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    A white-bearded ancient man was walking over the hills and valleys of the world. On his back he carried a bag which moved uneasily as if something was trying to escape from it, but he 1 it between his shoulders and walked on.

    He was Father Time, travelling forever, and the bag he 2 was filled with Tomorrows, all struggling to get out.

    Each 3 at twelve o'clock, he opened the bag and 4outa Tomorrow, just one, with its wings of5, and its shining feathers rose with hope. All the rest were kept 6 by Time's strong hands and pushed7 in the bag.

    Down flew the Tomorrow 8 its lovely feathers, but as it touched the 9, off fell its blue wings and it changed to a(n) 10 white bird which could not fly. It had become a Today. Everyone knows that Today isn't as 11 as Tomorrow , for Today can be held in one's12, accepted, unloved, but Tomorrow is full of mystery and beauty. It is 13 by all the world. Even those with 14 hope sigh, “Tomorrow may bring a(n) 15. Tomorrow's life will be different.”

    Everybody tried to16 the Tomorrow before it fell to the ground. They thought if they17 beforehand what the Tomorrow carries, they could 18 for it. So they put great nets on the trees, seeking to catch one 19 it changed his feather. Yet although they tried every means, the birds 20 and flew to the ground as Todays.

    Hiding 1 the loose dusty curtain, a/an2 packed up his overcoat into the suitcase. He planned to leave home at dusk 3 there was thunder and lightning outdoors. He had got to do this because he was tired of his 4 nagging about his 5 study and did not want to 6 it any longer. He couldn't get along 7 with English and disliked joining  in English classes because he thought his teacher ignored him 8 purpose.9 ,  his score in each exam never10 over 60.

    His partner was 11 about him very much. She understood exactly12 he was suffering from, but 13 disagreed with his idea.14  calm him down and settle his problem, she talked with him face to face and 15 a series of learning tips with him. The items she set16 helped him find the17 to study English well. The teenager was grateful and got great 18 from his friend's words.

    Now, he has recovered from being 19 and has fallen in love with English. What an important part friends 20 in our life!

    It impressed me a lot, I never thought that little help will turn out to be the most satisfying thing I have ever done.

    One day I met a man on my way home. He was tired, and1 to climb further. With a broad2 he asked if I could help him with some money. He was paralyzed (瘫痪) in both legs and was 3 funds for some operation. He said that if operated successfully, he could 4a training guaranteeing him a job. I was full of 5 and even asked him to show his legs. I gave him the6 money. After a few days, he again came at my doorstep asking for more money for accommodation. This time I was more or less 7 he is not cheating me. I gave him some and said this is all I have.

    A year went by and I had moved to a(n)8 place. One fine day I got a call from an unknown number. Caller called out his name but I didn't 9 him. Then he said he is the very paralyzed person I helped a year ago.

    I asked him, “How are you doing now.” He said, “Sir, you recognize me not by my name but by my10state.” “With your kind help I am now able to 11 on my legs without support. I was operated 12I am married to a beautiful lady. Besides I have a good job and stable 13.

    I don't 14 remember if I gave him my phone number15 what he said next was touching. He said he wanted to return my money so that I didn't feel cheated and continue to help people 16 in the future. I don't know whether he read my facial expression the day I helped him but tears were 17 down my face. That day I18 him that I will continue to help people as I see a(n)19—small or big. It is the small event that makes a big 20 to my life.

    There is something graceful about a well-made hurricane lamp, especially the antique ones. Mom had affection for them.

    I can remember 1 through countless flea markets for hurricane lamps, which are 2 to keep their light lit through the 3 of moments. Mom tried hard to buy the lamps in 4, as her favorite of all the lamps had no mate.

    The spring after Mom's first 5 with cancer, we went to a local craft fair to pass the time, to keep 6. We were still waiting to hear from the doctors on the 7 of her follow-up tests.8 to search something for my mom, I bounded ahead of her and baby brother as they 9 along the tables. I didn't 10 far before something caught my eye. Standing proud on the display table sat a lamp.

I was excited, as I 11 back through the crowd to my mom. "Mom! You have to see something!" I shouted. "12. I think I'm going to get these lamps. What do you think?" She 13 so I could see them but I didn't even look at them. "You've got to see what I found first," I 14 her through the fair. When she saw the lamp, she picked up the lamp 15, running her fingers over the bowl, over the hurricane glass, and 16 it closely. "See this?" She pointed at a very small mark in the glass. "The one at home has the same mark." She smiled. It was the first time I had seen her 17 smile since the doctors first found the cancer.

    When the lamp 18 in our house, next to its mate, she cried. She went to light the lamps and sit on their glow until she could sleep. Years later, I understood her 19 for those lamps, through the darkest moments of her life. Mom was my hurricane lamp. She was inextinguishable (永不熄灭的) — through the darkest moments. She lit my way without 20. She still does.

I still remember my kindergarten teacher Mrs White, although I don't remember much about what we learned in her class. My mother once told me that we used to1a lot. And I would bring back what I wrote and she could see there were so many2. But no red corrections. And always a star. Sometimes3a "Good"，which would make my heart soar (高涨）with4, But it worried my mother, so one day when she met Mrs White, she asked her why she never5the wrong spellings of words.

Mrs White replied, "The children are just beginning to get6about using words, about forming sentences. I don't want to7that enthusiasm with red ink. Spelling and grammar can wait. The wonder of words won't…"Maybe she didn't say it8like that. It was long ago. But I did grow up learning to use words with loving9like that.

I10now and think Mrs Whites was a rather11teacher. She encouraged the joy,12and excitement of expression-however faultily-like that. I used to13"beautiful" a lot. Never could I quite remember that the "e"went 14the "a".15my teacher in high school very much.16eventually the e's and a's settled into their17places. I am glad I didn't 18on them though. "Pretty" is 19to spell but it doesn't hold as much as you mean sometimes. And thanks to Mrs White, I had no20about writing what I meant even if I couldn't quite spell it out. Because life isn't Pretty. It's Beautiful.

    I was driving in my car the other day. The sun was out, the radio was playing, and I was 1 along. The song was a 2 one and even my weak voice sounded good singing it. Then it 3, however. The sweet sound of the music 4 and there came the 5 news. Gas prices 6 again. Fans of two sports teams got into fight. I sighed and wondered about this 7 world we live in.

    8, I could take no more and turned off the 9. Silence seemed preferable to listening to 10 else about the crazy, competitive society we live in. I slowed down as I entered a town and 11 the people as I drove by. A tall man was 12 an elderly lady out of a car and helping her place her walker so she could go into store. A smiling woman was 13 food onto the square while a dozen birds flew down to enjoy the 14 being laid out before them. A young man was walking along, carrying his 15 safely in his arms. When the daughter pulled the hat off his head, they both 16. I laughed too as I looked at all of his 17. The radio may have been off in my car, 18 in my heart I was 19 singing.

    In truth, this world could have more kindness and less 20. Kindness makes us all winners in this life and our life is full of kindness, love and joy.