On our first anniversary, Jack bought a bottle of Casaque, an expensive cologne（古龙香水）for me. "We agreed to save the money for your postgraduate education", I said somewhat half-heartedly as I took it out from a beautifully-wrapped packet. "I am unable not to give something 1 to the world's most beautiful bride, honey!" I held it to my2, and smelled the most pleasant flavor I could ever3. Looking down at my4blue jeans and ugly, ragged tennis shoes, I wondered if I could ever be worthy of it. But I would 5. I used only a little of it every time 6Jack graduated and our life was financially easier. It's a 7the foolish love of a young husband.

       Then one day three-year-old Jim was sitting on the floor8the empty cologne bottle. His lips wet, he was making a(n) 9face. He drank my10cologne! "Jack, come quick," I cried, "can cologne11my baby? Jim drank the rest of it!" "It's mostly just alcohol, honey," Jack12me. Little Jim was fine, and my concern for my child was13. I now felt 14to see the empty cologne bottle.

      A few weeks later, Jack bought another bottle of my beloved cologne. I 15it as much as I had done to the earlier one. 16, it became three-quarters empty. I thought it best to buy another 17. But the shop assistant told me that there wasn't even a maker of that brand any more.

    Now I only use my special cologne on very important occasions, because there will be18to replace it when these last few precious19are gone. But from the bottom of my heart it's not three-quarters empty but still one-quarter full. Perhaps if I'm very careful, I can 20using it for the rest of my life.

    The professor's house，big and untidy，stood alone at one end of a huge garden. The place was totally uncared for, quite 1 and overgrown with all sorts of useless things. I2my way through bushes and tall weeds to the front door and rang the bell.

    I was glad that I had found him. In twenty minutes, he 3 me right on all the 4 that had puzzled me. I was on the 5 of leaving when I looked out of his study window and said, “You're very fond of gardening, I see.”

    “No, I'm not,” he said. “ 6, I love this garden, though. It's 7 I always wanted it to be. I never touch it at all.”

    “It could be made lovely. It 8 a pity to let all this ground go to waste. But perhaps you don't 9 that way?” said I.

    “I don't. I lived here when I was a child, and I had 10 of gardening then. It was my father's hobby，you see. Unfortunately, he wasn't 11 enough to do it himself. My brother and I did all of it between us year after year. There was one right way and many wrong ways. Each blade (叶片) of grass was an enemy to be 12 by hand, not just cut off. I've spent a good part of life at work here.”

    “I see. You took a dislike to it, and now you're getting even!”

    “I dislike it. Then, of course, I didn't understand the 13 it had. It used to 14 me. It appeared in my dreams—a mistake here, something not quite straight here, the enemy showing its head in a place I was 15 to have cleaned. The work was too much. It seemed endless. The size of the place was itself a fight to a boy.”

    “And now it's yours，you're just letting it go to...”

    “16?” he said. “No，I don't agree with that. This garden and I are now the best friends. I like17 it grow18 its own way. I make no demands on it. I never disturb it, and it never disturbs me. It has19at last, and so have I.”

    “But the path is over grown. It's inconvenient for you，isn't it?”

    “That's part of my20” he laughed. “You can go out the back way. The weeds are shorter there because they don't get the sun.”

    My father and I are moving gracefully(优雅地) across the floor. Around and around we go, 1 and nodding to the other dancers. We are the best dancers on the floor, they tell us. My father holds my hand and smiles at me. All the years that I 2 to dance with him disappear now. And those 3 times come back.

    I remember when I was almost three and my father came home from work, he pulled me into his 4 and began to dance me around the table. We danced through the years. One night when I was fifteen, I was 5 in some painful feelings. My father asked me to dance with him. “Come on,” he said, “let's get the 6 on the run.” When I turned away from him, my father put his hand on my shoulder, and I 7 out of the chair shouting, “Don't touch me! I am sick and 8 of dancing with you!” I saw the 9 on his face, but words were out and I could not call them back. I ran to my room crying 10.

    We did not dance together after that night. My father waited up for me through my high school and college years when I danced my way out of his 11. Many years later, soon after his 12 picked up from a heart problem, my mother wrote that they had 13 a dance club. “You remember how your father loves to dance.” Yes, I remembered. My eyes filled up with 14. I knew he was waiting for a(an) 15 from me, but I could never find the right words.

