We have a small back garden with several trees，so bird nest in abundance. Therefore, it is1 year after year to find many young birds don't2 .

       One morning two years ago, I found a young blackbird sitting still, very cold, in a corner. I3it up and moved it to a raised warmer spot, 4it with tissue and made silly bird noises in the hope that it would5. It was breathing, though very weak and wouldn't open its beak (喙). I knew it had 6 and was dying but it did start to feel warmer so there was7.

I kept coming to check on it, keeping our three8inside the house, as I didn't want them to9it, as Toby, my cleverest dog had already spotted it. One time, I went to see the bird, it had 10down, legs outstretched (伸直), so I placed it 11back onto the tissue. Its eyes opened12and it seemed to look in my direction,13at times its head also moved round, which was not a good sign. I kept making bird noises and14it, saying “Come on, be strong.” I just felt so 15, but I wanted it to know that there was someone who16. Unfortunately, it died. I did feel so regretful because I tried my best but I17.

      To my18, last year I spotted two young blackbirds keeping each other company in one of our trees, and I'm19one of them had at least survived as one has been visiting20since and helping itself to seed from our feeders.

    My father once worked for a big company. However, when I was a year old he 1 his job and then our family got into a difficult station. We were 2, so we sold our house. Then we had to live with my grandmother. 3 she didn't like kids at all. She never 4. But l was very happy with my parents. My father was 5 at making things. I was also 6 and had a talent for designing.

    We didn't have money to buy. 7 so we made our own. I put two tyres together to make a horse. I learned a lot about gravity（重力）because I 8 many times.

    By 10, I knew I wanted to become a(n) 9, but they didn't take women in engineering school, so I went to another school and 10 in 1945. Then I was very 11to be accepted by the army's training programme. I learned a lot there. In 1966, I 12 serving the army. I began to work with children with learning problems. I wanted to 13 something that would help them. Luckily, I 14.

    I tried to retire five times but it 15 worked. In 1997, I went back to school to learn drawing, which was 16 for my inventions. On a TV programin2015, 1 17 David Kelley the founder of the design firm IDEO. When I realized he18 people from different backgrounds, I thought, “I have special life experiences and designing skills. I could be of 19 to his firm.”

I typed a letter to Kelley and quickly, I got a 20that I was accepted. I was 85.

    As a teenager, I was pretty lazy when it came to doing things for my family. I worked hard at school, and sometimes looked after my younger sister. Still, I found myself regularly resisting the urge to1out at home with even the simplest things.

    Every Wednesday afternoon, for example, my mother 2 me to another town for a piano lesson. During my two-hour lesson, she'd rush to the nearby store and buy a week's worth of3. Given the fact that my mom had driven me twelve miles there, twelve miles back,4for my lesson, and bought me a candy bar, you'd think I'd be very5 to help her bring the groceries into the house.6 I wasn't. I generally just brought in an armload and left the7 for Mom as I ran to my room, shut the door, and started studying.

    Don't get me wrong: even back in my room, I felt8about not helping my mother more. Deep inside, I wanted to change my9. But I also realized that once I did change, there'd be no going back.10I took on more responsibility, my parents would start11more of me. At age fifteen, I sensed that this one small change would 12 something much bigger: my personal change from a cared-for, spoiled (被宠坏的) child to a more13caring and giving young man.

    I'll never forget the Wednesday when I made a(n)14to jump in and see what happened. Returning home from the15I disappeared into my room, as usual. But once inside, I felt that deep and burning16.Throwing my school books on the bed, I suddenly opened my door and17back to the garage to help my mother. How happy I felt that day!

    Surely, over time, I continued to help out with more housework. The neat thing was, the more I helped out, the18I felt about myself and my place in my family. As Mom and Dad realized they could 19on me more, our trips became far less stressful, too. In short, it was a win-win situation for everyone.

    Sometimes the little things we put off doing the longest20 out to be the simplest things to complete. And feeling happy beats feeling guilty any day.

    If life were a book and you were the author, how would you like the story to go? That is the question that1my life forever.

