While watching the Olympics the other night, I came across an unbelievable sight. It was not a gold medal, nor a world record broken, but a show of someone's strong determination to win.

The event was a swimming and started with only three men on the blocks. For one reason or another, two of them made mistake when they started, so they were kicked out. That would have been difficult enough, not having anyone to race against, even though the time on the clock is what's important.

I watch the man jump into the water and knew right away that something was wrong. Now I'm not an expert swimmer but I do know a good jump from a poor one, and this was not exactly medal quality. When he was swimming, the crowd started to laugh. Clearly this man was not a medal competitor.

      I listened to the crowd begin to laugh at this poor man that was clearly having a hard time. Finally he made his turn to start back. He tried his best, but clearly he was exhausted.

       But when they saw the man keeping on trying , they stopped laughing and beginning to cheer. Some even to stand and say: “Come , you can do it!” and “ Go for it！”

       A few minutes later ,this young man finally finished his race. The crowd went wild. You would have thought that he had won the gold, and he should have. Even though he recorded one of the slowest times in Olympic history, this man gave more heart than any of the other competitors.

       Just a short year ago, he had never swam, let alone raced. His country had been asked to Sydney as manners.

       In a competition where players remove their silver medals feeling they have somehow been cheated out of gold, or when they act so proudly in front of their competitors, it is nice to watch this game.

       A man that gave his all-knowing that he had no chance, but competed because of the spirit of the games.

阅读下列短文，从下面每小题的A、B、C、D四个选项中选出最佳选项，并在答题卷上将相应的字母编号涂黑。

    Zhou Youguang, known as the "father of Pinyin" was a Chinese. He was born in Changzhou, Jiangsu Province, on 13 January 1906. At the age of ten, he and his family moved to Suzhou, Jiangsu Province. In 1918, he entered Changzhou High School.

    Zhou went to St. John's University in Shanghai in 1923. Then he went to Guanghua University in 1925. Later Zhou spent time in Japan as a foreign exchange student. After World War II, he moved to London, and then New York to work as a banker.

    Zhou returned to China in 1949 to help his country build a modern economy(经济学). In 1955, the government invited him to make necessary changes to the Chinese language. It took him about three years to design Pinyin, and it was a success.

    Today, with the wide use of computers and mobile phones, we use Pinyin to communicate with the world. The system is a bridge between China and the rest of the world."

    Zhou died on 14 January 2017 at his home in Beijing, a day after his birthday. At the time, he was the 17^th oldest living man in China.

    One day I got in a taxi, and we left for the airport. We were driving in the right lane（车道）when, suddenly, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver stopped his car at once. The tire（轮胎） made a very loud noise, and at the very last moment our car stopped just one inch from the back of the other car.

    I was frightened. But then I couldn't believe what happened next. The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, turned his head and started yelling at us. I couldn't believe it! But my taxi driver just smiled at the guy. So I asked, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost sent us to hospital."

    This is when my taxi driver taught my what I now call, "The Law of the Rubbish Truck（垃圾车法则）." He explained that many people are like rubbish trucks. They run around full of rubbish, full of anger and full of bad feelings. As their rubbish piles up, they look for a place to throw it away and sometimes they'll throw it at you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their rubbish and spread it to other people at work, at home or on the streets.

    Successful people never let rubbish trucks change their moods. Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so love those who love you and pray（祈祷）for those who don't.

As a country with a history of over 5,000 years, China is the home of tea. Last summer, I took a trip to Huangshan Mountain in Anhui, China with my parents. I will never 1 the Chinese tea culture there.

On a sunny afternoon, we arrived at the foot of the mountain, tired 2 excited. After a short rest, the 3 took us to a big farm and we learned about tea processing there. He told us that Sheng Nong found out 4 as a drink in old times. In the evening, we paid a visit to a tea house. We watched a tea art show and 5 the local（当地的）green tea. We saw a young woman in a beautiful Chinese dress showed us 6 a cup of tea is made with tea sets. We really enjoyed it and 7 ourselves when we were listening to the traditional folk music. We are sure that the 8 are the ones who best understand the nature of tea.

Time went fast there. I learned a lot about tea culture 9 . Through this journey, I knew something new about the country. I am 10 to the next trip to China!

One weekend, my husband suggested we cook together. I had spoken to my mother earlier that day on the phone. I had told her about our life. She yawned(打哈欠) and we said 1 to one another. 

I didn't know then that just 16 hours later, my mother would die. 

My mother was my best friend. After she died, I felt 2 . She was the only person I wanted to 3 . The only person who could help me was the one who was missing. 

My mother gave me many things, 4 she had never taught me how to cook. She liked to eat more than cook. She loved to eat fish pie and 5 it to us for dinner. Almost every week, she would 6 a prepared fish pie. Then she would bring it home and make her own white sauce. 

My mother 7 taught me how to make a white sauce, and I never wanted to ask her. Since she was gone, I would have to teach 8 .

So this became my focus. For the first few weeks, I survived (生存) on cheap food. But one night, a fish pie mix 9 my eye at the store. 

When I got home, I 10 myself in front of our electric stove. Armed with a 11 , I tried to teach myself to make a white sauce. 

Halfway through the recipe, I couldn't believe it- I had made a white sauce on my own! Then I remembered: I had always 12 fish pie. 

Admiring my sauce, I wondered13 I wanted to make a dish I had hated for 25 years. Why was it suddenly so important?

I poured the sauce over the fish. Then I ate the pie. I realized that the act of 14 calmed me down. 

It helped me find15 .