We can't remember{#blank#}1{#/blank#}(clear) since when we started to take our mobile phones to a dinner table. This happens a lot, especially when we eat out. Once d{#blank#}2{#/blank#} come, we take out our mobile phones and take photos i{#blank#}3{#/blank#}of lifting our chopsticks. Later, we post the photos onto Weibo or Wechat, {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(wait) to be "liked”. Then we checked our mobile phones from time to time during the meal, to see w{#blank#}5{#/blank#} we get “liked” or not. We just cannot leave our mobile phones for simply a meal.

    Does that sound familiar to you? Do you do that often? If not, how do you feel when others do that when having dinner with you?

    A recent study {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(suggest) that what we are used to doing is not that good. Spending time taking photos of food makes the food less pleasant So, w{#blank#}7{#/blank#} not stop taking photos and just enjoy the food ahead of you?

    Besides the {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(science)result, there are also some other bad influences of taking photos of food before meals. After posting the photos onto the Internet, one will be unable to control himself and check his mobile phone many times." Does everyone accept my photos? I hope a lot of people like them!" It seems like your mobile phone secretly calls your name all the time, even when you are w {#blank#}9{#/blank#}real people.

    So, next time you go out to have dinner, how about not taking photos of food? Let the food be delicious as it is and share your life with others. Trust me, and it will be a {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(wonder) time.

In 1990, when I {#blank#}1{#/blank#} nine years old, I wanted very much to find {#blank#}2{#/blank#}pen pal, I found Ashley's address in a magazine, and decided {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (write) to her.

    I sent off my letter with a little hope. Very quickly, I received her letter.{#blank#}4{#/blank#} my surprise, Ashley was only one month {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (old) than me, I learned some new expressions from her. {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(real) liked this new friend.

    Letter after letter, year after year, Ashley and I continued to write to one another. A letter would be received and I'd write back right, away. We would send each other birthday and Christmas {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (gift).

Eight years later, my parents decided it was time {#blank#}8{#/blank#} me to meet this friend. They drove me down to Mississippi for a few days. We {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (have) a fun time together. We did the things that teenage girls love to do.

    Twenty-five years after the {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (one) letter, Ashley and I still have an amazing friendship.

    Although we don't write letters now, we communicate through mobile phones and the Internet.