I live in a big city with a lot of homeless(无家可归的) people. Luckily there're small ways of helping them and you needn't have a lot of  1.  

    One way to help is to buy their monthly magazine. 2 doing this one day, I got to 3 a young homeless man, He was often  4 the magazine at the train station.

    He was a poor farmer from another country. After a while, I found that his 5 was close to mine. It  6 that we were born in the same month.

    I met him last year 7 after his birthday, and after congratulating him, without 8, I asked if he had had a good day. He 9 and said he hadn't really celebrated. I felt so 10.

    I just couldn't think of this nice, young man being 11 on his 25th birthday with no presents, no cake, nothing! So I went home and looked in my yarn（纱线） basket. 12 for me, I had enough yarn 13. I set to work and knitted（编织） a 14 for the young man. The yarn had become a little dirty  15 I didn't knit very often. Then I washed the yarn so the scarf would be 16 when he got it.

    I met him on my own birthday as I was going shopping. I had 17 to meet him so I had 18 the scarf and a piece of my own birthday 19 around with me. He was very happy with these gifts and so was I. The 20 in his eyes was the best present he could have given me!

    I was a single parent of four small children, working at a low-paid job. Money was always tight, but we had a 1 over our heads, food on the table, clothes on our backs, and if not a lot, always2. Not knowing we were poor, my kids(孩子们) just thought I was 3. I've always been glad about that.

    It was Christmas time, and although there wasn't 4 for a lot of gifts, we planned to celebrate with a family party. But the big 5 for the kids was the fun of Christmas 6.

    They planned weeks ahead of time, asking 7 what they wanted for Christmas. Fortunately, I had saved $120 for 8 to share by all five of us.

    The big 9 arrived. I gave each kid a twenty-dollar bill and 10 them to look for gifts of about four dollars each. Then everyone scattered(散开). We had two hours to shop; then we would 11at the “Santa's Workshop”.

    Driving home, everyone was in high Christmas spirits, 12 my younger daughter, Ginger, who was unusually 13. She had only one small, flat bag with a few candies— fifty-cent candies! I was so angry, but I didn't say anything 14 we got home. I called her into my bedroom and closed the door,15 to be angry again. This is what she told me：

    “I was looking 16 thinking of what to buy, and I 17to read the little cards on the 'Giving Trees'.One was for a little girl, four years old, and all she 18 for Christmas was a doll(玩具娃娃). So I took the card off the tree and 19 the doll for her. We have so much and she doesn't have anything.”

    I never felt so 20 as I did that day.

    One autumn morning, I spotted a pair of wild geese on our pond. The beautiful sight caught me by 1 because I'd never seen geese there before. Thinking they would soon leave, I 2 the chance to get close to them. I wondered where they came from and why they had chosen our pond.

    The next morning, the geese were still my 3 I walked round to the mailbox, showing them I meant no harm4I couldn't resist getting a 5 look. I hid behind some trees and 6 the handsome pair quietly through the branches. I was surprised to see they were staring at me, too!

    As days passed, I started 7 to them on my trips to the mailbox. They craned （伸长） their necks and raised their heads 8 but seemed to realize I was their friend. By then, my curiosity about 9 they were staying so long at the pond changed to10. As they were feeding in the grass the other day, I discovered the reason for their 11the male had a broken left wing. He couldn't 12 and his faithful mate wouldn't leave him behind. I asked a biologist what to do. He explained that sometimes a13 wing will heal by itself and suggested letting nature take its course.

    On the first day of November, I was working in the neighborhood of the geese with my tractor. As I bent to fasten a chain from the tractor, I 14some movement from the corner of my eye. Both geese were running towards the pond. Their wings were 15 like crazy, struggling for take off. Gradually, they flew over the pond. They16 enough altitude to fly past a neighbor's house, and then circled back towards me, flying no more than 50 feet over my head as if to say goodbye. Then they were out of my17.

    The season's first snowflakes fell the very next day. The birds must have 18 that winter was coming, and it was time to go. I became fond of them during their 19 visit to our pond, and now I miss them. I'll never forget their 20 to each other.

    Our school club “Poets of the Next Generation” is a literary club that was started by our English teacher Mr. Owen. We 1 on the last Friday of every month to 2 about poem and poets that we like. In the club meetings, we 3 select poems that we love, and then read 4 aloud. We also discuss poems in our meetings.

    5 I attended the first meeting, I 6 to write a poem and I had to read it to the club. I was a little 7 at first, but everyone was so nice and friendly that I soon stopped worrying. I once read a 8 about nature in the school courtyard. I chose an old tree and gathered everyone under it before I 9.The club 10 said it was one of the best compositions they had heard.

    If we redouble our efforts, our dreams will come true. Chen Zuobin had 1 for 13 years already. Finally, he decided to become a 2 again. Born in a mountain village in Anhui province, Chen Zuobin walked out of the 3 for study when he was 19. Thought he had a 4 life as a creative director of an international agency in Shanghai, he couldn't 5 the anxiety reflected in his dreams.

    “I dreamed about 6 branch roads several times a year. I didn't know which one leads to 7 . It made me feel terrible.” One day, Chen Zuobin said to his wife, “I want to go home.” 8 being surprised, his wife said, “9 your heart. Don't worry about me.”

    The young couple returned to their hometown and 10 the Real Food Farm just to lead a real and simple life. Chen Zuobin shook off the 11 and tiredness from too much 12 in the city. Only in the mountains can they enjoy the 13 air. There isn't the smell of tail gas, but the smell of 14 when it shines over the woods. They live a life of “eating healthily and 15 well.

    In a time when eating 16 becomes a luxury（奢侈）in the 17 life, it's truly a right way to return to the 18 . “Life is a journey of 19 the proper way.” Said Chen Zuobin.

    Those dreams about branch roads have 20 because he has found his own path.

AI-generated content has recently won big in the literary world. Japanese author Rie Kudan won one of Japan's most famous literary awards, the Akutagawa Prize, with the help of ChatGPT in The Tokyo Tower of Sympathy. 

The book is set in future Japan, where AI has become an important part of people's lives. The story centers around an architect who creates a comfortable prison but struggles with a society that she sees as being overly sympathetic to criminals. 

Kudan admitted at a news conference that "around 5 percent of the book's text was taken directly from generative AI," reported kyodo News. She added that there is a scene in the book where an AI chatbot answers the main character's questions and she used AI-generated text in the responses given by AI in the story. The word-for-word content generated by AI was applauded by committee members as "practically flawless", said CNN. 

This is not the first time that Al-related works have won prizes. In October 2023, The Land of Machine Memorieswas awarded second prize at China's fifth youth popular science and science fiction competition. The fiction was fully created by AI with the prompts (提示) given by Shen Yang, a professor at Tsinghua University. Surprisingly, just one judge among the six of the competition realized that what they were reading was the product of a machine. 

So will literature in the future be all about AI? Debates are still ongoing on the matter. Japanese literary critic Akira Okawada told Tyodo News that "it is difficult for AI to create work that addresses ethical themes in depth". However, Chinese writer Luo Ping holds the positive view. "Improvements in technology will not cause human laziness in creating, but rather will only make them involved in more heated competition. With the help of technology, the starting point of human thinking will only grow higher," Luo told Hongxing News. 

"I think this is only the beginning for AI in creating literature," Fu Changyi, a member of Jiangsu Popular Science Writers Association, told online news Guancha. "We will wait and see how the future goes," he added.