There are many kinds of friends. Some are always1you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only2friends leave footprints.

    I shall always recall the autumn and the girl with the3. She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend.

    It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves4in the cool wind. In such a5, I liked walking alone in the leaves,6to the sound of them.

    Autumn is a harvest season and7is uninteresting. The free days always get me8. But one day, the sound of a violin9into my ears like a stream flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was10in playing her violin.

    I had11seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn't know that I had been12there for so long but my existence did not seem to disturb her.

    Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building13I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became14.Though we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good15. I believe she also liked me.

    Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly16.To my surprise, the girl came over to me.

    “You must like violin.” she said.

    “Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.

Suddenly, a17expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual.

    “I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that18me.” she said.

    “In fact, it was your playing19gave me a meaningful autumn,” I answered, “Let's be friends.”

    The girl smiled, and so did I.

    I never heard her play again in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen like before. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine figure(身影) of the girl. She is like a20so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off much light that makes the autumn beautiful.

    I remember believing in Santa when I was a very young girl. However, as I grew older, I learned many 1 that “proved” his nonexistence. Always2by nature, I was determined to use 3to decide whether Santa Claus was 4.

    The first test5when I was 5, I decided that if I6all night on Christmas Eve, I could see if Santa really came down the chimney7 that was a useless8 I fell asleep that year, and when I woke up, I saw a 9 wrapped present under the10

    At the age of 7, I came up with another test to see if Santa was real. That year, I didn't send out my Christmas letter to Santa because I wanted 11for Christmas. But this turned into a plot. By then, I 12knew Santa wasn't real, but I wanted enough13to support this. That year was 14. Because on Christmas Eve, my mother dragged me to our local Wal-Mart led me around the toy section. I 15 to say a word, but did let my eyes16on a ballet set. I17that “Santa” wouldn't know what I wanted because he shouldn't be able to read my 18However, my mother would know everything that caught my eyes in the store. If I got the ballet set the next morning, I would have my evidence. On Christmas morning, there was the ballet set, sitting under the tree again.19I didn't use it much, my mother ended up returning it a few days later. She20 Santa was generous enough to leave a receipt. That was the end to my task to discover the existence of Santa.

Dear Mr. Jones,

    I expect you may be slightly surprised to receive a letter from someone living as near as your next-door neighbor; but I have to raise a1that it will be easier for me to discuss in writing.

    You may have 2 that I have a line of apple trees running alongside the fence that 3our two gardens. You may also have taken pleasure in the frequent sight of your two children sitting on your lawn directly by the fence. And you may 4have noticed that my apple trees, so to speak, 5 the fence and seem to look down at your children with interest.

    It is only natural that your children should sometimes seem to 6that interest. And it is not only natural, but, I acknowledge, quite legal, for them 7 to show that interest by picking all the apples that8 on your side of the fence.

    But to be plain with you, Mr. Jones, I am tired of seeing your children, day after day, tear the 9 off the side of every one of my apple trees, and leave my trees looking as though a10had been fought on one side of them. I am, if anything, even more tired of11 these fine autumn mornings, to find even the apples on 12 side of the fence much less in 13. I know this is the work of your children, 14 last night I was woken at midnight by the noise they were making climbing one of my trees, and (as they may have told you) chased them home.

While I am on the subject, I am at least 15 to you for keeping your bonfires on the far side of your garden this year. Last year neither I nor your children had any apples, because the smoke from your bonfires 16 all the flowers before the apples had time to form. I very much hope that17 —-for the first time since I came to this village—-I shall have my apples, and your children will have theirs and that the sight of the line of apple trees will be a 18 to us both.

    19, I shall not express my displeasure in writing to you, but shall have to refer the matter to those capable of taking stronger 20 .

Yours sincerely,

J. Smith

    My son Joey was born with club feet(天生特厚的畸形脚). The doctors assured us that with treatment he would be able to walk1, but would never run very well. The first three years of his life were2in surgery(手术). By the time he was eight, you wouldn't know he had a 3when you saw him walk.

    The children in our neighborhood ran around as most children do during4, and Joey would jump right in, run and play, too. We5told him that he probably wouldn't be able to 6 as well as the other children. So he didn't know.

    In seventh grade he7to go out for the cross-country team. Every day he 8 with the team. He worked harder and ran9 than any of the others—perhaps he sensed that the10that seemed to come naturally to so many others did not come naturally to him.11the entire team runs, only the top seven runners have the potential to12points for the school. We didn't tell him he probably would never make the team, so he didn't know.

    He13to run four to five miles a day, every day —even the day he had a 103-degree fever. I was14, so I went to look for him after school. I found him 15all alone. I asked him how he felt. “Okay,” he said. He had two more16to go. The sweat ran down his face and his eyes were glassy from his fever.17he looked straight ahead and kept running.

    Two weeks later, the names of the team runners were18. Joey was number six on the list. Joey had made the team. He was in19grade —the other six team members were all eighth-graders. We never told him he shouldn't20to make the team. We never told him he couldn't do it… so he didn't know. He just did it.

    When a homeless man named Marcus wandered into Abigail's Cafe asking for spare change, he didn't get turned away. Looking at the man, the owner Abigail asked, "Why don't you have a1？ You know nothing is given to me for free？"Marcus2that he had "a lot of crimes". Because of his3, no one wanted to hire him, so he had made money the only way he knew how："4or asking for money."

    Although the young owner had hit some hard times for her cafe, Abigail was5of hands that day and then decided to6Marcus the task of washing dishes. "His7opened wide and his smile made my8！"She wrote on Facebook.

    "He said he would do9for some food." For the past two weeks, Marcus has been on time every day for his10of working for two hours when he washes dishes. He uses the money he11to buy his own food at the restaurant, 12to take it for free.

    "A lot of people are saying that I've been a blessing for him13, at that point I was the one who needed a blessing," Abigail told CBS News. Her post has earned a lot of attention with plenty of14on the Internet. Because many people have asked15they can help people like Marcus, she16a Go Fund Me page with a modest goal of $1, 000."The hope, "she said, "is to create more hours and opportunities for him17others in the community."

    Abigail said she shared the story, hoping that people might be moved to help a18, too. "Do something nice for whoever may not be familiar to us and don't19them just because they go out there asking for money, for we don't know their real20, " she said in her post. "They deserve another chance."

    A sound woke Damian Languell at 8:15 in the morning. It was so 1that he assumed it came from inside his house. As he 2to investigate, he heard another sound, this one coming most 3from outside. Looking out of his bedroom window, he 4a tree covered by smoke about 500 yards away. A car was wrapped around the tree's 5, its engine on fire.

    Languell 6buckets of water and ran to the crash site. The car, a 1998 Buick Regal, was split nearly in two, and the 7was where the driver's seat ought to have been, as if 8there. No one should have 9this crash. Yet there was 16-year-old Quintin Thompson, whose 10face pressed against the driver's side window, in 11pain. Languell, 35, tried to put out the fire with his buckets of water with no 12. "When the flames got into the front seats, I 13I had to get him out of there, he told WAGM-TV."

    In an act that a police report described as showing "complete 14of his own safety", Languell climbed into the Buick's After Thompson was 15of the seat belt with his help, Languell pulled him out and then dragged the teen to 16before the entire car was totally in flames

    Although Thompson 17multiple injuries to his legs, arms and face, a social media post described him as "looking great, smiling and 18." Languell thinks about that day often. "My heart 19Thompson. When you are that close to that level of hurt, you feel the 20to help so directly."