When I was in Germany, one day at Christmas-time I went to a post office to send a letter. To my 1, I found people queuing some paces away from the 2 at the savings deposit (存款) window.

    Why so? Each did his business in turn but the line never 3 a step nearer .I was very curious, so I walked to the window to 4 the cause. There was a 5on which was written “ Thank you for your respect for other's privacy”—a polite 6 to keep people away from nosing into other's affairs (money matters are regarded as privacy in Western countries). I was deeply 7 by the sight and stayed a while to watch: they were 8 so calmly at a distance that they seemed quite 9 to the practice. The 10 thing happened at a public telephone box. Those waiting for their 11 always kept their distance—enough to be out of 12. It's another typical example! From then on I 13 to watch their ways of doing things, manners, treatment shown towards 14. I found the Germans always mindful of other's privacy（隐私）. They 15 not to put others in an embarrassing (窘迫) situation. For instance, they never 16 about age, incomes or the place to buy such a coat, nor would they talk about the others or 17 others wore on their necks. Their laws 18 reading diaries or opening letters without 19. It's obvious that it shows 20 matters are not allowed to be disturbed.

    In the town of Swedesboro, New Jersey, 5th grade students are determined to make 2,000 paper cranes（纸鹤）by the end of the school year. Their 1 is to put smiles on kids' faces.

    The idea of 2 the paper cranes started when their 3, Tara Milward, read them the story Sadako and the One Thousand Paper Cranes in class. Sadako was 4 with leukemia（白血病）at a very young age. She 5 folding the paper cranes along with her family and friends, 6 this was a symbol of hope for Sadako to get 7 one day.

    The students of Harker School wanted to 8 Sadako's story. They began buying paper, 9 paper cranes, and decided to make 2,000! They want to send the 10 1,000 cranes to Hiroshima, Japan where Sadako lived. The next 1,000 cranes are11 to a local hospital. Wherever a paper crane is made, the students are12 that something so simple can help someone 13 hope.

    They are so devoted to the 14 that they work on it in every minute of their 15 time to help them towards their big goal of 2,000 paper cranes. To achieve their 16 goal, all of the students are coming together and working very 17. They are eager to spread the hope to their friends and families, also a 18 of this extraordinary project.

    The students are 19 by Sadako's story and are making their impossible dream come true. They hope to make a 20 around the globe to show that everyone can make the world a better place.

    Anna is a nurse at the National Institutes of Health Center (NIHC). She didn't want the young 1 there, who couldn't go outside, to miss out on the winter 2when it was snowing outside last winter.

    The kids could see the snow 3. But they couldn't 4 it. Many of the kids had a type of immunodeficiency (免疫缺陷) and were waiting to have bone-marrow transplants (骨髓移植). The immunodeficiency put them at risk of infection, 5 while they were having transplants, they were even weaker, so they were6 to go out or be around many people.

    Also, there were kids from all over the world at the center and some of them had 7seen snow in their lifetime. Anna didn't want them to 8 the fun, so she had a(n) 9. Since the patients couldn't go out into the snow, Anna filled up a basin with 10 on her own and 11 it right to them. She made several trips 12 so all the kids would have fresh snow to 13.

    The children made snowballs, 14 the snow with colored pens and made snowmen. One child even 15 Anna with a snowball. They had a very 16snow day.

    After the children's parents knew what she had done for the kids, they 17her. Because of her, the children experienced the 18 brought by snow. One parent said, “My daughter has been at NIHC for almost eight weeks and has hardly been able to 19 her room, so it was so much fun for her to be able to play with the snow.”

    Anna was glad that she could do something to make the children 20.

Rediscovery

    I used to be a happy child with a loving family and many friends. I had a1 that could brighten a cold winter day and I had a special love for life.

    At twelve, my life had a huge breakdown. It was then that I2OCD (强迫症). I started to wash my hands ten times an hour, and I constantly3my kitchen oven to make sure that it was off. This way of life continued for four painful years, and by then, my OCD had led to depression (抑郁). I was no longer the4little girl I had been.

    In the tenth grade I finally5to my mother that I was suffering from depression along with my OCD. My mom took me to a doctor and I started taking6. Over a few months, the medicine did help the OCD, but I still was struggling with depression.

    One autumn evening, I hit rock bottom. I thought suicide (自杀) was the only7to my depression problem, so I decided to write a suicide note. As I was8it, my eyes fell on a photo. It was a9of an adorable little girl, wearing her red soccer uniform and holding a bike helmet. She had a bright smile that showed she was full of life.

    It took me a few minutes to10who the girl in the photo was. The photo had been taken when I was seven years old. I almost couldn't believe that smiling child was me. I felt a chill go down my spine (脊柱). It was like my younger self had sent me a11. Right then and there I knew I couldn't kill myself. Once I had been a strong little girl, and I had to become12like that again.

    I tore up my suicide note and13that I would not rely only on my medicine. I would have to fight the depression with my mind, too. I could make myself happy again.

    It has been two years since I14myself. The real reason I am healed is that I took action and refused to let depression15my life. I learned a lifelong16: Never give up. Everyone has challenges in life, but everyone can17. I am living proof of that.

    Now I am prepared for whatever18life may bring. I have a role model to19up to for strength, and who is guiding me20life. My hero is a seven-year-old girl, smiling back at me from a photo on my desk.

    In the depths of my memory, many things I did with my father still live. These things come to represent, in fact, what I call 1 and love.

    I don't remember my father ever getting into a swimming pool. But he did 2 the water. Any kind of 3 ride seemed to give him pleasure. 4 he loved to fish; sometimes he took me along.

    But I never really liked being on the water the way my father did. I liked being  5 the water, moving through it, 6 it all around me. I was not a strong 7, or one who learned to swim early, for I had my 8 . But I loved being in the swimming pool close to my father's office and 9 those summer days with my father, who 10 come by on a break. I needed him to see what I could do. My father would stand there in his suit, the 11 person not in swimsuit.

    After swimming, I would go 12 his office and sit on the wooden chair in front of his big desk, where he let me 13 anything I found in his top desk drawer. Sometimes, if I was left alone at his desk 14 he worked in the lab, an assistant or a student might come in and tell me perhaps I shouldn't be playing with his 15. But my father always 16 and said easily, "Oh, no, it's 17." Sometimes he handed me coins and told me to get 18 an ice cream…

    A poet once said, "We look at life once, in childhood; the rest is 19." And I think it is not only what we "look at once, in childhood" that determines our memories, but 20, in that childhood, look at us.