Today is June 4th it's 1 fine day. It is Betty's birthday. She comes 2 and sees a new red box on her bed. She opens 3. There is nothing but a piece of paper 4 it! Betty takes it out and 5: “Dear Betty. I'm your present(礼物). Come and 6 me in the front room.” Betty runs 7 front room. She finds her parents there. They look at her happily. She looks round and sees her present — a nice 8 bike. “Happy birthday. Betty.” Her parents both 9. Betty is very happy and says: “10 very much.”

    A man stopped at a gas station and bought a soft drink. He stood by his car to 1 and he watched a couple of men 2 along the roadside.

    One man would dig a hole two or three feet 3 and then move on. 4man came along behind to fill in the hole. While one was digging a new hole, the other was about 25 feet behind 5 in the old hole.

    The man with a soft drink was confused. "I can't stand this," said the man walking toward the men. "Stop it," he said to t e men. "Can you tell me what's 6 here?"

    "Well, we work for the county government," one of the men said.

    "But one of you is digging a hole and the other is filling 7up. You're not accomplishing anything. Aren't you 8 the county's money?"

    "You don't understand," one of the men said.

    "Normally (通常地) there are 9 of us: I Rodney and Mike. I dig the hole Rodney sticks in the tree and Mike here puts earth 10."

    "Yeah," said Mike. "Today Rodney is sick. But that doesn't mean we can't work, does it?"

    I will never forget an accident that happened in my own childhood. When I was a boy of twelve, something happened to me that made me never1any birds in a cage.

    We lived on the edge of a2in South Carolina, and every evening many mockingbirds would come and rest in the trees and sing. There isn't any sound that can be3 than the song of the mockingbird.

    I decided to catch a young bird and keep it in a cage, 4in that way, I could have my own musician. I finally caught one and put it in a cage. The bird was5and fluttered about the cage, but finally it became quiet in its new home. I felt pleased with6 and looked after my little musician carefully.

    On the second day, the bird's mother flew to the cage7food in her mouth. The baby bird ate up8she brought. I was pleased to see this. Certainly his mother knew better than I how to feed her baby.

    The following morning when I went to see9my little bird was, I found it on the floor of the cage, dead. I was very surprised! What had happened! I had taken great10of the little bird, or so I thought.

    Arthur Wayne, a famous scientist, happened to be in the forest where we lived at the time. Hearing me crying over the11of my bird, he told me what12. "A mother mockingbird, finding her young in a cage, will sometimes bring it poison(毒药) food. She thinks13better for her young to die than to live in a cage."14I have never caught any birds or put them in a cage. All the birds have the right to15in the sky .

    When I was a child, my father had to do three jobs for a family of seven. Every time I saw him come back late, looking 1 I promised myself that someday I would show my 2 to my father for what he had done.

    Over the next twenty years, my father worked hard to 3our big family and suffered a lot from a heart problem. One morning, my father's old car broke down and he asked me to 4him up after his medical examination. He had 5 refused when I offered to replace (取代) his old car. He said that he did not want something that he couldn't pay6.

    7he stepped out of the doctor's office, he looked serious. We drove in silence and he made me promise to keep the medical report as a8. I did this with a heavy heart.

    At that time, I was 9a new car. I asked my father to go with me to pick10out. When I started talking with the salesman, I noticed my father11a brown car. I12chose a white car. My father took one final look at the brown car and seemed kind of 13before leaving. I heard him muttering (嘀咕) to himself, “14like that car. Wish I could 15it.”

    Several days later, I asked my father if he could go with me to pick up16new car. As we arrived, the salesman17him a key to a new car - the brown one - and18that it was for him, from me. My father looked at me in great19 I told him it was my childhood20and smiled at this man, who had given up everything for his family.

    Once an Arab was traveling in the desert. When the sun went down in the west, he stopped and1his tent, made a fire and had a simple meal. When night fell, he2down to sleep.

    He had already fallen asleep when he felt a soft3on his elbow. He woke up to find that his camel had put his head inside the tent. The camel said," Would you please let me4my head in the tent to get warm. It's so cold outside. I won't take up too much5."

    The Arab was a kind-hearted man. "All right, do as you6,"he said. Then he turned on his side and back to sleep.

    It wasn't long7he felt a push on his shoulder. It was the camel again. "Dear master," the camel said," my head is quite warm now, but my neck is still cold. Do you mind8I keep it inside the tent, too?"

    "No, not at all," the man said. But this time he felt a bit9, as the camel had such a long neck. No sooner had he closed his eyes10he got a harder push in his side. This time the camel said, "Will you please allow me to bring my front legs inside and warm them up a little?"

    The Arab11over to one side of the tent. He made himself as small as he could. It wasn't12comfortable, and sleep was now out of the question.

    Soon after that the camel gave him a rough push and said, "The tent is too small for the two of us.13, my two back legs are still left in the cold. It is only14that you should leave the whole tent to me."

    And with that，the camel15the poor man out.