I have written a poem called Flying Kites, in which a man 1 his son to fly a kite. After a few minutes, the child2 drops the string and lets the kite soar(高飞). With joy in his eyes, he watches it climb until it disappears 3.The father realizes that 4 he'll have to loosen the string that ties him to his son. And he 5 ,“Will I release the tie as unselfishly as that?”

    Many years later my son, Gary,6 he wouldn't finish his college career. I tried to talk him out of it. But none of my reasoning made any 7 . At the end of the semester Gary moved back home.

    Gary managed to find a job at a nursery and went at it with 8enthusiasm. I,9, was deeply disappointed. What was a college professor's 10  doing at a job that any high school dropout could perform? Then I tried to11 him. “Look,” I said, “In a few years you'll be at your high school reunion with 12 classmates who became doctors, lawyers, and engineers. Do you think you'll be able to 13 that?”

    “Yes, Dad,” he replied without 14. Then he fixed his eyes on mine and said, “But the real question is: Can you?”

    Shame suddenly 15 me. I wasn't thinking about my son; I was thinking about myself and what my friends would think. The problem wasn't Gary's pride; it was mine. All at once I remembered my  16  and the question it asked “ Will I release the 17 as unselfishly as that?”. At that moment I knew I had to let go. Gary was  18 enough to make his own choices.

    Today Gary has a successful career working for the city. I am very 19 of who he has become.20I let go of my pride, I've been able to sit back and enjoy watching him soar.

    When 12 girls from San Fernando High School in California received a grant(经费) to develop an invention to solve a real-world problem, they decided to create a solar-powered shelter to help the homeless.

    For over a year, the girls have been using all their free time to complete the 1“They have this amazing internal(内心的)2that I've never seen in any individual,” Violent Mardirosian, a teacher at San Fernando High who is3with the team on the project, told The Huffington Post. “I thought4that maybe some of them would give up, say 'I didn't5this much work,' but they haven't. They're just working hard and they're not giving up and they're super6.

    Living in a low-income community, the girls have seen the 7 of homelessness first-hand. Many of them are from immigrant families and hoped the 8 which is powered by rechargeable(可再充电的) solar panels(控制板), would help the9.

    Seventeen-year-old Maggie Mejia told the Huffington Post that10she had no previous 11experience, the girl figured out as a team how to12the shelter using how –to videos and books that taught them how to code. But the most important13she's learned during the project isn't technical.

    “I've learned a lot about14others, helping the community and being selfless and showing a better world to other people and15someone else's life,” she said. The project was carried out with DIY Girls, a nonprofit that helps fund STEM-science, technology, engineering and math- projects for16.

    Mardirosian said all the participating students have17their interest in STEM through this project.

    “Many of them didn't think about engineering before. They thought maybe they're not18out to be an engineer. But working together, now they 19their skill - whether a writing skill or a drawings skill or a speaking skill, they're all20in this field. Everyone has found their importance in this picture,” she said.

    Jay Chou（周杰伦）was born in Taiwan on January 18, 1979. Now he is one of the most popular singers in China and famous as the king of Chinese popular music.

    Jay was 1 by his mother who was a single mother and a teacher in a high school. Showing 2 in music, little Jay was taught to play the piano at the age of three. 3 he was a third-grade student in a primary school, his mother 4 to give him music lessons every day. She also took him to concert（音乐会）to 5 his taste for music. Those were beneficial to his careers later.

    Jay first entered the music industry when he 6 a talent show as a pianist with his friends. Although his performance wasn't 7, the organizer saw his music 8 and gave him a chance. He was 9 to write music for other singers. During the following years, he 10 many songs and some of them became popular, but almost11 knew him.

    Later, Jay got a 12 to produce an album of his own. In 2000, he released（发行）his first 13, to everyone's 14, which became an instant hit（成功）. Soon he is popular throughout Asia, 15Taiwan.

    Jay16 both Chinese and western music to produce his own music, which is quite different from mainstream Taiwanese music. His songs cover 17 topics. For example, the song Dad I am Back is about family life, and the song Rice Fields18 environmental protection. Taipei Times once named his music Chou Style.

