My father often works very hard. And he has1to see a movies. Here I'll tell you2about him.

    One afternoon, when he finished his work and3go home, he found a film ticket under the4on his desk. He thought he5to have not much work to do that day and6was quite wonderful to pass the7at the cinema. So he came back home and8finished his supper. Then he said9to us and left.But to our10, he came back about half an hour later, I11him what was the matter. He smiled and told us about12funny thing that had happened at the cinema.When my father was sitting in his seat, a 13came to my father's and said that the seat was14. My father was surprised. He took out the ticket15looked at it carefully. It was Row17,16. And then he looked at the seat. It was the same. So he asked her17her ticket. She took out the ticket at once and the seat shown in it was Row 17, Seat 3. 

    18? What's the matter with all this? While they were wondering(想知道), suddenly the woman said, “The19of the tickets are different.” So they looked at the ticket more carefully. After a while, my father said, “Oh,20, I made a mistake. My ticket is for the film a month ago. Take this seat, please.” With these words, he left the cinema.

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

    Last year, I was assigned to work at an office near my mother's house.1, I stayed with her for a month. During that time, I helped her out with the housework and contributed to the2.

    After a week, I started3the groceries were running out pretty quickly.4, I began observing my mother's daily routine for two weeks. To my5, I found she would pack a paper bag full of canned goods and6every morning at about nine. She took the food to the slums(贫民窟)and distributed it to street7.

    I asked around and8my mum was popular in the area. The kids looked up to her as if she were their own mother. Then it hit me－why didn't she want to tell me about what she'd been doing? Was she9that I would stop buying the groceries if I knew the truth?

    When she got home, I told her about my discovery and10she could react, I gave her a big hug and told her she didn't need to keep it a11from me. She told me that12of the children lived with an old lady in a makeshift home while others13on the streets. For years, my mum had been helping out by14whatever food she could15.I was so moved by how16she was. She used what was17for her to help others in need. And I was so18of her.

    I19to buy groceries for my mum. But now, I always add a(n)20bag for her other children.

    Last month, Alex posted his painting of a fox on Reddit hoping to raise money for an animal rescue group. But when a video of him working on the painting went viral with more than 44,000 "likes", 1 on social media from people hoping to buy copies of his work 2 in. His fans were amazed when they watched him paint by holding a brush in his 3 because he has lost the use of his hands.

    Drawing and painting always came 4 to Alex. When he was a kid, he would sit down to draw something almost every day. It continued 5 high school and college. He loved creating with his hands.

    But in 2004, Alex 6 a rare disease that caused sensory(知觉) loss and weakness. One day, he suddenly could not use his left hand. Then the problem 7 quickly to his right hand. As the pain and numbness 8 and more tests were done, the physicians 9 Alex had a rare immune disorder. 10, he was no longer able to draw, paint or play the piano. By September 2005, he had difficulty 11, as his legs and feet had also weakened. 12, he needed a wheelchair. He had to quit his job and move to live with his parents.

    Alex didn't follow his artistic dreams 13 his mother showed him some paintings created by artists who also could not use their hands and arms in 2015. He was very 14 and then began to teach himself to paint with his mouth and to 15 the right pressure to the canvas(画布).

    Three years ago, Alex successfully had a major transplant 16. The process of recovery is 17 but steady. With supporting aids on both legs, he is walking again without pain. Alex hopes one day he will be able to 18 a paintbrush in his hand. If not, he will continue to 19 his visions with his mouth.

    "I have a lot to be 20. I'm painting again, I'm walking again. Life feels really good for me right now," Alex said.

    Ferdinand de Lesseps, once a French diplomat(外交官)，became 1 with the cultures of the Mediterranean(地中海)and Middle East and the growth of western European 2. But in 1849 he retired after a disagreement with the French government.

    In 1854,3his expectation, he returned to Egypt, 4 he was given a warm welcome and, soon afterwards, permission to begin work 5 the Suez Canal. De Lesseps had been 6 by reading about Napoleon's abandoned plans for a 7 that would allow large ships wishing to sail to the east to go8 from the Mediterranean to the Red Sea, therefore 9 out the long sea journey around Africa.

    De Lesseps' plan was 10 by an International commission of engineers, but failed to win the support of the British government, 11 de Lesseps making a number of trips to London. He persevered and 12 attracted financial support from the French emperor Napoleon III and others.

    De Lesseps was no 13 ­ his achievement lay 14 organizing the necessary political and financial backing, and providing the technical support 15for such a huge project. 16 began in April 1859, and the Suez Canal was 17in November 1869. British attitudes changed when the canal was seen to be a 18and de Lesseps was treated as a great celebrity (名人) on his later visit to Britain. In 1875, the Egyptian government sold its 19, in the canal and the British prime minister, Benjamin Disraeli, 20effective control of the Canal Company.

    As the train picked up its speed, the passengers slowly settled down on their seats, I1the lower berth(铺位),so that I could enjoy the2of outside from the moving train. I don t know why I always preferred to get the 3 seat. An elderly lady4the front seat of mine. I looked at her. She must be in her eighties, I guessed. At one point, we met our5. She smiled at me and I gave her a response. Both of us were6. By that time, the train was in its full speed.

    It was 4:50 pm, evening time. So,7time was still in a long way, I couldn't8myself any longer and asked, "Auntie! Where are you going?"

    She looked at me and friendly said, "9 camp, dear."

    Suddenly my enthusiasm10to know the reason. I politely said. "Auntie, you are 11 someone?"

    She smiled and said, "Yes!"

    Just to continue the conversation, I talked to her in a very cheerful 12. "Auntie, you must he feeling so13to see your child and your grandchildren."

    14, this question hurt her a little but boldly (大胆地) she answered, "Oh, dear! You are so sweet! Anyway, I had only one son who was15and was killed in a battle just a few days before. I bought so many new clothes for him. So, I thought why not 16my son's clothes for some other soldiers, so that I would control my 17and would be happy thinking that my own son has18it."

    I was shocked hearing her heartbreaking story! But I19the old lady from the core of my heart, I was thinking of her20heart!