Once upon a time, there was a young man called Ma Liang He was poor. But he was kind and hard-working and liked drawing. One night, he dreamed(梦见)that an old man gave him a magic paintbrush(神奇的画笔)and asked him to use it to help poor people. When he woke up, he found the magic paintbrush in his desk.

From that day on, he used the paintbrush whenever people needed help. When he saw that people had no water to use or drink, he drew a river and the river came to life. People could bring water from the river.

Then many people knew about the magic paintbrush. But a few days later, a rich and bad man heard that the magic paintbrush could turn everything to life. He took the magic paintbrush away from Ma Liang's house and put Ma Liang into prison(监牢). Then he drew a lot of pictures with the paintbrush, but they could not become real.

So he said to Ma Liang, "If you draw some pictures for me and make them real, I will make you free."

The young man agreed and drew a sea first. Then he drew a golden mountain which was far away from the sea. The bad man said, Draw a big ship quickly. I want to go there to get the gold."

After the young man drew a big ship, the bad man jumped into the ship with his family and friends quickly. When the ship moved to the middle of the sea, the young man drew a large wave(波浪)and they never came back.

In life, do you choose to take the road everyone has taken, or do you choose the path that is best for you? It might be 1 to choose what everyone has done, especially if it seemed to be the right fit for them. But is that what truly 2 for you? 

Recently, on a hiking trip, my partner and I decided to take a popular trail (特定路线) in the 3 direction. This was an old, well-traveled trail that people had been hiking and biking from A to Z for years. For our own 4 , we chose to travel from Z to A. Going backwards made more5 with my plan. The trip would take several days and going backwards made it 6 that I would end the trip closer to the airport for my flight home. 

As my partner and I walked, everyone crossing our path had something to say, "You're going the wrong way. Are you 7 ? Are you returning because you forgot something? Are you crazy? The path crossed a highway somewhere. When it did, even passing cars beeped (发出嘟嘟声) to8 us of the "right" direction. 

Why did people only see one way? Because that's what everyone does? Because that's how it's always been done? We even 9 to talk to a Danish woman who said, "We have a saying in my country: When you go backwards to everyone else, it's because you're avoiding something. "I couldn't 10 it. We were just enjoying connecting with nature, hiking the way that best 11 us. Had we gone the "wrong way"? No. At least, not for us. 

I decided to 12 the path I chose. In the end, we had a (n) 13 experience. Choosing the "wrong" path was 14 for me. When the 15 in your heart tells you something is right (or wrong) , listen to it. It's speaking to you for a reason and it knows, better than anyone, what's best for you. 

As a writer, I ever volunteered as a "Reading Mum" in a primary school. A boy called Ronny attracted my attention. He 1  every other kid in the first-grade classroom but he was different — he had a speech problem. 

Every time it was Ronny's turn to 2  he sat very close to me and opened the book as if he was opening a box of treasure. I watched his fingers move 3  under each letter as he tried his best to speak. If he read a word with a 4  pronunciation successfully, the biggest smile would spread across his face. After several days, Ronny made great progress, although he was still 5  the level of his grade. 

A few weeks before the school year ended, I 6  Ronny a book — one of those Little Golden Books that only cost $5. He was so surprised at my gift that tears ran down 7  face. 

A few days later, I 8  Ronny on a chair near the playground, the book open in his lap. His teacher said, "9  you gave the book to him. he read it every day. Do you know that's his 10  book he's ever actually owned?"

Hearing that, I felt so 11 . I walked towards Ronny and asked, "Will you read me your book, Ronny?" He 12 . 

And then, for the next few minutes, he read to me more clearly than I'd ever thought. When he finished reading, Ronny closed his book and said with a great 13 , "Good book!" What a powerful contribution the 14  of that Little Golden Book had made to the life of a disabled child!

At that moment, I knew I should do 15  a writer should do — care enough to write a story that could change a child's life; care enough to make a difference.