Jim and his brother lived on the 80th level. When coming home one day, to their 1, the lifts were not working and they had to 2the stairs.

    After reaching the 20th level, breathless and tired, they decided to3their bags and come back for them the next day. They climbed4. When they got to the 40th level, Jim's brother started to 5. However, they6to climb the flights of steps, arguing all the way to the 60th floor.

    They then 7that they only had 20 levels more to climb and decided to stop arguing and continue climbing8. They reached their home at long last. Each stood calmly before the door and waited for the other to9the door. And they realized that the10 were in their bags which were left on the 20th floor.

    This story is a reflection (反映) of our life. When 11, many of us are asked to do as our parents and teachers expect. We 12 get to do the things that we really like and love and are under too much pressure (压力) 13 by the age of 20, we get tired and decide to14 this load (负担).

    Once 15  of/ about the pressure, we work harder to realize our dreams. But by the time we reach 40 years old, we find it 16 to realize them and begin to feel unsatisfied and complain, and 17them. Reaching 60, we realize that we have18 cause for complaint anymore, and we begin to walk the final stage with19.

    So follow your dreams and20for them carefully, never complain and lose your key, and your dreams will come true one day.

    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 2to keep their light lit through the 3of 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 11back 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 13so I could see them but I didn't even look at them. "You've got to see what I found first," I 14her 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.

    One day, a poor boy who was trying to pay his schooling by selling goods from door to door found that he only had one dime left. He was hungry so he decided to 1 for a meal at the next house.

    However, he lost his nerve 2 a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked 3so she brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it 4, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?”

    “You don't owe me anything,” she 5. “Mother has taught me never to accept pay for a 6” He said, “Then I thank you from the bottom of my heart.” As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger 7, but it also increased his faith in God and human race. He was about to give up and quit before this point.

    Years later the young woman became seriously ill. The local doctors were confused. They finally sent her to the big city, where specialists can be called in to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly，now 8, was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light 9 his eyes. Immediately, he 10 and went down through the hospital hall into her room. 11 in his doctor s gown he went in to see her. He 12 her at once. He went back to the consultation room and 13 to do his best to save her life. From that day on, he gave 14 attention to her case.

    After a long 15 the battle was won. Dr. Kelly 16 the business office to pass the final bill to him for 17.

    He looked at it and then wrote something on the side. The bill was sent to her room. She was afraid to open it because she was negative that it would take the rest of her life to pay it off. Finally she looked, and the note on the side of the bill caught her 18. She read these words...

“Paid in full with a glass of 19.” (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.

    Tears of joy flooded her eyes as she 20 silently. “Thank you, God. Your love has spread through human hearts and hands.”

    A terrible fever made Anne Sullivan nearly lose her eyesight in her childhood, and the doctors said she was a hopelessly mad girl. She had been1in the basement of a mental hospital (精神病医院) in Boston. Sometimes, little Annie2 hit anyone who came near to her. She ignored everyone who appeared in front of her most of the time.

    However, an old nurse 3 that little Annie had hope. She went to4little Annie every day. The child ignored her in most cases, but the old nurse5stopped seeing her every day in the basement. The6 lady left cookies for little Annie and spoke words full of encouragement to her. She believed that as long as she showed7, little Annie could get better.

    Finally, the doctors noticed the8in little Annie. They moved her upstairs and her condition continued9Then her last day there came, and the child who seemed to be "10" went out of the locked door of the mental hospital.

    After she grew up, Anne Sullivan hoped to11 others, just as the kind old nurse helped her. She became the12of Helen Keller. She13her, trained her strictly and worked with her14she lit the candle that brought15to the whole world. Anne Sullivan16a miracle (奇迹) in the life of Helen Keller. But first it was a kind nurse who had full17in little Annie that turned a(n)18 child into a great teacher.

    If there had been no Anne Sullivan, the name of Helen Keller would not be19But if there hadn't been a20who kept showing love, Anne Sullivan wouldn't be known to the world, either.

    When my wife, Jane, and I were 16, we were in the same class. About a week before Thanksgiving Day, we found out that our teacher Edward was having some 1challenges. We wanted to do something to help, so as a class we 2to gather food, clothing and gifts to 3his family had a good Thanksgiving Day.

    When Jane told her family about our plan, her mother was 4. Together they searched their house for things they could 5. Her mother went to the kitchen, 6 a big turkey and saying, "Thanksgiving Day won't be 7without a turkey dinner." To this day, Jane remembers how moved she was by her mother's 8.

Before making our 9, we said a prayer of appreciation for the wonderful 10 to help others. I will never forget the surprised 11 of our teacher and his wife when they 12 the door; their four children gathered around them as we handed out the gifts. It was a cold night; we all felt warm inside, 13.

    Last month while I was in a meeting, my secretary informed me, "Your high school teacher Mr. Edward is wondering if you could 14 him a few minutes. He's sitting in your office right now!"

    I left my meeting and went to my office 15. My teacher and I hugged and began to 16 the last 42 years. He told me he 17 remembered that cold winter night when we brought the 18of Thanksgiving Day to his family. The food and gifts were certainly appreciated, 19what warmed his heart that night was to see a group of teenagers who understood the 20of Thanksgiving Day.

My childhood memories involve sitting with my dad in his study every night. When he came home from work, he would put his 1items away: his watch, wallet, comb and car keys which would always 2the same spot on the table.

Dad's 3was jade green. He bought it when he married Mum, which made it two years older than I was. Every night, he would smile, and hand me the comb: "Be a good girl and help Daddy 4it, OK?"

I would excitedly turn the tap on, and brush it with a used toothbrush. When I 5returned it to Dad, he would smile at me, and place it on top of his wallet.

Two years later, I started primary school. That was6Dad's business wasn't doing so well, He didn't come home as 7as he used to, and when he did, it was always late and I'd already be in bed. So the uncomfortable silence between Dad and me 8.

Now 28, I've 9from college and got a job. One day last year, Dad came home early. I helped him carry his bags into his10. When I turned to leave, he said: "Hey, would you like to help me clean my comb? It's been a while since I 11cleaned it." I looked at him a while, then took the comb, and headed to the sink. It hit me then: why, as a child, helping my dad clean his comb was such a joy. That routine meant that my dad was home early to spend the evening with Mum and me. It meant a happy and loving family. With 12in my eyes, I brushed it with an old toothbrush.

When I 13the clean comb back to him, Dad looked at it, smiling, and then carefully put it on his wallet. But this time, I had noticed something different: Dad has 14. He has wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiles, yet his smile is still as 15as before.