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    This is Mike's classroom. There are thirty 1. There is a clock on the wall. 2 clock is very old. There are thirty students: eighteen boys and twelve girls. Miss Wang is their teacher. She is a good teacher. It's about 4 o'clock. It's time 3 home. Look 4 Mike! He is behind the 5. And the door is clean.

    At the age of fifteen, both his legs had been badly hurt in an accident. From that time on he begged, dragging himself along the roads.

    In the villages, people hardly gave him anything — he was too well-known. Everyone had grown tired of seeing him — day after day for forty years, dragging his disabled and ugly body from door to door on his wooden crutches. He was among people, yet loved and cared by no one. They called him "Bell" because he hung between his two crutches like a bell.

    For two days he had eaten nothing. No one gave him anything now. Women shouted at him from their doorsteps when they saw him coming:

    "Go away, you good-for-nothing beggar! Why, I gave you a piece of bread only three days ago!"

    It was December and a cold wind blew over the fields. Now and then he sat down for a few moments' rest. He only got one wish — to eat — but no one offered anything. For three hours he continued his painful journey but received not a half penny.

    When he had visited all the houses he knew, "Bell" sank down in a corner, having no idea what he was waiting for. Several hens ran here and there in front of him. "Bell" watched them at first without thinking of anything. Then a thought reached him —the thought that one of those hens would be good to eat if it were cooked over a fire.

    He took up a stone beside him and luckily killed the nearest hen at the first shot. The hen fell, flapping its wings. "Bell" picked up his crutches, approaching where the hen lay.

    Just as he reached it, he received a strong hit in the back which made him let go of the crutches and sent him flying half a meter away. The owner of the hens, kept kicking him angrily. The other villagers came up and joined the beating. In the end, "Bell", half dead, was shut in the town jail.

    The police had no idea that he might need food, and he was left alone until the following day. When in the early morning they came to him, he was found dead on the floor.

    I put my bag in the luggage area, and sat down in my seat. Just before taking off, a line of soldiers came and filled the 1 seats.

    After flying2 about an hour, it was announced lunches were available for $5. As I3 for my wallet to buy one, I heard the soldier ask his partner 4 he planned to buy lunch. "No, the lunch seems too expensive. I'll 5 till we get to Chicago." His friend agreed.

    I looked around at the other soldiers.6 were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane, and handed the flight attendant a $50 bill. "Take a lunch to all those7," After eating, I went to the restroom. A man stopped me. "I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this." He8 me$25.

    Soon after I returned to my 9. I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle (过道).

    When he got to my row, he stopped and said, "I want to 10 your hand. I was a soldier. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of 11 I never forgot." I was embarrassed when applause (掌声)was heard from all of the passengers. Later, a man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake 12. He left another$ 25 in my hand.

    We landed in Chicago, I 13my bag. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me and put something in my pocket. 14 $25.

    Upon entering the terminal, I gave $75 to the soldiers. "It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You." I said. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them some 15. It seemed so little.

    The first day of university our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't know. I stood up to look around when a1hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled(有皱纹的) , little old lady with a smile. She2a minute and said. "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and responded "Of course you may!" and then she gave me a big one.

    We became immediate friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I always loved listening to this "time machine"  3she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus role model and she4made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she loved the attention from the other students.

    At the end of the term we invited Rose to speak at our football club. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the platform. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her cards on the floor. A little upset she simply said. "I'm sorry I'm so nervous. I5beer for Lent(大斋节) and this wine is killing me！I'll never get my speech back in order" As we laughed, she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There is a huge6between growing older and growing up. Anybody can grow older, but it does take talents and abilities to grow up. .

    One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. However, these words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

In a village, there lived an old man in his 70s. As he got older, he grew to enjoy going to bed early. One day, {#blank#}1{#/blank#} group of boys played games near his house. Their loud shouting made it impossible for him to fall{#blank#}2{#/blank#} (sleep). He felt quite angry.

One evening, the old man invited the boys inside his house. He told them that he loved hearing the sound of{#blank#}3{#/blank#} (child) voices. Their laughter and cries made him feel like he had become a young man again. He promised{#blank#}4{#/blank#} (give) each of them a dollar if they would play there every day.

{#blank#}5{#/blank#} (excited), the same boys returned and played even more happily and loudly the next day. True to his word, the old man{#blank#}6{#/blank#} (pay) them and asked them to do so again the following day.

However, {#blank#}7{#/blank#} the next evening, the boys got only 50 cents instead of a dollar.

By the{#blank#}8{#/blank#}(three) evening, the old man only gave them 10 cents. He said that he was very sorry{#blank#}9{#/blank#}he didn't have much money left.

"Dear children," he said, "would you please still come back tomorrow? I really enjoy your laughter."

The boys felt so sad that they refused his request. Was it worth{#blank#}10{#/blank#}(play) so hard if they didn't get much in return?

Mary had a nice summer vacation last year. She went to Hawaii （夏威夷） in July. Mary likes fruits, and the Hawaiian bananas and oranges were great. The weather was very fine, but sometimes it rained heavily. On Monday she went to the museum. It was an interesting place and not very crowded （拥挤的）. On Tuesday she went to the mountains. On Wednesday she visited an old friend. They went to the movies in the evening. 

The movie was so funny that they laughed again and again. On vacation she felt like that she was a flying bird！The vacation cost （花费） her about 600 dollars, but Mary had a fun time.