A strong wind was blowing hard, thunder was rumbling（雷声隆隆地响）, and lightning flashed across the dark sky. Rain was 1 down; it looked as if heaven had been broken open.

    Gleams（闪光）of light appeared from windows of faraway houses, 2 like jewels in all the dark.

    A 3 woman dressed in rags and trembling with cold was 4 on a lonely road, while the merciless rain was 5 her without pause.

    She knocked at a door, and a 6 answered it. She begged him to let her stay a while 7. The boy then let her into the sitting room and 8 her sitting by the fire.

    The woman 9 old and tired under the bright electric light, 10she was only in her early thirties. She sat 11 for a moment, and then her eyes began to look about the 12. When her wandering eyes rested on the picture of a young man, she 13 up, looking thunderstruck（大吃一惊）.

    Just then, the boy came with his14. The man at once recognized the woman as his 15. They had 16 touch with each other during the war, and he thought he had lost her forever. 17words needed to be spoken. They ran into each other's arms 18the boy stared at them, puzzled.

    The storm was over and the sky cleared. Feeling very 19, the couple stood face to face with their child between them, watching the rain as it gradually 20.

    The house next door had been empty for so long that we had quite forgotten what it was to have neighbours. One day,1, a great furniture lorry drew up near our front gate and in a short time, all kinds of furniture were 2on the pavement. A small car arrived, out of which came seven people: a man, a woman and five children of3ages. The children hurried out and began laughing4as the whole family moved into the house. Windows were5open; furniture was put into6; and little faces looked curiously at us over the fence and disappeared. It was our first7to the Robinsons.

    Though we became good 8with our new neighbours, we often had causes to be made angry by them. Our garden became an unsafe place: little boys9as cowboys or Indians would jump up from behind bushes,10 wooden guns at us and 11us to put our hands up. Sometimes our lives were12; at others, we were killed with a 13"Bang! Bang!"Even more dangerous were the arrows（箭）that occasionally came sailing 14the garden fence. But we did not15go in fear of our lives. The Robinsons were friendly and helpful and when we left for the holidays, we knew we had nothing to fear16our neighbours were around. We understood what it was like to have17in the long, friendless, winter evenings18Mr.Robinson would19in for a cup of tea and chat; or when Mr Robinson would20over the fence and talk endlessly with Father about gardening problems.

    It was my first night in my college dorm room. A couple of months ago, I was prepared for finals, 1, and the day I would keep my promise 2 out as soon as I had the chance. I 3used threat when I was angry or couldn't get my way. 4my parents just grinned.

    Now I 5 watching TV programs with my parents. I missed the time my parents spent with me. I missed the home videos I 6with my brother and sister. Now, those moments are only memories.

    Sitting at my desk with my laptop open, I7an e-mail to a radio station my mom listens to every morning before work. I 8a special song called Don't Forget to Remember.

    The next morning, my mom got out of bed and 9the radio as usual. She was amazed by the speakers10. You know how 11I was weeks ago because I sent my little girl to school for the first time? A college student 12 us and said that she misses her parents and13they have done for her. She also chose a special song in14of them. So we want to thank Cindy for that e-mail, 15it really eased my worry about my little girl growing up and 16about things parents do for them.

    The song began to play while my mom ran over to my dad and 17him up. "Honey! Did you hear that? Was that our Cindy? Our daughter who couldn't wait to 18home?" My dad, just barely opening his eyes, replied with, "If it is, that is very 19of her.”

    I got a call from my mom that night. I was so excited to tell her that I20my first day of college and we talked for about an hour. Just when we were about to say our goodbyes, I added one last plea: "Mom, don't forget to remember me.”

    I stood in the front of the classroom like a specimen(标本) under examinations  of 23 pairs of eyes. I began stuttering(结巴)and gave wrong answers to some questions.

    In the summer of 2016, I worked as an assistant teacher at a children's day camp. Lacking in experience, I 1 to create weekly lesson plans. Kids shouted at each other in class. Sometimes, I had to pull apart kids who were 2 each other. The rare moments of3 came only after my booming calls for attention. Every day was a 4 between me and these wild little creatures.

    One day I suddenly 5 that I was supposed to teach them instead of being led by the nose. It was time to do something to change the 6. I was older, more knowledgeable, and most 7, I had more authority. The next day, I firmly8into the classroom and stood in the front9.The students studied me curiously. But I did not stutter this time. It10 me that the class went smoothly without being 11 for the first time. From that day on, they gradually started to pay attention. Some 12started calling me "Ms. Amy". Seeing a sign of respect in their wild eyes was like getting 13 for my achievements. I was finally acting as an authority figure. The 14 I received also increased my self-confidence. It made me believe that I had the15 to overcome difficulties.

    One month after my summer job 16, I went back to visit the students. I saw the 17 kids running around in the classroom. 18, their playful shouts were a different kind of music to my 19now. Instead of the unpleasant sound I heard the first day, this was a20 song that played during my march to self—confidence.

My cousin and I took a trip by rail across Canada from west to east. Before starting out, we spent a couple of days in Vancouver, admiring the {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (sight). Then we arose early to take the train to Lake Louise, passing through the Canadian Rockies. {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (see) from the train window, the mountains and forests looked {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (mass). We spent the night near the lake, where the blue water literally took our breath away, {#blank#}4{#/blank#} headed to Jasper the next morning. The beautiful scenery convinced us it was the most awesome journey we {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (take). From Jasper, we boarded the train bound {#blank#}6{#/blank#} Toronto. One of our first stops was in Edmonton, which {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (be) home to many shopping malls. We never anticipated seeing such an open country until the train headed across the Great Prairie. {#blank#}8{#/blank#} amazed us most were a bunch of farms covering two wheat-growing provinces. The train thundered on, through the {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (roll) hills in Ontario. It was {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (true) enjoyable to watch the red maple leaves outside the window. After four days, we reached Toronto.

A grocery store in Ann Arbor, Michigan opened on Tuesday to the public. This is an artist's uneatable creation. The Plastic Bag Store presents shelves filled with items such as meat, eggs, cakes and so on, all of which are made from single-use plastics taken from streets and garbage.

The store at times during the day will be transformed into a stage for a series of short films in which puppetry(木偶戏表演), shadow play, and handmade sets are used to tell a story of how the overabundance of plastic waste we leave behind might be misinterpreted by future generations—and how what we value least may become our most lasting "cultural legacy (遗产)".

Theater and film director Robin Frohardt is the creative driving force behind the Plastic Bag Store. "I got the idea many years ago after watching someone bag and double-bag and triple-bag my groceries," Frohardt said on Tuesday. "I just was sort of struck by how much packaging was involved in our everyday lives. And it just seemed so unreasonable. I just thought, maybe I could set up a project to change it." Combining a real-life supermarket with film experience, Frohardt planned to use art and humor to question our culture of consumption and convenience and to show one of the greatest problems of our planet.

Plastic bags are created by fossil (化石) fuels and often end up as waste in landfills and the ocean. Americans throw away 100 billion plastic grocery bags per year. She hopes that she can continue to tour with the project and bring it to different communities. "My dream would be that this project will become unnecessary one day," said Frohardt.

 "Frohardt's work reminds us, with humor, to think not just about the next two weeks, but also about the next two decades and the next two centuries. What will remain hundreds of years later? We hope that our legacy will be plays rather than piles of plastics," said Tim Tompkins, President of Times Square Alliance.