Susie Sunbeam was not her real name. It was Susan Brown. But everyone called 1 Sunbeam, because she had such a sweet, smiling face. She 2 took brightness with her wherever she went. Her grandfather first gave her this 3, and it seemed to fit the little girl so 4 that soon it took the place of her own.

    Even when Susie was a baby, she laughed and smiled from morning till night. No one ever heard her cry unless she was 5 or hurt. When she had learnt to 6, she loved to go around the house and get things for her mother. 7, she helped her as much as she could.

She loved 8. She would sit by her mother's side for an hour at a time, and ask her many questions. At other times, she would take a new book and read quietly. Susie was always pleasant in her play with other children. She never used a(n) 9 word , but tried to do whatever would make her playmates happy.

    One day, a(n) 10 little girl with an old torn dress passed by. Susie heard some children teasing and laughing at her. She at once ran out to the gate, and asked the little girl to come 11.

    “What are you crying for?” Susie asked. “Because they all 12 at me.” she said.

    Then Susie took the little girl into the house. She 13 the little girl with kind words, and she gave her one of her own best dresses and a good pair of shoes. This brought real 14 to the poor child, and she thought that Sunbeam was the 15 name for Susan Brown.

    Once there was a boy named Jimmy. He started drawing when he was three years old, and when he was five he was already very     1 at it. He drew many beautiful and interesting pictures, and many people 2 his pictures. They thought this boy was going to be 3 when he was a little older, and then they were going to 4 these pictures for a lot of money.

    Jimmy's pictures were quite different from other 5, because he never drew on all of the paper. He drew on 6 of it, and the other half was always 7.

    “That's very 8,” everybody said. “No other people have ever done that before”.

    One day, somebody asked him, “Please 9 me, Jimmy. Why do you draw on the bottom (底部) half of your pictures, but not on the top half.”

    “Because I'm small,” Jimmy said, “and my brushes can't 10 very high.”

    Annie works in a big company. She lives 1 in Chicago. She often does everything on her own. One day, she 2 down from her bed and broke her leg, and she had to save herself. She tried to call her friend Lisa. But she dialed a 3 number. The call 4 Taylor, an 18-year-old girl. She was a college student and she lived hundreds of miles away from Chicago. At that time Taylor was reading in bed and she thought it was someone 5 a joke and making fun of her. When she was going to hang up the 6, she heard a woman saying, "Help! Help!" From it, Taylor thought something 7 must have happened to the woman. After she got the 8 name and address. Taylor called 911 at once. Then she tried to make the woman, Annie feel 9. She spoke to Annie on the phone till the doctors 10 at Annie's house. Annie was saved and she wrote a letter to Taylor to thank her.

    I moved to a new neighborhood two months ago. A taxi driver lived in a house with a large1across the road. He's a single parent with two school-age children. At the end of the day, he would2his taxi on the road. "Why not in the garage？"I asked myself.

    Then one day I learned that he had another3. In the afternoon he would come home from work, leave his taxi and go out4his personal business in his other car, not in his taxi. I felt it was5.

    I really want to see his personal car but did not make it. Two weeks later, I6 to be outside one evening, when the garage door was7and he drove out in his "own" car: a Rolls-Royce(劳斯莱斯)! It8 me completely when I realized what that meant. You see, he was a taxi driver. 9deep inside, he saw himself as something else：a Rolls-Royce owner and a(n)10. He drove others in his taxi but himself and his children in his Rolls-Royce. The world looked at his taxi and called him a taxi driver. But for him, a taxi was11something he drove for a living. Rolls-Royce was something he drove for a(n)12.

    We go to bed every night and13every morning as parents or children, not as bankers, CEOs or professors. We go for a party as close friends or go for a vacation as a family. We love life as it is. Yet often, we base our happiness and14on how high we climb the social ladder(阶梯)—how much bigger and better a taxi we have. And we fail to notice Rolls-Royce, keeping it dusty in our garage. We should pay more attention to 15we are than what we do！Isn't it the true meaning of life？

    Many years ago in a village, Harlem, Holland, there lived a young boy. His name was Hans and he was eight years old. One 1 day, Hans went across the reservoir(水库) to visit an old blind man. He gave the man some biscuits and stayed there for a while, Then, Hans decided to 2 his home.

    "The water in the reservoir usually gets 3 in autumn," said the old man. "Be 4, Hans." On his way home, Hans sang a song, watched the rabbits run around and picked some flowers for his mother, 5, the sky got dark and heavy rain began to fall. Hans felt afraid and started to 6 . Just then, he heard the sound of water running away. He looked around carefully, and then 7 a very small hole in the dam(水坝).

    Hans felt scared 8 he knew what could happen. The 9 could get bigger and bigger. Then the dam could break and the whole Harlem would be covered by the water. Hans knew what to do. He put his finger into the hole, 10 no more water could come through it. "Please, someone, help me!" Hans 11 , But there was no one to help him. After some time, he began to feel very cold and tired, but he could not 12 the dam. All night long, Hans waited and waited...

    The next morning, a farmer walked by and heard Han's cries. I am trying to stop the 13 ,"the boy said. "Can you help me?" The farmer called some other people and they quickly 14 the hole. Then, they took Hans home. Everyone was very proud of that 15 boy.

It was Mother's Day last year and I was doing{#blank#}1{#/blank#}(shop) at the supermarket with my five-year-old son, Johnson. As we were leaving, we saw{#blank#}2{#/blank#} old woman fall down and hit her head on the ground. Her husband tried{#blank#}3{#/blank#}(look) after her, but there was blood(血) everywhere.

Seeing this, Johnson became very sad about what happened{#blank#}4{#/blank#} the old woman. At the front of the supermarket, a man was selling{#blank#}5{#/blank#}(flower). Johnson suggested(建议) that we should buy the old woman a flower. "It will make her{#blank#}6{#/blank#}(feel) better,"he said. I was glad that he'd come up with such a sweet idea. So we walked towards the flower seller and bought one.

{#blank#}7{#/blank#} we walked up to her, my son became scared(害 怕的) to see the blood. Instead I gave the flower to the husband and told him, "My son is sad to see what happened to your wife and wants{#blank#}8{#/blank#}(buy) this flower to make her calm(镇定的)."

The old man{#blank#}9{#/blank#}(cry) and said,"Thank you very much. You have a wonderful son. Happy Mother's Day." The man then gave his wife the flower, telling her who it was from. She was{#blank#}10{#/blank#}(bad) hurt, but the old woman looked up at Johnson with love in her eyes.