I lay there buried alive under our house when the bomb hit our city. The great 1 started by the bomb came nearer and nearer to us as workers tried to 2 us. “Hurry! ” they cried to one another as the flames(火焰) came nearer. At last they reached us and 3 me and my mother out from under everything 4 the flames reached us .

    Later, as I thought of the pilot of the plane that 5 the bomb on our city, I cried, “I hate him. I hate him.” The people with marked faces from the 6 of the bomb made me cry, “I hate him.” I saw people suffering a terrible, 7  death. Again and again I cried as I saw these people, “I hate him!”

    Some time later, that man appeared in a meeting I 8 . As I looked at him, I 9 him very much. Then I listened to what he told us of his 10 the day when he dropped the bomb on our city. I heard him say, “When I flew over the city 11  we dropped the bomb, I cried, 'Oh, God ,what have I 12 '.” I could see that he found it 13 to speak of that day.

As this happened I suddenly 14 my hatred (仇恨) of him was 15. It only made me unhappy also. As I did this, it was as if a heavy load (负担)16my shoulders. Then I decided to 17 him. I did so and my life was 18.

    I now help those who suffer from 19 other people. I try to help them to 20  everyone, as I am now able to do.

    It had been a tiring journey. I 1the hotel at about ten o'clock that night. There were many other tourists waiting to 2in. I approached the reception desk and3my room number and the 4 to it. To my disappointment, I found that there had been a5in communication and my reservation(预定)for a room had not been 6. The receptionist(接待员)was very polite and helpful. She told me that the hotel was fully7for the night and suggested that I live in another hotel which is further down the hill. Faced with hardly any choice, I 8her suggestion.

    The hotel was rather strange and warm. The owner was Percy Williams who doubled up9a receptionist and a waiter. He greeted me10and showed me my room. By then I was so tired that I jumped into bed and11a deep sleep.

    The next morning, I woke up feeling very much 12. I realized that I was13with a blanket and my clothes were14put in the closet. “Mr. Williams is indeed a nice man,” I thought to myself. I decided that I would15on in this hotel for the rest of my holidays.

    I met Mr. Williams on my way out and thanked him for his16. Mr. Williams was surprised. “I didn't do anything 17show you to your room last night, Miss 18must be my wife who did that.”

    “Please give my thanks to your wife then,” I said as I moved to leave. Mr. Williams' next few words made me19 

    “I'm afraid I can't, Miss. You see, my wife has been dead for 20.”

    My father always told me: "All work is noble." He wasn't 1 , but he earned a reasonable living. Thanks to his 2 , I was able to go to Art College. I, however, wanted to do something 3 , something more interesting-I was special！

    After graduation, I moved to New York in search of a graphic designer job. It was winter and, ever the optimist, I'd only brought enough money to 4 myself for about a month. I wasn't 5 -I was sure I'd find a fantastic job immediately.

    Within a few weeks, though, I found myself wandering around the streets having been 6 by every design office in town. My hostel 7 was almost gone and I hadn't eaten in days. “How had I reached this point？""I wondered as I 8 in my thin jacket.

    I was just about to 9 when my dad called. He suggested that I get a job in a 10 until something else came along. At first, pride made me 11. But I was cold, hungry, and unwilling to go home feeling 12 and defeated.

    I entered an expensive-looking cafe near one of the design offices that had turned me away and asked the manager if they were 13. She said they were 14, and offered me a job right away.

    15, I found that I really enjoyed serving people. I started making big 16 right away. Later, the manager learned that I had a design 17 and asked me to design the cafe menus. That led to a part-time job at an advertising company.

    Previously, I'd have never considered being a 18, but there I was. I 19 got my dream design job, but that winter I learned not to make 20 about work.

    Kids who live a happy childhood dream about what they will be when they grow up. But less 1 kids, who live in poverty, sometimes wonder why they were born in the first place.

    Children like these 2 Lebanese director Nadine Labaki's new film Capernau (《何以为家》), which arrived in Chinese mainland 3 on April 29 , 2019.

    In the slums (贫民窟) of Beirut, Lebanon's capital, Labaki saw kids selling gum or flowers or 4 carrying heavy gas tanks. Some of them were alone on the street, unfed and 5.

    One of these kids told her, "I don't know 6 I was born if no one is going to love me, if no one is going to 7 me before I go to sleep, or if I'm going to be beaten up every day."

    This is how Capernaum begins: A 12-year-old boy named Zain who lives in one of Beirut's slums, charges his parents for giving 8 to him, even though, he says, they knew they couldn't 9 him.

    Capernaum is fictional but ifs as 10 as it gets. There are no 11 actors in this film. Zain, for example, is 12 by a boy with the same name, a Syrian refugee (难民) called Zain Al Rafeea. He had never slept in a 13 before the film, or gone to school. He didn't even have papers to 14 he was a human being—just like his character in the film.

    By making the film, Labaki wanted to "become the voice of these kids", according to The Guardian. The voice is being heard. It ran first at Cannes Film Festival in May, 2018, and 15 the Jury Prize. Soon after the festival, under the 16 of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees, Zain and his family got the chance to resettle in Norway. They now live in a house by the sea, and Zain is going to school.

    When Labaki told The New York Times that she wanted the film "to go beyond the borders of just being a film" and be "a 17 for help", she wasn't 18 how big an impact it would have. "I might never get anywhere, but 19 I want to try," she said.

    But she has certainly gone somewhere indeed—to say the least, the real-life Zain is now able to 20 his future.

    When Pat Jones finished college, she decided to travel around the world and see as many foreign places as she could1she was young. Pat wanted to visit Latin America2, so she got a job3 an English teacher in a school in Bolivia. Pat spoke a little Spanish,4 she was able to communicate with her students even when they didn't5much English.

    A sentence she had read somewhere stuck in her mind if you dream6 a foreign language, you have really mastered(掌握)it. Pat repeated this sentence to her students and7that some day she would dream in Spanish and they would dream in8.

    One day, one of her9students came up and explained in Spanish that he had not done his homework. He had10early, and had slept11.

    "What does this have to do with your12?" Pat asked.

    "I dreamed all night, Miss Jones, and my dream was in English."

    "In English?" Pat was very13, since he was such a bad student. She was14secretly jeal-ous (嫉妒的).Her15was still not in Spanish. But she encouraged(鼓励)her young student," Well,16 me about your dream."

    "All the people in my dream17 English," the student said. "And all the signs were, in English. All the newspapers and magazines and all the TV programs were in English. "

    "But that's18,"said Pat, "what did all the people say to you?"

    "I'm sorry, Miss Jones. That's19 I slept so badly. I didn't 20a word they said. It was a nightmare(噩梦)!"