A little boy invited his mother to his school's first teacher-parent meeting. He never thought that she would  1 . But she did. He felt worried.  2  she was a beautiful woman, there was a scar(伤疤) that covered nearly the whole right side of her face.

 At the meeting, the boy was 3 to see other people having a good talk with his mother. But he felt sorry for his mother's face and sat in a chair  4  his mother. Just then he heard a talk    5    his mother and his teacher.

“How did you get the scar on your   6    ?" the teacher asked. She replied, “When my son was a baby, his room caught on fire one day. 7 was too afraid to go in, so I went in and ran towards his bed. Just then I saw a beam(横梁) coming down and I placed myself over him trying to  8   him. I was knocked but luckily, a fireman saved both of us.” She touched the scar.

“This scar will be here forever, but I have never regretted     9 I did for my son. You see, he is strong and healthy now.”

Hearing that, the little boy came out running to his     10  with tears in his eyes. He hugged(拥抱) her and held her hand tightly(紧紧地) for the rest of the day.

“Mommy, I got something for you!” Cody ran through the door after school. His face wore the biggest smile ever. He waved something above his head. “It's a pen. But not just any pen. It's a lucky pen!” He handed me the pen 1 , waiting for my reaction（反应）.

I looked at the pen in my hand. There was nothing 2 about it. It looked just like any other ballpoint pen. I had a drawer full of them. At that moment, I didn't realize how special it was or how much I would come to treasure（珍爱）it.

I had made the decision to be a(n) 3 . I had dreamed about it for a long time but I was afraid of being refused by the publishing houses. The night before, I told my husband my 4 when I thought Cody wasn't listening. “What if 5 likes my writing and I fail?” But Cody did 6 what I said. Now he stood in front of me, watching me examine the pen. “You don't have to be afraid now,” he said. “This pen will make your 7 great and everyone will love you.”

Tears filled my eyes. Refusal and failure didn't seem like such a big problem any more. Even if I 8 sold the first book, I had everything I could ever need. I knew that pen would bring me luck, though. And I felt 9 already, just by having Cody in my life, especially when I heard what he did to get it.

In the lunchroom, Cody heard an older boy talking about having a lucky 10 . He decided to get it for me. The boy was a tough negotiator(强硬的谈判者) but Cody didn't 11 . In the end, he 12 his favorite Matchbox car, two army men his brother gave him, a crayon, and a piece of candy—his most important things, for that pen. Just to make 13 feel better.

I still have that pen, though it's long out of ink, in a cup on my desk. When a refusal letter arrives and I start feeling 14 , I look at it and remember just how lucky I am. For while I value that pen, it's Cody who I really 15 in my life.

    Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun 1 — to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.

    Most of the class considered turkey and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the 2 of most of her students' art. And they were. But in her class there was a different kind of boy, Douglas. He was always unhappy. When other children played together, he was likely to stand close by the teacher's side. The boy drew a hand in his picture. 3 else. Just an empty hand.

    Whose hand 4 it be? His abstract (抽象的) picture made classmates really 5. One child guessed it was the hand of the6, because they raise turkeys. Another suggested police officers, because the police 7 and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went — 8 the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.

    When the children went on to other projects, she 9 at Douglas' desk, bent down, and asked him 10 hand it was. The little boy looked away and said in a low voice, "It's 11, teacher."

    The teacher recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, "12 my hand, Douglas, we'll go outside." Or, "Let me 13 you how to hold your pencil." Or, "Let's do this together." Douglas was most thankful for his teacher's hand.

    Hearing the boy's words, tears ran down the teacher's face. She brushed aside a tear and went on with her work.

    The story speaks of 14 than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship. They might not always say 15, but they'll remember the hand that reaches out.

    Chinese people have been celebrating Mid-autumn Festival and enjoying mooncakes 1 centuries, Mooncakes carry people's2to the families they love and miss.

    There are many traditional folk stories about the 3Festival .Among them, the story of the Chang'e is the 4touching.

    Chang'e was Hou Yi's beautiful 5. Hou Yi shot down the nine suns. He got magic medicine 6a goddess. She gave him medicine 7she wanted to thank him for 8he did. The medicine could make people 9forever.

    However, a bad man, Pang Meng, tried to 10the medicine. Chang'e refused 11give it to him and took it all. After taking the 12, she became very light and 13to the moon.

    Hou Yi was so 14that he called out her name to the moon every night, He wished that Chang'e could come back.

    After this, people started the tradition of 15the moon and sharing mooncakes with their families.

    Why won't my teacher believe me? I was a1student. I always do my homework. I did2of my work last night, but now I don't have it. My3thinks it's because I'm busy practising basketball for the school game. I am busy, 4that's not why I don't have my homework today, I really did my homework. But my dog ate it! I know, it's an5story. Students say it all the time. But this time, it's6.

    Last night I went home late after practising basketball. So I did my homework and ate dinner7. But I was so careless that I dropped some8on my paper！It was very late, so I didn't copy it on clean paper. I just put it on the table and went to bed, 9that my dog Max loves meat. Later last night, he jumped up onto the table and10my homework. When I got up this morning, there was only a small piece of paper on the floor.

    Years ago, I celebrated my 40^th birthday with friends in a 1 restaurant. Many arrived earlier and waited outside the restaurant, as I was on the roadside, a homeless man came near to me and 2money. I let him know I didn't have any cash (现金)with me. With a quiet smile on his face, he moved on.

    Just then a friend arrived and called out, "Happy Birthday!" Hearing this, the man turned and asked, "Hey, man, it's your birthday？""Yes, "I said. He walked 3, smiled and said, "Happy Birthday!" I was not 4 ready for what happened next. He took out a dollar from his dirty bag, and gave it to me, saying, "Here man, take this. Happy Birthday! "That's 5. I expected he was making a joke!

    Although I 6 deeply by his generosity (慷慨), accepting money from a homeless man was embarrassing for me. I felt very uncomfortable. 7I replied, "Thanks, but…"Looking directly into my eyes, he said, "God, so good to me Every night, I always end up with a place to sleep and enough food to eat. Please take this. "I held out my hand-8 thinking twice, saying," thank you"

    This was one of my9 life lessons— however poor we may feel, we always have something valuable to share with others. From then on I often helped people in need and treated everyone with kindness and 10, spreading love and joy everywhere I went.