A young man and an old man were waiting for a bus. {#blank#}1{#/blank#} sat next to each other. “What's that in your bag? ” asked the young man, pointing to a big bag beside the old man.“Gold. There was nothing but gold,” Answered the old man. The young man could not believe his won ears and was {#blank#}2{#/blank#}great amazement. Then he began to think about {#blank#}3{#/blank#}to get the gold. The old man was very tired and it seemed that he could hardly keep his eyes open. After a while the old man {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(lie) down on the chair and fell asleep.The young man took {#blank#}5{#/blank#}big bag gently and quietly. But when he was just about to run away, he found a corner of his fur coat was under the old man's body. Several times he tried to pull it out, {#blank#}6{#/blank#} in vain. At last he took off his coat, {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (think) that the gold in the bag must cost far more than his fur coat. Nervous but {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(delight), the young man ran out of the station as quickly as his legs could carry him until he reached a place {#blank#}9{#/blank#}he thought the old man couldn't find him. He stopped and quickly opened the bag but he just found a great many of small stones in it. Then he ran back to the station {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(hurry) only to find that the old man was gone.

    My feelings about science have{#blank#}1{#/blank#} (complete) changed. More than one science teachers at my new school {#blank#}2{#/blank#} excellent and {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (friend) . The science{#blank#}4{#/blank#} (facility) are very good with laboratories that have all the{#blank#}5{#/blank#} (late) equipment. Our chemistry teacher takes us to public science lectures about four times{#blank#}6{#/blank#} term, {#blank#}7{#/blank#} are always interesting, because the lecturers are famous at their area of science. In the last 20 years, seven Canadian scientists{#blank#}8{#/blank#} (win) the Nobel Prize. Now{#blank#}9{#/blank#} I'm becoming more and more interested in is physics and I want to study it at university. But my parents are {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (astonish), as they always thought I would become an English teacher.

    A best friend is someone {#blank#}1{#/blank#} you can tell everything to, even your most personal {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (feel) and thoughts. Anne Frank treated her diary {#blank#}3{#/blank#} her best friend. The German Nazis were in search of Anne and her family. The family had to hide away from the chase. They didn't dare to go out even in the evenings. They had to stay {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(indoor) day and night. Not {#blank#}5{#/blank#}(be) able to go out for such a long time, Anne missed the beauty of nature so much that she {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(grow) crazy about everything to do with {#blank#}7{#/blank#}. She stayed up until eleven thirty one evening on purpose just to see {#blank#}8{#/blank#} moonlight. She said, "This is the first time that I have seen the moonlight {#blank#}9{#/blank#} I came here."

    {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(fortune), the family were discovered at last and taken away from the hiding place.

To any soldier

    I served as a second lieutenant (少尉) in a war thirty years ago. Married for only a year and a half, I missed my wife and baby daughter a lot. In the years before cell phones and Wi-Fi, we had limited opportunities {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (communicate) with loved ones.

    One night while sitting by myself, I investigated the "Any Soldier" mailbox, a cardboard box with letters and packages from Americans. I chose one shoebox-size package. Inside I found about 20 greeting cards {#blank#}2{#/blank#} children. At the bottom was a letter written by their teacher  {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (explain) how her kids had put the box together and how they supported our efforts in the war. Truly touched at that very moment by this gesture, I decided to write a letter of gratitude. I thanked the teacher for  {#blank#}4{#/blank#} her children had done—its impact on my patriotism, my morale, and, {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (significantly), my uplifted faith. For security reasons, I was able to sign only my name.

    Around 2013, I received a Facebook friend request from a woman with  {#blank#}6{#/blank#} I shared no contacts. I replied that  {#blank#}7{#/blank#} we were friends, I could not accept her request. She responded with one question: "Are you Second Lieutenant Bartholomew?" I replied that I had been at one time.

    "Dear sir," she wrote. "We have never met, but thirty years ago I was a second-grade teacher at a school in Ohio and our classroom sent a care package  {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (address) to Any Service Member.' The thank-you letter you composed was framed and it  {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (post) on the wall of the school for more than 20 years. I wanted to again thank you for your service to our country."

    We never spoke again, but this gracious teacher strengthened my belief in doing what my mother always taught me: Write thank-you notes— {#blank#}10{#/blank#} never know how many people your kindness can touch.