I'll never forget that day on which my brother took me to stay at the street. Everytime I thought about his face, my heart shook strongly.

    "Got it? Just a couple of seconds later I will come back." Saying this, his figure went disappearing in the earth. At the same time I saw people sleeping with fear, suddenly realizing that persons didn't belong to anyone. And as time went by, I could never forecast(预想) what would be going on where I stayed.

    I watched the way my brother went on, thinking of something that happened when I was a kid. You know, I was not that outgoing, for which I always refused to talk to anyone including my parents. It is so weird that relations looked down on me and my parents ever sent me to the psychologist(心理医生). They never understood what I was really sick for.

    But something totally changed on a blue moon night. It's him, my brother. He knew the softest in my deep heart, being the first one to care for me. He would stay with me when my sleep was spoiled by horrible dreams; when I was down after something unpleasant occurred; when huge happiness surrounded(环绕) me and was needed to be spoken out to a listener. He gave me all these, on which the others didn't focus. I was moved.

    He always stayed. And kept staying. I was mixed in it. Which ever drove me crazy. But now I have to accept the truth that he has already gone. Like an opening petunias, come with charming smells, and then go with heart breaking. I don't feel sad, or any sense of bitterness. It's just like a two-people party, now it's time to end.

    Had someone given me a chance, could I let him stay? I think it's fate, unstoppable. His eyes are too small, not being able to fill me in. He's right. I shouldn't force him and myself.

    Today I live well. My life goes the right way. I will still miss him, imaging his life in heaven. Then it reminds me of that day. Eight years ago, he felt dying, then held me tightly, passing the beats and temperature to me. That street is in Wenchuan, on May 12th in 2008.

    Chris Rock was born in the state of South Carolina in the United States. When he was a child, his family moved, and he grew up in a poor area in Brooklyn, New York. As a teenager, Rock left high school and told jokes in comedy clubs in New York City. Even at age 18, Chris Rock was very funny. He told jokes about his family(his parents were very strict), and about growing up in Brooklyn in the 1980s.Many of his jokes were also about high school, which Rock says was terrible.

    Famous comedians(喜剧演员)went to see Rock's performances. One comedian (Eddie Murphy)helped him get work on television and in the films. Chris Rock still acts in films, but he does not want to be a serious actor. For him, comedy is more important. It makes people laugh, but it can also make people think.

    Today, Chris Rock still does live comedy shows around the world. He also created a TV show called Everybody Hates Chris. It is about his teenage years growing up and going to school in Brooklyn. In 2006, it was considered as one of the best comedy shows on American TV.

A rich man and a poor tailor(裁缝) lived in the same house. The rich man lived upstairs and the tailor lived downstairs. The tailor liked to sing when he made clothes. He sang one song after another. But the rich man liked to sleep a lot, and the singing disturbed him. 

One day, the rich man said, "Tailor, I'll42give you a bag full of money every day if you stop singing. "

"Fine, " said the tailor. So the tailor stopped singing and became richer and richer.

But after some time, the tailor found he was not happy because he wanted very much to sing again. Then he gave all the money back to the rich man. 

"Here, " he said, "take your money back. I won't be happy if I can't sing. " He put the money on the table and went away and sang. He sang and sang. And he was happy again just like before.

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Look! This is the key to our house. I {#blank#}4{#/blank#} it yesterday. Luckily, I found it with the {#blank#}5{#/blank#} of Ms. Lin. Look at the notebooks. Are these {#blank#}6{#/blank#}? No, they' re not. They' re my classmate Tom's. I borrowed them from him last night. Can you {#blank#}7{#/blank#} the watch? Whose watch is it? Yes, it's {#blank#}8{#/blank#} my father, because his birthday is coming. I think he will be {#blank#}9{#/blank#} when he gets the gift. What's that? It's a {#blank#}10{#/blank#}. I usually use it to look up some new words.

Shortly after I arrived in France, my phone was stolen. 

I was taking a trip by 1 . After knowing my phone was gone and I had missed the last train into the city, I 2 to spend the night at the train station. The workers there were very kind, assuring (向……保证) me their country was 3 . However, I still felt a little 4 and didn't want to take the bus in the dark. 

The next day, I arrived in Paris and reached the hotel at 8 am. At the front desk, a man 5 my story. Being 6 , he wanted to show me that Paris was a great city. He gave me his phone number after only 7 me for 20 minutes. He told me that 8 my visit to the Louvre the next day, I should call him so that he and his friend could 9 and show me around.

His friend spoke poor English, but was very 10 . They took me to the best cultural places in Paris. They acted as my guides 11 I had no map. They provided me with a lot of 12 that I would have never known if I had been on my own—or on my phone! 

They even took me to try traditional French food, like crepes, and didn't let me 13 anything. They were so kind and caring and we 14 became close friends. It's safe to say that the 15 of the trip was not so good, but I had the best experience in Paris and would love to go back!