Roald Dahl was born in 1916 in Wales, Britain. His father was rich but he died when Roald was very young. Roald and his mother lived a hard life. He had to leave school and went to Africa where he worked for an oil company.

    In 1939 Roald became a pilot, but he had a bad accident. It made him limp(瘸的) for the rest of his life. After this, Roald went to America where he wrote a story about his experience as a pilot. It was so good that it was put in a magazine.

Roald married an American film star. They bought a house in England and had five children. From 1960 to 1965,    ▲   : Theo, one of his children, was hit by a taxi and was seriously hurt. Olivia, one of Roald's daughters, died of a strange illness. Soon after this, his wife also had a serious illness. It took her years to get completely better.

 Gradually Roald became more and more successful. He always did his writing in an old shed(棚) at the back of his house. He always sat in the same old armchair with a wooden board on his lap.

 “One of the nice things about being a writer,” he once said, “is that all you need is what you've got in your head and a pencil and a bit of paper.”

       In 1983 Roald wona big prize for his book The BFG. During his life, Roald wrote many famous books, such as Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Matilda, Fantastic Mr. Fox

       After he died in 1990, Roald left money to help people with serious illnesses and those with problems with reading and writing.           

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Every year on my birthday, from the time I turned 12, a white gardenia (栀子花) was sent to my house. No card came with it. Calls to the flower shops were not helpful at all. After a while I stopped trying to find out the sender's name and I was just very pleased with the beautiful white flower in soft pink paper. But I never stopped imagining who the giver might be. Some of my happiest moments were spent daydreaming about the sender. My mother encouraged this imagination. She'd ask me if there was someone to whom I had done a special kindness. Perhaps it was the old man who I looked after when he was ill.  As a girl, I had more fun imagining that it might be a boy.

    One month before my graduation, my father died. I felt very sad and didn't want to go to the coming graduation dance at all. And I didn't care whether I had a new dress or not. But my mother, in her own sadness, would not let me miss any of those things. She wanted her children to feel loved and lovable. In fact, my mother wanted her children to see themselves much like the gardenia—lovely, strong and perfect with perhaps a bit of mystery.

    My mother died ten days after I was married. I was 22. That was the year the gardenia stopped coming.

When he was a teenager, Hunter Adams was very unhappy and he spent many years in a special hospital for people with mental(心理的) health problems.

When he left the hospital, Adams decided to become a doctor, so he went to a medical school in Virginia, USA. But when he was there, he did things in a different way. For example, he didn't like the doctor's white coats, so he wore shirts with flowers on them when he visited his patients and he tried to make them laugh. The doctors at the medical school didn't like Adams because he was too different.

But Adams believed that people in hospital needed more than medicine. He saw unhappy and lonely people, and he tried to help them as patients, but as people too. He spent a lot of time with children in the hospital and often dressed up like a clown(小丑)to make the children laugh.

    When he finished medical school and became a doctor, Adams opened his own hospital, called "the Gusundheit Institute", together with some other doctors. They wanted it to be a place with a different way of working with sick people.

    Hunter Adams became famous during the 1980s, and in 1988, Universal Pictures made a film about his life. It was very successful. In the film, Robin Williams played Adams. Williams said, "Hunter is a really warm person, who believes that patients need a doctor who is a friend. I enjoyed playing him."

This morning I got an email from Roy. It seems that my boy really enjoys his new life at Harvard University. The 1  made me think of the first day when we moved into this house. 

Little Roy ran around the new house with great excitement and 2  to move his own things into the house, such as his toys, books and clothes. 3  his little hand knocked over a bottle of paint on the shelves. The paint 4  the tidy floor and the white wall a terrible mess. "Oh, my tidy floor and wall!"My wife rushed in angrily. I looked at my son and his small face was filled with 5 . 

I 6  and held his hand, "Take it easy, Roy. Now let's do something to make it look 7 . "I took out a 8 . "You see, Dad is a magician. I can 9  it into a big tree. "

My wife soon helped paint some butterflies and flowers on the wall. We spent the whole morning 10  and laughing. The wall became a beautiful forest 11  plants, birds and small animals. A blue sky and white clouds were also painted by Roy. On that day, everybody in the house knew something 12  happened. 

The night before Roy left for Harvard, he asked me if I still remembered the day when 13  had knocked over the paint. " Since then I've 14  worried about making mistakes, "he continued. "I believe I can always 15  ways to solve the problems. "

My name is Sam. I joined a club called "passing help" last month. Now let me tell you why I joined it.

One evening this May, on my way home my old car broke down. It was 25miles from my home. I wanted to get a ride, but there was no car. It was also hard to take a taxi. I decided to take a bus home. I went to a bus stop nearby.

After a while, a bus came, but it did not go to my town. The bus driver was a young woman. She was kind and she told me which bus I should take. I waited there for about thirty minutes but no bus came. At last a car came to me and a woman came out of the car. She was just the bus driver.

"When I reached the bus station, I got to know that the bus to your town couldn't come, so I returned here. I just can't leave you here," she said. "Get in my car and I will take you back to your home."

"It is a long way," I said.

"Come on. sir." she said. "Let's go."

On the way she told me a story. A few days ago, there wasn't gas in her car. An old man drove her up to a gas station and then back to her car.

When we got to my home, I wanted to give her some money to thank her, but she didn't accept it. "I only want to help others and do something nice for somebody. Pass it along," she said.