An old man was dying. One by one his relatives visited him. Even relatives and friends he hadn't seen for years  1  him to say farewell. They all2their deep love for him. 3   each came to him, the old man held each person by their  4 and spoke to each. To one he said, “Yes, I love you.” To  5  he said, “I go without any ill will.” To a third one he said, “Peace be with you.”

        And so to each person he said such 6  words. Then the old man7Nasrudin (a wise man in the Middle East). When Nasrudin came in, he stood on one side,  8  everyone and listened to what they said and what the dying man said to them. After a while, Nasrudin 9  his hands in the air, and when everyone 10 to hear him, Nasrudin said , “Fools! Why didn't you visit him in his good  11? You didn't love him when he was healthy, but you love him when he is dying!”

After that, Nasrudin turned to the 12 man and shouted, “Fool! Why didn't you live with such nice feelings all the days when you were13 and fully alive?” With that, Nasrudin left the 14. The old man 15 and said, “At last I've heard the 16 . It is a blessing to 17 having heard the truth.” The old man died 18 .

       What about the others? They returned to their  19   business of life and continued as they always had been. And Nasrudin? When he returned to his 20 just outside the old man's house, the donkey made a long high sound, “Hee-haw! Hee-haw!” Nasrudin said, “Yes, I know... You're right... Live well; die well...”

    “Daily Star, sir,” called Jason, carrying some newspapers under his arm. The little boy had been running up and down the street, but there were still twenty1left. His voice was almost gone and his heart was2. The shops would soon close, and all the people would go home. He would have to go home too, carrying the papers3money. He had hoped to sell more papers tonight to make more money to buy a4for his mother and some seeds for his bird. That was why he had bought the papers with all his money. He almost5as he thought of his failure to sell all his papers.

    “You don't know the6of selling papers. You must shout, “Hot news! Bomb bursting(炸弹爆炸)!” another newsboy Chad told Jason. “7 such news is not in the paper at all,” replied Jason. “Don't be so honest. Just run away quickly8they have time to see, and you'll9out the paper and get your money,” Chad said.

    It was a new10to Jason. He thought of his bird with no11and the cake he wanted to buy for his mother, but was12that he would not tell a lie. Though he was13a poor newsboy, he had been14some good qualities.

    The next afternoon Jason went to the office for his papers15. Several boys were crowding around Chad, who declared with a16smile that he had sold six dozen papers the day before. He added that Jason17money because he would not tell a lie. The boys18at Jason. “You wouldn't tell a lie yesterday, my boy?” A gentleman at the office came up and patted(轻拍) Jason's shoulder19, “You're just the boy I am looking for.” A week later Jason started his new20. He lost the sale of twenty papers because he would not tell a lie, but got a well-paid job because he told the truth.

    Not so long ago, a terrible fire broke out in an apartment in die city of Pitesti, just west of Bucharest. In no time,1 were welcomed by 5-metre-tall flames and roaring smoke.2, using their advanced equipment, they quickly brought the beast under3.

    The apartment's owner Mr. Petri and his lovely dog, Sandy, were the  4of the big fire. Local firefighting hero, Costache Mugurel 5 his way through the cruel flames to rescue theman and his pet. Mr. Petri,6 injured in the fire, was rushed to hospital. Sandy fell over 7breathing in too much smoke and lifelessly lay on the roadside.

    Mugurel, remembering his CPR(心脏复苏术）training，passionately 8 the chest of the dog, desperately trying to 9 his life. And he began to lose hope after many 10 .He was physically and mentally 11. Finally he performed mouth-to-mouth on the dog, screaming“ 12gets left behind!”. Unexpectedly the dog 13 himself and began panting. The on-looking crowd cheered and Mugurel began to weep with 14. He hurriedly carried him to the awaiting vet(兽医).

    Like 15, the story of Mugurel and his newfound friend spread around the city. His Facebook was16words of gratitude, loving emoticons(表情符号）and notes from friends and fans alike.

    According to vet experts, recovering animals via CPR is rather17The American Heart Association calculates that only less than 6 percent of cats and dogs survive if they18heart attacks.

    There have been many stories related to19in Pitesti, but none have caught the20of the population quite like Sandy's.

    I learned this lesson a couple of years ago. That day, I took a 1 to Grand Central Station. We were driving in the 2 lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right 3 us. My taxi driver slammed (猛踩) on his brakes and almost 4 the car's back end by just ten 5!

    The driver of the other car, who almost caused a big accident,6 his car and started yelling bad 7 at us. The taxi driver just smiled and 8 at the guy. And I mean he was 9. So, I said, “Why did you just do that? This guy almost 10 your car and sent us to 11!” And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call “the law of the garbage truck.”

    Many people are like garbage trucks. They 12 around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of 13, and full of disappointment. As their garbage 14 up, they need a place to dump it, and if you agree, they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump their 15 on you, don't take it 16. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and 17. You'll be happy at what you do.

    I started thinking, how often do I let garbage trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and 18 it to other people? That day I said, “I'm not going to do that anymore.”

    What about you? What will happen in your life if you let more garbage 19 pass you by? Life is too short to wake up in the morning with 20.

    The friendship between us lasts forever. Mary Allen was my best friend— 1a sister. We did 2together, piano lessons, movies, swimming, horseback riding, and 3.

    When I was 13, my family moved. Mary and I kept in4through letters, and we saw 5on special occasions—like my wedding and 6.Soon we were busy7children and moving to new homes, and we wrote less8.One day a card that I 9came back stamped "Address Unknown". I had no 10how to find Mary.

    Over the years, I thought of Mary often. I wanted to11stories of my children and then grandchildren. I needed to share my sorrow when my brother and then my mother died. There was an 12place in my heart that only a friend like Mary 13fill.

    One day I was reading a newspaper 14I noticed a picture of a young woman 15looked a lot like Mary and whose last name was Wagman—Mary's married name. "There must be thousands of Wagmans, " I thought, but I wrote to her 16.

    She called as soon as she got my letter. "Mrs Tobin！" she said 17, "Mary Allen Wagman is my mother." Minutes later I heard a voice that I 18at once, even after 50 years. We laughed and cried and asked about each other's lives.

    Now the empty place in my heart is 19, and there's one thing that Mary and I know20 we won't lose each other again!

Let's do something in our daily life for the environment and the earth.

An English teacher has introduced a play to her class.

Characters: Benny, Jerry, Susie, Grace

Time: One Sunday afternoon.

Place: By the river near their houses.

（The four teenagers have just finished the picnic. They are tidying up.）

Benny: Wow! That was a great picnic. I'm so full that I can hardly move.

Grace: That's no excuse for not tidying up, Benny. Come over here and help me pack（包装）up the leftover food. Jerry, please? And clean up the place.

Jerry: （Speaking unhappily to himself.）How can I always get the dirty and difficult jobs? It's not fair.

（Jerry throws a bit of water on the fire. Then he picks up the ashes（灰烬）with an old newspaper and wants to throw them into the long grass.）

Susie: （Sounding surprised）What are you doing, Jerry? That's d....

Jerry: Whoop...the paper has caught fire.

Susie: And the grass…Benny, Grace, help! Help!

（Benny and Grace come over quickly. They help put out the fire completely.）

Jerry: Oh, no. Oh, no! What have I done? 

Grace: You know that we should do everything carefully, don't you? 

Jerry: （With his head in his hands.）Yes. What have I done? What have I done?