Robert and Henry were going home from school, when Robert shouted on a corner, “A fight! Let's go and see!”

    “No,” said Henry, “Let's go quietly home and not join in this fight. We have nothing to do with it, and may get into trouble.”

    “You are a coward(懦夫), and afraid to go,” said Robert, and he ran off. Henry went straight home, and in the afternoon went to school, as usual.

    But Robert had told all the kids that Henry was a coward, and they laughed at him. However, Henry had learned that true courage is shown most in being prepared to be laughed at in order to do the right thing. 43 He knew that he should not be afraid of anything, except doing wrong. A few days after, Robert was swimming with some schoolmates. He got into water that was too deep for him. He cried for help.

    The boys who had called Henry a coward got out of water as fast as they could. They didn't even try to help Robert. Robert was sinking(下沉) fast when Henry threw off his clothes and jumped into the water. He reached Robert just as he was sinking. 44 With much danger to himself, Henry tried his best to bring Robert to the bank and saved his life.

    Robert and his schoolmates were ashamed(愧疚的) at having called Henry a coward. They agreed that he had more courage than any of them.

    Never be afraid to do good, but always fear to do wrong.

⑴⑵根据短文简要回答问题；⑶⑷将短文中划线的句子译成汉语；⑸给短文拟一个适当的标题。

    Brandon Forest Park is a place of interest. This large woodland is home to many birds and other wildlife. It's open all year round to visitors.

    In the centre of the park is the Forest Shop and Cafe. You can buy maps in the shop and     there are all kinds of gifts and souvenirs on sale as well.

    The Cafe is open from 9 a. m. to 7 p.m. on Saturday and Sunday. It is open from 9 a. m. to 3 p.m. from Monday to Friday. But on Wednesday it's shut all day.

    There's also a large area for visitors to enjoy a picnic lunch. But please don't throw rubbish. Bicycles are for hire(租用). For an hour it costs $3. 5 and for half a day it's $9. 79.

    Special events are held at the park during the summer. There's going to be an outdoor play, a concert and a horse-riding race this summer.

    More information about the park can be found on our website www.brandonforestpark.com.

Matt jumped into bed.His father sat down beside him.

"What kind of daydid you have?" he asked.

"It was a bad dayfor me," Matt answered. "I had a fight with Ned. The teacher sent anote home about me. And Mom talked about it with me."

"Yes, part of theday was bad," Mr. Gold said. "But there were good parts, too. Nowit's time to go to sleep. So, tell me about the best thing today."

Matt smiled."After school I went fishing," he said. "No one wanted to gowith me. So I had to go alone. I didn't think I would have any fun. But I did!I caught a fish!"

"I'm glad you hada good time," Mr. Gold said. "Think about it until(直到)you go to sleep. Happy dreams!"

"Good night,Dad," Matt said.

His father kissed(亲吻)him good night.

Every night, Mr. Goldand Matt have a little talk like this.

Every night, Mattanswers the same question. "What was the best thing that happened to you today?"

Every night Matt goesto sleep thinking about the best thing. He has many happy dreams!

Sometimes he has tothink hard to find the best thing. Sometimes it is a very small thing. But he alwaysfinds one good thing to think about.

Matt's father taughthis son a good way to end his day. You may want to try it. If you do, why not beginthis every night?

When I was a kid, a tree grew in front of my home. At the age of 10, I was just tall enough to reach its lowest branch and lift myself into its embrace. I wasn't the only climber. Sometimes two or three of my friends would join me in the sycamore, or in the maple down the street. Climbing trees allowed us to enter another world. In fact, it was a world within a world: We took our imaginations with us into those heights, which by turns were a fortress, a pirate ship, a spaceship, or a mountain castle. 

In my small Maine town there are some lovely maples, lindens, and oaks. Their branches spread wide and they are strong enough for people to climb. But I have not yet seen a climber. Perhaps computer games have taken place of tree climbing, or maybe the activity went the way of monkey bars, which came to be viewed as too risky and have largely disappeared from playgrounds. 

It is a sad loss. I have always believed that, since low-hanging limbs provide no benefit to the tree, they must be meant for the child. Robert Frost understood this when he wrote: When I see birches bend to left and right, across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. My only disagreement with Frost is his inference that tree climbing is a gender-specific undertaking. Both boys and girls have what it takes to make a joyful ascent. 

The campus of the university where I teach is lovingly landscaped with all sorts of trees. During a recent walk, I grabbed a branch and a moment later I was sitting on it. Then the memories came flooding back: The old friends, the long view of my neighborhood, and finally, the reluctance to return to earth when the parental call to supper came. 

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the student calling to me from below. He asked what I was doing. I didn't waste time on explanations. "Come on up, "I said. "The air's fine. "But he only laughed, and waved me off. He didn't know what he was missing.