Gordon stands in the hallway(走廊). No one is there. {#blank#}1{#/blank#} It's 8: 10 a. m. He is late for class. He has to go to the music room, but he doesn't know where it is.

    He knows the music room isn't on the first floor. His classroom is on the first floor. {#blank#}2{#/blank#} He knows he has to walk quickly. The teacher will be worried(担心的).

    Gordon goes to the second floor and he turns(转弯) to the right. He goes down the hallway. On the left, he sees a door. "It may be the music room," he thinks. {#blank#}3{#/blank#} A young teacher is in it. Gordon asks the teacher, "Sorry, I'm new here. Do you know where the music room is?"

    "Sure," the teacher says. "It's on the third floor. Go upstairs and turn left. {#blank#}4{#/blank#} That is the music room. "

    Gordon thanks her and goes upstairs. {#blank#}5{#/blank#} "There you are!" Mr. Lewis says. "Your music teacher Mrs. Green asks me to find you." Gordon says, "I find you first!"

    In my life, the person who has influenced me most is my father. He is a role model for me. Now I'll tell you something about him. My father is in his{#blank#}1{#/blank#}(fifty). He never smokes or drinks. He{#blank#}2{#/blank#}(work) in a local factory for years. You will not find anything{#blank#}3{#/blank#}(usual) about him until you learn more. He works{#blank#}4{#/blank#}(care) all the time, so he{#blank#}5{#/blank#}(respect) by his colleagues. My father has always been kind and helpful. He has fun{#blank#}6{#/blank#}(talk) with old people. He gave our TV to a family who could not afford one. He cares for the children who have lost their parents. Whenever he has some money left, he {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(give) it to someone in need.

    My father has donated blood many times since we{#blank#}8{#/blank#}(move) here. The blood he has donated is much enough{#blank#}9{#/blank#}(save) over 70 lives. He has donated blood cells to people with blood cancer. To my surprise, he has decided to donate his body for medical research after his{#blank#}10{#/blank#}(die).

    When I was a little girl, I could not understand why my father always seemed to be{#blank#}11{#/blank#}(kind) to others than to his own families and why he thinks of others more than{#blank#}12{#/blank#}(he). Now I realise that he owns a heart full of love.

Bringing a giraffe into the world is a tall order. A baby giraffe is born 10 feet high and usually lands on its back. Within seconds it rolls over its legs under its body. Then the mother giraffe rudely introduces its children to the reality(现实)of life. 

In his book, A View from the Zoo, Gary Richmond describes how a new-born giraffe learns its first lesson. 

The mother giraffe lowers her head long enough to take a quick look. Then she puts herself directly over her child. She waits for about a minute, and then she does the most unreasonable thing. She throws her long leg and kicks her baby, so that it's sent sprawling(四脚朝天). 

When it doesn't get up, the process is repeated again and again. The struggle to rise is important. As the baby giraffe grows tired, the mother kicks it again. Finally, it stands for the first time on its shaky legs. Then the mother giraffe kicks it off its feet again. Why? She wants it to remember how it gets up. In the wild, a baby giraffe must be able to get up as quickly as possible to stay with its group, where there's safety. 

Another writer named Irving Stone understood this. He spent a lifetime studying greatness, writing stories about such men as Michelangelo, Vincent van Gogh, Sigmund Freud, and Charles Darwin. 

Stone was once asked if he had found something that runs through the lives of all these great people. He said, "I write about people who sometime in their life have a dream of something. They're beaten over the head, knocked down and for years they get nowhere. But every time they stand up again. And at the end of their lives, they've realized some small parts of what they set out to do. "

When I was a high school student, I wanted to go on a school trip. My parents said it was too expensive for them to pay for, so I decided to make money {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(我自己). I got a part­time job in a bookstore. There were many people buying books there. I was {#blank#}2{#/blank#}(忙碌的) all the time, and I got very tired, but I didn't g{#blank#}3{#/blank#} up. I worked every F{#blank#}4{#/blank#} and Saturday night for a whole year. At the end of the year, I had enough money. I had a good t{#blank#}5{#/blank#} on the school trip, and my hard work at the bookstore made it possible. For me, it was a big achievement.

Long long ago, a man went to his neighbor's house and tried to steal something. On entering the gate, he saw there 1 a big bell. The bell was beautiful in design and shape, so the thief 2 to carry the bell back home. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not move it, because the bell was both big and 3 . He thought for a while and believed there was only one way to solve the problem. He had to break the bell to pieces before he was able to carry them back to his home 4

The thief found a big iron hammer, with which he struck(敲击) the bell with all his strength. The striking5 a big crashing sound, which made the thief terribly frightened. He got flurried(慌乱的）and hugged the bell, trying to muffle(裹住) the crashing sound with his6 . But how could the sound the muffled? He subconsciously (下意识地) shrank back and covered his ears hard with his hands.

The sound became weaker, so the thief became7 at once. The sound of the bell couldn't be heard when the ears were covered. He immediately had his ears plugged(堵住) with some cotton. He thought that in this way 8 could hear the sound of the bell. Feeling relieved, he began striking the bell, one blow after another. The sound of the bell was heard in the 9 , and finally people caught the thief.

Later, people used the interesting phrase "plugging one's ears while stealing a bell" to10 the ignorance and foolishness of the person who deceives(欺骗) himself as well as others.

BIRO was the{#blank#}1{#/blank#}（invent）of the ballpoint pen. He was born in Budapest，Hungary. In the 1930s，when he worked{#blank#}2{#/blank#} a newspaper editor，he used a fountain pen almost every day. {#blank#}3{#/blank#}，he had to refill it all the time. The ink also did not dry{#blank#}4{#/blank#}（easy），and it sometimes{#blank#}5{#/blank#}（make）a mess on the paper. BIRO wanted a better pen. His brother，George，decided{#blank#}6{#/blank#}（help）him develop a special ink. The ink dried soon. Then both of{#blank#}7{#/blank#}（they） developed a new type of pen together. There was{#blank#}8{#/blank#} tiny ball at the tip of the pen. The ball rolled ink onto paper as it moved. They called the{#blank#}9{#/blank#}（success）invention "ballpoint pen". Everyone enjoyed{#blank#}10{#/blank#}（use）it.