Boys and girls, our new library has been {#blank#}1{#/blank#}. Here are some {#blank#}2{#/blank#} we must follow. Speaking loudly is not {#blank#}3{#/blank#} in the library, students have to keep the library {#blank#}4{#/blank#}, for the last rule, smoking is not allowed {#blank#}5{#/blank#} the library.

Lunch Made of Love

    In those poor times, many of my classmates couldn't bring a nice meal to school for lunch. My deskmate's meal was always cabbages, while {#blank#}1{#/blank#} （我的） was ham and fried eggs. Sometimes, my deskmate would first pick the hair out of his lunch and then eat it as if {#blank#}2{#/blank#} （没事） had happened. This continued for a long time.

    "His mother is so lousy（邋遢的）that her hair drops in the meal, "my classmates said. I {#blank#}3{#/blank#} （想）it was really dirty, but I couldn't show that because I didn't want to hurt（伤害）his feelings. Still, I started to think that he was {#blank#}4{#/blank#} （肮脏）, too.

    One day after school, he called me and said, "Would you like to come to my house if you are {#blank#}5{#/blank#} （有空）?"

    Though I didn't want to go, I knew it would be impolite to refuse because this was his first invitation. Following my friend, we {#blank#}6{#/blank#} （到达）at a poor village.

    "Mom, I brought my friend home. "

    His old mother opened the {#blank#}7{#/blank#}（门）, "My son's friend is here. Let me have a look. "But to my {#blank#}8{#/blank#}（惊讶）, his mother was blind. She couldn't see anything.

    I felt sad. Now I understood why my deskmate's lunch had hair in it. His mother got ready for it {#blank#}9{#/blank#}（仔细）for him every day, even though she was blind. It was not only a lunch, but also a {#blank#}10{#/blank#} （母亲）love.

    I'm a teacher. My students can always make me feel happy. It was near Christmas during my {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (one) term teaching at a new school. Other teachers had told me that our children were from poor families and not to expect any child {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (bring) a Christmas gift. In fact, I loved the children {#blank#}3{#/blank#} enjoyed teaching, so I wasn't expecting any gifts.

    Imagine my surprise when every child brought me a gift on the day before our holiday break. First, I {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (get) a toy monkey from a shy girl. I was told, "He is my favourite, but I love you and I want him to be with you, Miss Taylor." {#blank#}5{#/blank#} happy I was!

    Next came a Dew set of Christmas tree lights that was "missing" from a mother's cupboard.

    Finally, I came to one little boy's gift which I had never received. It was {#blank#}6{#/blank#} old，dirty and broken Christmas storybook. Just when I wanted to express my happiness, I {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (stop) by the giver, "And see, it is new! It still has the price tag."

    When other children laughed at him, I stopped {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (they) and said, "Oh, books are good in that way. The story is always new if you have not read it before. Now, let's share one together. "Everyone listened {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (quiet) because I read the most wonderful Christmas Story of my life.

    I have kept those Christmas gifts since then. They always remind me {#blank#}10{#/blank#} my lovely kids.