    One day I went home from the training of snowboarding with what I thought was the flu, and less than 24 hours later, I was in a2on life support with less than twenty percent3of living. It wasn't until days later that the doctors diagnosed me with a4blood infection. Over the5of 2.5 months, I lost the hearing in my left ear and both my legs below the knees. When my parents6me out of the hospital, I7that I had been put together like a patchwork （拼接物）doll and I had to live with8legs. I was absolutely physically and emotionally broken,9streaming down.

    But I knew in order to move forward, I had to let go of the Old Amy and10the New Amy. It was at this moment that I asked myself that significant11. And that is when it12me that I didn't have to be five-foot-five anymore,13I could be as tall as I wanted. And14of all, I can make my feet the size of all the shoes. So there were15here.

    Four months later, I was back upon a16. And this February, I won two Board World Cup gold medals,17me the highest ranked snowboarder in the world.

    So, instead of looking at our18and limitations as something19or bad, we can begin looking at them as a wonderful20that can be used to help us to further than we ever know we could go.

AI-generated content has recently won big in the literary world. Japanese author Rie Kudan won one of Japan's most famous literary awards, the Akutagawa Prize, with the help of ChatGPT in The Tokyo Tower of Sympathy. 

The book is set in future Japan, where AI has become an important part of people's lives. The story centers around an architect who creates a comfortable prison but struggles with a society that she sees as being overly sympathetic to criminals. 

Kudan admitted at a news conference that "around 5 percent of the book's text was taken directly from generative AI," reported kyodo News. She added that there is a scene in the book where an AI chatbot answers the main character's questions and she used AI-generated text in the responses given by AI in the story. The word-for-word content generated by AI was applauded by committee members as "practically flawless", said CNN. 

This is not the first time that Al-related works have won prizes. In October 2023, The Land of Machine Memorieswas awarded second prize at China's fifth youth popular science and science fiction competition. The fiction was fully created by AI with the prompts (提示) given by Shen Yang, a professor at Tsinghua University. Surprisingly, just one judge among the six of the competition realized that what they were reading was the product of a machine. 

So will literature in the future be all about AI? Debates are still ongoing on the matter. Japanese literary critic Akira Okawada told Tyodo News that "it is difficult for AI to create work that addresses ethical themes in depth". However, Chinese writer Luo Ping holds the positive view. "Improvements in technology will not cause human laziness in creating, but rather will only make them involved in more heated competition. With the help of technology, the starting point of human thinking will only grow higher," Luo told Hongxing News. 

"I think this is only the beginning for AI in creating literature," Fu Changyi, a member of Jiangsu Popular Science Writers Association, told online news Guancha. "We will wait and see how the future goes," he added. 

The year was 1937. I was seven years old. And I was with my father and mother, at a Chinese restaurant in Boro Park, Brooklyn. That was the first Chinese restaurant I ever ate at. I was always given food from the adults' orders.

I'm not sure when it was, but the time did come when I had my first order — Won-Ton soup, egg rolls and spare ribs. That made me excited. My father seemed to know the Chinese waiter, a young guy; his name was Jimmy. I remember being surprised that a Chinese man could have an American name.

Some months later, my father took me to a restaurant in Manhattan's Chinatown called The Rathskeller on Mott Street. This was my first time in Chinatown and I was very impressed by how different it was from Boro Park. We went there a few times. I just couldn't have enough of the food there.

In 1951, I was sent to work in the Hospital Treasurer's Office at Letterman Army Hospital. A colleague had an uncle who was a waiter at The Far East Cafe on Grant Avenue in the heart of San Francisco's Chinatown. Once a week, a group from the office would go there for lunch and my colleague's uncle would take good care of us. My favorite dish was Tomato Beef Chow Mein.

It wasn't until about 23 years later, in 1974, that I had my next serious relationship with the cuisine (菜肴) of China. I was lucky to take some cooking lessons provided by a famous Chinese restaurant's chef. Then my life entered a new phase (阶段). I didn't know it then, but some time later, it became clear to me that Chinese food would follow me through the days of my life.