Several months ago, a couple with a little girl moved in next door to me. The girl seemed too quiet to make any noise, while the parents were always 1her loudly. Whenever we met my new neighbors, I always spoke, but the only 2 I ever got was a hello from the 4-year-old girl.

    I usually go out for breakfast and one day when I returned, they were just coming from their home and the little girl was holding the door open for others. I stayed in the car doing unnecessary things as I wasn't in a 3. The parents were telling her to get into the car immediately. I looked up and saw the little girl was still holding the door open, waiting for me.

As a disabled man, I can't hurry at 4, but I hurried as much as I could and thanked her. She was smiling like a lovely angel. I was so 5 by her small act of kindness. That afternoon I was shopping and I saw a white bear. I thought of the girl and said to myself. "I believe she would like that" so I bought it.

    The next day there was a knock on the door and it was the little girl and her parents. She was so 6of her bear and thanked me as if I had never been thanked before. The mother and father both thanked me. 

    Now when we meet, we all speak, and in a friendly manner I might add. As time passes, I don't hear that shouting as often.7, hardly at all.

    Last night we had about four inches of snow. I looked out at my car and wondered 8 I was going to keep my doctor's appointment(约会). When I opened the outside door, there was my car with all the snow cleaned. I can't express how I felt at that moment. The man next door was the only person I knew in the whole building,9when I saw him the next day, I asked him if he was the good man that cleaned my snow. He said No. He wanted to but his wife said she wanted to do it.

    Isn't it amazing that a 4-year-old girl can change so many things for the better? It is said that good things usually come from 10.

    When I was ten, I was crazy about candy. Whenever in our small-town 1 with my mom, I would run my fingers through my favourite candy on the shelf.

    Once I noticed a man pushing buttons on the ATM machine. He seemed to be hurriedly waiting for his cash to appear. He quickly got a pile of bills and headed out. Curiously I walked over and saw a beautiful $100 bill at the bottom of the machine.2I wanted to believe my magic made the cash appear. I knew the man must have left it behind.

    I held the money in my hand, looking at the number "100" and feeling 3 than I ever had. I thought about putting the money into my pocket. No one would know, but it didn't feel4.So I told my mom what had happened. "We will look for him." she said. We rushed out and found him stepping into his car! We went over and asked if he had left money at the cash machine.

    "Let me 5" he said, pulling out his wallet and bill. "One hundred, two hundred, three...Oh!You're right," he said with surprise. "I'm 6a $100 bill."

    "Here you go," I said, smiling with pride, as if I was a detective who solved a mystery. "Thank you so much," he said. Before saying goodbye, he asked me for my name and address.

    On my way home, my7 was racing. 100 dollars. What could I have done with it? I bet I could have bought a puppy or every single candy bar or something else in town! But now 8 of that would happen. Yet I knew I had done the right thing.

    A few weeks later, I got a box with a note. I opened it to find packages of candy.

    "Dear Felice ， thank you very much for returning my $100. Your are a great girl, and I appreciate(欣赏)your 9action. I hope you enjoy this candy. Best wishes, Tom." The candy tasted sweet. Although my act wouldn't always be 10 with candy, it would make a difference to someone. And that was the sweetest part of all.

    We had a sports meeting last Saturday. It was a big 1 in our school.

    Wu Ying, who is usually the best runner in our class, 2 fell and hurt her leg me day before the sports meeting. It was ten o'clock in the morning. It was 3 for the girls' 800-metre race with two laps (圈). My classmates asked me to run the race. But I'm not a good runner. 4 should I do?

    "Just try!" my teacher said. " 5 in yourself!" my classmates said.

    "OK."

    On the first lap, the girl from Class 2 was in the front. She ran much faster than I did. 6 I did my best to catch up with her in the race.

    "Come on!" When I passed the seats of my classmates. I could 7 them shouting. "Run! Run!"

    I was just running and running. I must catch up with her. At that time l was not far behind her. At the end of the 8 lap, we were neck and neck.

    "Come on! Come on!" I could still hear my classmates shouting.

    "Come on! Come on!" I said to myself too.

    There, the finishing line was right before us. We 9 it at the same time. Both she and I took the third place.

    "Hooray!" the students called out to me. "Well done!"

    But I was too 10 to go any farther and fell to the ground.

    Once upon a time, there was a man. He could sculpt jade (雕刻玉）very well. Sometimes the jade was not good, but he could make a 1 piece of art out of it. So he became very 2.

    A young man also wanted to sculpt jade well. He went to learn how to sculpt jade from the great sculptor. He had learnt from him for many years and got many 3. However, no matter how hard he tried，he couldn't sculpt as 4 as the great sculptor. So he didn't think the great sculptor5 him everything.

    One day, a man gave the young man a piece of jade and asked him to sculpt it into a lobster (龙虾). After 6 for a while, the young man cut a part of the jade by mistake (错误地）.He was afraid and asked the great sculptor for 7. The great sculptor worked on the part and made a little fish there. Then the young man 8 with his work. When he finished, it 9 the best work he had made. And he learnt the last lesson from the great sculptor — never be afraid after making a 10 but try to find a way to correct it. The young man became famous too.

    The Black family like to do things together. Each Saturday they1each other with the work.

    Today Peter and Jean cleaned their2. They made the bed, swept the floor, cleaned the windows and took out the3. Then Jean put some beautiful flowers on the table. Dad went to the store to4food for next week. He knew about everyone's5food in the family. He was6he would make everyone glad. Mom washed the clothes of all the family. That made her tired,7happy. Then Jean helped Mom water the flowers in the8.  Peter helped Dad fix his bike. Soon they finished9the work.

    "Now we can have some fun," said Dad. "What will we do or10will we go?"

    Everyone had an idea. They decided to ride bikes to the seaside. It is wonderful that the family like to work and play together.

    When I was eight years old, Mother told me to put my coat on because we were going to go someplace 1. Usually, that meant we were going to see someone important or 2. I would at least get a new toy. I asked which one it would be that day, and she told me that I would be getting something better than a toy. She said I would get "access(通道)to a world of toys."

    I had no idea why she was being so 3that day.  4, I had no real idea what she meant.

    "Access to a world of toys?" Did that mean we were buying a toy store?

    But we did not 5 at any toy store. Nor did we finally see anyone we knew.6, Mother pulled her car into a parking lot in front of a building that looked like 7 out of the past.  It didn't have a modern look at all. And as we 8 the car, I still had no idea what this place was.

    We took stone steps up to the entrance. Only then did I find out what this place was, because there was a sign that 9"Marcy Public Library". We pushed the door open, and Mother led me to the front desk. "I'd like to get my daughter a library card", she told the man 10the desk. He asked her to fill out a form and smiled at me. "What kind of books do you like?" he asked. I was too shy to 11 them. I simply smiled back and shrugged my shoulders. "Well, you'll find it out in time," he said.

    I do not remember 12 I checked out that first day, but  I know  that  in  the years  that followed I read everything  I could  find 13 at that old library. I read through all the Nancy   Drew books before working on Judy Blume, then the 14: Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, Shakespeare. Then I read books on history, books of poetry, and books about art. The library opened up a world that I 15 knew existed (存在).

    So Mother was right. Getting a library card was like getting access to a world of toys.