Jim and his brother lived on the 80th level. When coming home one day, to their 1, the lifts were not working and they had to 2the stairs.

    After reaching the 20th level, breathless and tired, they decided to3their bags and come back for them the next day. They climbed4. When they got to the 40th level, Jim's brother started to 5. However, they6to climb the flights of steps, arguing all the way to the 60th floor.

    They then 7that they only had 20 levels more to climb and decided to stop arguing and continue climbing8. They reached their home at long last. Each stood calmly before the door and waited for the other to9the door. And they realized that the10 were in their bags which were left on the 20th floor.

    This story is a reflection (反映) of our life. When 11, many of us are asked to do as our parents and teachers expect. We 12 get to do the things that we really like and love and are under too much pressure (压力) 13 by the age of 20, we get tired and decide to14 this load (负担).

    Once 15  of/ about the pressure, we work harder to realize our dreams. But by the time we reach 40 years old, we find it 16 to realize them and begin to feel unsatisfied and complain, and 17them. Reaching 60, we realize that we have18 cause for complaint anymore, and we begin to walk the final stage with19.

    So follow your dreams and20for them carefully, never complain and lose your key, and your dreams will come true one day.

    Mother's Day, 2017 was the last time that all my three kids would be kids at home. I was1a Mother's Day to remember.

    That morning, I got up early and left for2.The boys and I were going3,not unusual,so I expected the time I'd have with the three of them surrounding me during break. I entered the office after my class,4the crowd for their faces.I didn't find the boys,but wasn't too worried5their classes often ran late.I found a row with plenty of room for all four of us,6spots for my handsome young men.

    The longer I sat there,the more7and angry I got.How could they8their mother on this of all days?I couldn't9my work,only on how I'd been wronged.10the time the last morning class ended,I could hardly wait to get home and give them a piece of my mind.

    Arriving home,I noticed a pile of roses on the ground.I looked closer and saw they were the11of a track made from fresh flowers,which led to our room.As I12the flowers,the door got opened and three13faces greeted me. They let me see what they'd been working on all14.

    15the entire floor were the words,Happy Mother's Day,We Love You.They were spelled out with16.The space was17with sweet of roses and other flowers.They'd asked for a leave and worked all morning,gathering the fresh flowers and18them into a surprise message.

    I immediately realized I'd been much too hurry in my19of the situation.While I had been feeling unloved, they'd spent their time writing a20to show how much they really cared.

    It is not often that a person has sympathy for someone who stole from him / her. But when Chrissy Marie read the note written by the brother of the “1” who took her butterfly wind chime(风铃), her heart 2.

    The young boy 3 the note and left it on her doorstep. Chrissy 4 a photo on Facebook of the note and the US＄5 the little boy 5 .

    The note read: “I am6that we stole your wind chime. Our mum died and she liked butterflies. My sister7 it to put by our window. I am sorry this is the only8 I have. Please do not be mad at us. Jake .”

    Chrissy Marie wants Jake and his sister to know she is not9 Now Chrissy wants to find Jake and his sister and 10 their money.

    Chrissy11to Jake via her Facebook message: “Well Jake, I hope you can come to get your money12 . I had three of those wind chimes. And I am not mad at all.”

    Chrissy is13 to the area, so she doesn't know many people. She tried to14who Jake is or where he lives, but 15 .

     “I have knocked on a few doors nearby. But I can't16 far because of my injured leg.” she wrote. “I asked my neighbour,17 she didn't know anyone named Jake.”

    Chrissy understands how 18 it can be to lose a mother. She said, “Obviously, the boy felt 19 for what his sister did.”

    Chrissy has been surprised by all the 20 her post got, and she hopes it won't scare Jake off.

    I was walking around in a Big Bazar store doing a shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy who couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, 1you don't have enough money to buy this doll." Then the little boy turned to me and asked, "Uncle, are you sure I don't have enough money?"

    I 2 his cash and replied, "You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear." The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked 3 him and I asked him 4 he wished to give this doll to. "It's the doll 5 my sister loved most and wanted so much. I wanted to gift her for her Birthday. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there." His eyes were so 6 while saying this.

    "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister." My heart 7 stopped. The little boy 8 me and said, "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go 9. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

    Then he looked again at the 10with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly11 for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just 12 you do have enough money for the doll?" I added some of my money to his, without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some13money.

    The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money! I asked last night God to 14 I had enough money to buy this doll. He heard me! I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't 15 to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. "

    I finished my shopping in a totally different 16from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a 17 man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a 18 state.

    The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is 19, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a 20 of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

    All of us in Monte Vista Christian School know we'll one day have graduation photos for the yearbook taken. As the time 1, the girls start to have a 2 about what they'll wear and where to take the photos, while the boys 3 hardly talk about it. As for me, I 4 for my photos to be taken by the sea.

    When I arrived there, I met my photographer, Annie. She asked me to make some poses and I 5 her advice. After that, I asked if she could make me look 6 by taking photos in a different way, 7 I'm less than 1.6 meters tall. To my 8 she responded, "I will make no 9 to make you look like someone you're not. You look good in your own way." She 10 that she wouldn't try to edit the photos either.

    I was shocked by what she said. Girls always 11 to look perfect by using different visual angles. When you go to a photo studio, photographers always try to hide your 12 by telling you to stand in a certain way. And picture editors can easily 13 your look by making you appear any you want to. 14, that's not the case here. Seeing I was 15, Annie explained: "Everyone has his uniqueness. You need to 16 your own beauty. You cannot live in a world of 17 photos."

    It was the first time that I had met a photographer who doesn't 18 photos at all. After the shoot, I saw the photos — they are 19 special and natural. But what's even more special are Annie's 20, which will always stay in my heart.

    Walking across campus with every pair of eyes on you can be embarrassing, especially when you're 13 years old. I looked around me in 1 of a friendly face, a smile, anything. I was quite disappointed. And I, 2, felt somewhat foolish, walking across campus 3 with a false smile plastered(粘贴)across my face. I was simply 4 to follow the advice my mother had given me years before: when things get 5, smile. No matter where you are, a smile will always be understood. A smile is 6. At that very moment, however, I felt my mother's advice didn't 7.

    When the teacher 8 me to the class as the "American girl," 10 sets of hands immediately shot up. Some students had 9; others wanted to practice their English with me. Because I couldn't speak much Chinese 10, I communicated with them via gestures mixed in with 11 English and Chinese. Although I was 12, I wasn't sure how much of it was 13. It was almost as if they were 14 about me and I was being examined. 15 who could blame them? After all, I was the first American ever to 16 the school.

    Then, from across the room, a Chinese classmate suddenly 17 at me, and my nerves were instantly 18. Though there are cultural and language 19, we were sharing something in common. And as usual, my mother was right. A smile does make a 20.