor education and several years later she had to ask for food on the street for a living. Now her father has died. Her mother is an old woman. But she is still looking for her daughter. She has been to every corner of the city. Everywhere she goes, she puts up a big photo of herself on the wall. At the lower part of the photo she writes,“I still love you . . . , come back home!”
One day, the daughter saw one of the photos. The face was familiar（熟悉）. “Is that my mother?” she moved closer and read the words“I still love you ...” She cried. When she got home, it was early morning. She knocked on the door. The door opened itself. She rushed to her mother's bedroom. Her mother was sleeping. She woke her mother up,“It's me! Your daughter is back home!” The mother and daughter held each other, full of happy tears. The daughter asked, “Why is the door not locked? A thief could get in.” The mother answered softly, “The door has never been locked since you left.”
The door of parents' love for their children will never be closed.

    I live on the twelfth floor of a building. One afternoon I am coming home from a friend's house. It is just after four o'clock. I get quickly into the lift and press Button(按钮) 12.

    The lift starts to go up, but very slowly. And then, half way up, it suddenly(突然) stops between two floors. I couldn't understand it. I press(按)an all the buttons from 1 to 14. I call for help very loudly. But nobody answers.

    Then suddenly the lights go out, and I am alone in the dark. I start to cry and beat the walls of the lift. I cry and cry until I have no voice left. Then, I feel hopeless, and press all the buttons with my open hands. And all at the same time, there is a bell far away. It rings and rings. It is the fire alarm(火灾警报). I think the whole building is on fire. I say to the God quietly, “Just get me out of here. I'll never be bad again.”

    Just then, I realize the lift is moving very slowly. On the ground floor it stops, and the door opens. A man is standing there. “How long have you been there? It is good that you press the alarm bell. But haven't you learned to read at your school? ” He points at a small piece of paper on the wall beside the lift. It says： “Attention (注意)： This lift will be stopped for repairs between 4 pm and 5 pm on Thursday, March 13.”

    If you enjoy reading, don't miss Shakespeare and Company when you visit Paris. It's a famous English-language bookstore. An American, Sylvia Beach, opened the first Shakespeare and Company in history in 1919. She did more than selling books. Her bookstore was also a library, and she even had beds for writers visiting there. Ms Beach was not only kind to people but also good at choosing books, so her bookstore was often visited by writers like Ernest Hemingway and James Joyce. But in 1941, after the Germans took power in Paris, Ms Beach had to close her bookstore.

    In 1951, another American, George Whitman, opened another English-language bookstore, Le Mistral, in Paris. Since then, just as Ms Beach did, Mr Whitman had also made his bookstore a library for people to borrow books, and a free hotel for writers to stay in. To remember Ms Beach, Mr Whitman changed the name of his bookstore to Shakespeare and Company in 1964, two years after Ms Beach died.

    Next time when you are in Paris, don't forget to visit this nice bookstore and see if you can spend a night there.