    According to Baidu, the most popular Internet search engine in China, Jay is the number one searched singer in 2002, 2006 and 2007. And Jay was 19 as one of the 50 most important 20 in China in 2009.

    Mr. Jackson was blind from birth. He owned a fruit 1 on a very busy street. 2 he was visually disabled, he ran his business pretty handsomely. He could see nothing and he could only 3 the things within his reach. 4 ， he was able to handle it and was content with everything he had.

    One day his son came to him. He told Mr. Jackson in 5 that he read in the newspaper of a 6 who could operate on his eyes and allow him to see. The father and son traveled to the doctor and paid for the 7.

    After the operation, the doctor asked Mr. Jackson，“What is the first thing you are 8 to see when I take the bandages off？”He replied, “I really want to see my beautiful 9 on my stand！”

    The doctor and the son 10 Mr. Jackson down to the busy street where his fruit stand had been located for so many years. The doctor 11 unwrapped the bandages 12 he could lay his eyes on the beautiful fruit! Mr. Jackson was so full of 13 that he could finally see his life's work—taking care of his fruit! After a few hours of 14 his beautiful fruit stand, he looked down the street both ways and saw there were quite a few fruit stands in both directions. He looked 15 the street and saw many other fruit stands. He spent so much time looking at other people's fruit stands and 16 the competition that soon his own business17.

    From Mr. Jackson's failure, we should know that everyone is a 18 individual with different fingerprints, DNA and thinking. What we need to do is just be ourselves and 19 everyone else to be who they are. Mind our own business and we should never be afraid of the 20.

In 1882 a baby girl caught a fierce fever. She 1 but the fever left its mark—she could no longer 2 or hear. So how did this child grow up to become a world-famous 3 and public speaker?

    The fever cut her off from the outside world. It was as if she had been 4 into a dark prison cell from which there could be no release. 5 she was not someone who gave up easily. Soon she began to 6 the world by using her other 7. She followed her mother wherever she went, hanging on to her skirts. She touched and smelled everything she came 8. She learnt to 9 people by feeling their faces or their 10. She could also tell where she was in the 11 by smell of the different plants and the feel of the ground under her feet.

    By the age of seven she had 12 over 60 different signs by which she could talk to her family. If she wanted bread, for example, she would 13 to cut a loaf and butter the slices. But even so she had 14.

    At five she began to realize she was different from other people, which made her so 15 that she used to kick and scream in the room. As she got older, her frustration 16 and her anger became stronger and stronger. Fortunately, with the help of her teacher Anne Sullivan, she 17 to be a remarkable scholar. While she was still at college she wrote The Story of My Life, which enjoyed immediate popularity and 18 enough money to buy her own house. She 19 the country, giving lecture after lecture and she also received many 20 from foreign universities and kings. The girl was Helen Keller.

    I will never forget the year when I was about twelve years old. My mother told us that we would not be1Christmas gifts because there was not enough money. I felt sad and thought, "What would I say when the other kids asked what I'd2?" Just when I started to3that there would not be a Christmas that year, three women4at our house with gifts for all of us. For me they brought a doll. I felt such a sense of5that I would no longer have to be embarrassed when I returned to school. I wasn't6. Somebody had thought7of me to bring me a gift.

    Years later, when I stood in the kitchen of my new house, thinking how I wanted to make my8Christmas there special and memorable, I 9remembered the women's visit. I decided that I wanted to create that same feeling of10for as many children as I could possibly reach.

    So I11a plan and gathered forty people from my company to help. We gathered about 125 orphans(孤儿) at the Christmas party. For every child, we wrapped colorful packages filled with toys, clothes, and school supplies, 12with a child's name. We wanted all of them to know they were13. Before I called out their names and handed them their gifts, I14them that they couldn't open their presents15every child had come forward. Finally the16they had been waiting for came as I called out, "One, two, three. Open your presents! " As the children opened their packages, their faces beamed and their bright smiles17up the room. The18in the room was obvious, and19wasn't just about toys. It was a feeling—the feeling I knew20that Christmas so long ago when the women came to visit. I wasn't forgotten. Somebody thought of me. I matter.