On that particular day after I finished giving my training course, I took a flight home. Upon 1 the plane, I noticed a boy who was around eight years old, sitting in the window seat 2 mine. Trying my best to be 3, I said “hello” and introduced myself, and he told me his name was Bradley. We started a 4 and within minutes, he took me into his confidence, saying, “This is the first time I have ever been on a plane. I'm a little bit 5.” I managed to 6 him.

    As we ascended (上升), he looked out of the window and started describing excitedly everything he was 7. Then he told me he needed to go to the bathroom, 8 I stood up to let him out into the aisle. It was then that I noticed the brace (支柱) on his legs. Bradley, 9 made his way down to the bathroom and back. Sitting back down, he 10, “I have muscular dystrophy(肌肉萎缩症), and so does my sister, who's in a 11 now.”

    As we descended (下降), he looked over, smiled, and spoke in a low, almost 12 voice, “You know, I was really 13 about who would sit beside me on the plane. I was afraid it would be someone who didn't want to 14 with me. I'm so 15 I sat beside you.”

    16 the whole experience later that night, I was reminded of the 17 of being open to the moment. Now when 18get(s) rough, I look out of the window, try to see what images the clouds are painting in the sky, 19 remember Bradley, the beautiful child who taught me that 20.

    The professor's house，big and untidy，stood alone at one end of a huge garden. The place was totally uncared for, quite 1 and overgrown with all sorts of useless things. I2my way through bushes and tall weeds to the front door and rang the bell.

    I was glad that I had found him. In twenty minutes, he 3 me right on all the 4 that had puzzled me. I was on the 5 of leaving when I looked out of his study window and said, “You're very fond of gardening, I see.”

    “No, I'm not,” he said. “ 6, I love this garden, though. It's 7 I always wanted it to be. I never touch it at all.”

    “It could be made lovely. It 8 a pity to let all this ground go to waste. But perhaps you don't 9 that way?” said I.

    “I don't. I lived here when I was a child, and I had 10 of gardening then. It was my father's hobby，you see. Unfortunately, he wasn't 11 enough to do it himself. My brother and I did all of it between us year after year. There was one right way and many wrong ways. Each blade (叶片) of grass was an enemy to be 12 by hand, not just cut off. I've spent a good part of life at work here.”

    “I see. You took a dislike to it, and now you're getting even!”

    “I dislike it. Then, of course, I didn't understand the 13 it had. It used to 14 me. It appeared in my dreams—a mistake here, something not quite straight here, the enemy showing its head in a place I was 15 to have cleaned. The work was too much. It seemed endless. The size of the place was itself a fight to a boy.”

    “And now it's yours，you're just letting it go to...”

    “16?” he said. “No，I don't agree with that. This garden and I are now the best friends. I like17 it grow18 its own way. I make no demands on it. I never disturb it, and it never disturbs me. It has19at last, and so have I.”

    “But the path is over grown. It's inconvenient for you，isn't it?”

    “That's part of my20” he laughed. “You can go out the back way. The weeds are shorter there because they don't get the sun.”

    When my husband and I got married, he worked as a mechanic (机修工) from midnight to 8 a.m. However, I worked during the 1So as he came home from work each morning, I was getting ready to2.

    We had very little3 then, so when Valentine's Day(情人节) came around that first year, I knew we couldn't 4 anything for each other. After he left to go to work the night before Valentine's Day, I decided to5 and make a Valentine's Day card for him. I 6 wrote a poem on the front of the card. When he came home the next 7 I felt foolish as I handed him the card8 that he wouldn't laugh at it. When he had finished9 it, he slowly raised his head and looked at me. Then he reached down into his pocket. When he pulled his10out, he was holding11

    He told me that he had12 it for me during his lunch hour, but he had been 13to give it to me because he thought I might think it was14and that I might laugh at it.

    It was a small heart made out of aluminum (铝)15I had stayed up all night making him a valentine card, he had been cutting out a16 for me. I still have the aluminum heart, and I17 it in my desk. Every time I see it, all those 18come flooding back to me. Over the years, we've been able to buy each other very nice19 presents for Valentine's Day. But none has ever been as dear or20 as much as those handmade gifts made from our hearts the first year that we were married.

    One day I was taking a bus. The driver didn't    1to start the bus soon because it was not yet 2.A middle-aged woman got on. Tired and sad, she told her story   3, not to anyone particular. On her way to the station, half of her    4was stole n. The other half was hidden under her blouse, so she 5still had some left. A few minutes later, she stopped crying, but still looked 6.

    When all the seats were taken, the driver started the engine. The conductor began to collect the fares. When  she came to an old man in worn-out clothes,  he    7that he had spent all his money as he accidentally got on a wrong bus and now was trying to g o home. On hearing this, she ordered the old man to 8the bus. The old man was almost in tears as he    9her to let him take the bus home. The driver took the conductor's side and repeated the conductor's 10.

    The woman was watching the incident. 11the driver and the conductor raised their voices at the old man, she interfered.

    “Stop 12him! Can't you see he's only trying to get home” “He doesn't have any money!” the driver 13.“Well, that's no 14to throw him off the bus.” She insisted.

    Then she reached inside her blouse, took out her15money, and handed it to the conductor. “Here's his fare and mine. Just stop giving him a16time.

    All heads turned to the woman. “It's only money,” she shrugged.

   She rode the rest of her way home 17a happy smile, with the money she'd lost earlier18. On the road of life, the help of strangers can 19our loads and lift our spirits. How much sweeter the 20will be when we make it a little smoother for others!

    Jean is a clever young woman who comes from a rich and famous family. She goes to a(n) 1 university and has everything that money can buy. Well, 2 everything. The only problem is that the people in Jean's family are so 3 that they can hardly find time to be with her.

    So Jean 4 a lot of her time on MSN. She likes being anonymous (匿名的), 5 to people who do not know about her famous family and her 6 life. She used the name Linda on MSN and has 7 a lot of friends who she contacts quite 8.

    Last year Jean made a very 9 friend on MSN. His name was David and he lived in San Francisco. David was full of stories and jokes. He and Jean had a common 10 in rock music and modem dance. 11 it always took them hours to talk 12 on MSN and sometimes they even 13 the time. Of course, they wanted to know more about each other. David 14 a picture of himself: a tall, good-looking young 15 with a big, happy smile. As 16 went by, they became good friends and often sent cards and small things to each other.

    When Jean's father told her that he was going 17 a business trip to San Francisco, she asked her father to let her 18 with him, so that she could give David a 19 for his birthday. She would take him the latest DVD of their favorite 20 singer. But when Jean knocked on David's door in San Francisco, she found that the special friend she had been contacting was a twelve-year-old boy named Jim.