As my parent's 50th wedding anniversary 16, I knew 17 I wanted to do was dance once more with my father. On the big day, in the party after the dinner, my parents danced around the room with the other dancers. I walked 18 the dancing people, looking directly into my father's eyes, “Excuse me, but I believe this is my dance.” My father stood 19. Our eyes met and traveled back to that night when I was fifteen. In a(an) 20 voice, I said, “Let's get the unhappiness on the run.” My father bowed(鞠躬) and said, “Oh, yes. I've been waiting for you.”

    One day a man was asked to paint a boat by the owner of the boat. He brought with him paint and 1and began to paint the boat bright red, as the owner asked him. While painting, he 2 there was a hole in the boat and decided to 3it. When he finished painting, he received his 4 and left.

    The next day, the owner of the boat came to the painter and 5him with a nice check, much 6than the payment for painting, the painter was 7" You've already paid me for painting the boat!" he said.

    "But this is not for the paint 8. It's for having repaired the hole in the boat."

    "But it was such a(n)9service. Certainly it's not worth 10 me such a high amount for something so unimportant!"

    "My dear friend, you do not 11 . Now let me tell you what 12. When I asked you to paint the boat, I 13 to mention about the hole. When the boat dried, my kids took the boat and 14 a fishing trip. They did not know that there was a 15 in the boat. I was not at home at that time. When I returned and noticed they had taken the boat, I was 16because I remembered that the boat had a hole. Imagine my 17and joy when I saw them returning from fishing.

    "Then, I 18the boat and found that you had repaired the hole! You see, now, what you did? You 19 my children! I do not have enough money to pay your 'small' good deed."

    So, no matter who, when or how, just 20 repair all the ""leak" you find.

Remembering My Father's Vest(背心)

    People get into trouble because they don't know enough to keep cool. As a child, I had a lot of1that had been held back and not released. Worse still, I was not good at2.

    Once as I was getting ready for school, my mother3me my father's vest instead of mine. This was around the time when I was going to be larger in4than my father, so as I put on the vest, I felt like I was being choked(使窒息) in it! I 5 that it was a small oversight(疏忽) on my mother's part, but6the feeling of being choked drowned me and I got very angry.

    I took my anger out on my mother7thinking much. I was so upset when she had handed me the wrong vest, and I8by violently tearing it apart from my chest!

    Later, my mother shared her own9with my father:" See what your son has done."

    Instead of scolding or abusing me, my father10responded by asking my mother to11the vest. He then wore it to work the next day.

    When my mother told me about my father's response much later, when I had 12from my burst, I immediately felt a great sense of13for my violent behavior, just 14that he was spending the entire day wearing a(n)15vest. At the same time, I was filled with great16for my father, whose gentle kindness taught me a life lesson I would treasure forever.

    On that day, I made a17never to let anger get the better of me. I learn to 18others when I think that they behave in an unfair, cruel, or unacceptable way,  19forgiveness is a tool to turn anger off. And whenever I have difficulty20my strong emotion, I try to remember my father's vest.

    Sudha Chandran, a classical dancer from India, had to have her right leg cut after a car accident. She was also 1 on her career road.

    Though the accident brought her bright career to a 2, she didn't give up. In the 3 months that followed, Sudha met a doctor who developed an artificial 4 made from rubber filled with sponge (海绵). So 5 she wanted to go back to 6 after she had been fitted with an artificial leg. Sudha knew that she believed in 7 and could realize her dream, and 8 she began her courageous journey back to the world of dancing — 9 to balance, bend, stretch, walk, turn, twist and twirl.

    After every public recital (个人表演), she 10 ask her dad about her performance. "You 11 have a long way to go" was the answer she used to get 12. In January 1984, Sudha made a historic 13 by giving a public recital in Bombay. She performed in such a great manner that it 14 everyone to tears and this 15 pushed her to the number one position again. That evening when she asked her dad the 16 question, he didn't say anything. He just touched her feet as a praise.

    Sudha's comeback was 17 moving an event that a film producer 18 to make the story into a hit film. When someone asked Sudha how she had 19 to dance again, she said quite simply, "YOU DON'T NEED FEET TO DANCE."20 is impossible in this world. If you have the will to win, you can achieve anything.