Long ago there was a boy who was hungry for success. For him, winning was 1. One day, the boy was going to compete with two other young boys in a 2 in his village. A large crowd gathered to 3. Among the crowd was a wise old man.

    The race began. With strength and power, the boy 4. The crowd cheered and waved at the boy. The boy felt 5 and important. However, the wise man remained calm and said nothing.

     “6 race!” shouted the boy. The wise old man stepped forward and presented the boy with two new competitors, an old woman and a blind man. “This isn't a race!” the boy shouted angrily.

“Race!” 7 the wise man. The race started and the boy was the8 one to cross the line— the other two left standing at the starting line. The boy raised his arms excitedly. However, the crowd was 9 this time.

     “Why don't the people join in my 10?” he asked the wise old man.

     “Race again!” replied the wise man. “But this time, three of you should finish 11”

    The boy thought for a while, stood between the blind man and the old lady, and then took the 12 of the blind man and the old woman. The race began and three of them walked 13 to the finishing line and crossed it. The crowd cheered. The wise man smiled, gently 14 his head.

     “Who is the crowd cheering for?” asked the boy.

    The wise old man, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders, replied softly, “Little boy, for this race, you have won 15 than in any other race you have ever run before, and for this race, the crowd cheer not for any winner!”

    When I was little, my mother began selling flowers in Camden Market. She couldn't1me at home on my own, 2I had to go to the market with her.

    3, I didn't have to do anything. I just sat there, and my mother told me jokes and stories so I didn't get 4.When I got older, I gave my mother a hand and I really enjoyed it.

    Then one year, my grandma gave me a book for Christmas. It was all about making candles and I loved it. I was 14, and I didn't have to go to the market5because my mother could leave me at home on my own. I6my free time making candles of all shapes and sizes. I made7them.

    One day, my mother was ill, so I had to go to the market on my own. I decided to8some candles with me and see9I could sell them. They10in 20 minutes! The next week, my mother gave me some money to buy some wax (蜡) to make more candles. They were sold out really quickly, too.

    Ten months later, we decided11flowers. My mother and I couldn't make enough candles during the week, so some of my friends started to help us. I paid them one pound12every candle, and we 13sell them for three or four times. It was fun and my friends worked with me in the market.

    At the age of 22, my uncle14me some money and I opened my first shop in Portobello Road. Since then, I've15looked back, even in difficulties. In the first store, we only sold candles, but now we sell everything from the designer, furniture to paintings. Oh, and candles, of course.

    Miss Jane White is an English. She is in Beijing now. She has never been to(从未到过) Beijing before. She wants 1 to some interesting places. Because she is 2 there, she 3 Beijing well(know……well对……熟悉). She 4 some help. Look! She's 5 a policeman for help.

Miss White: 6. Could you tell me how to get to the Forbidden City（故宫）?

Policeman: 7. Go down this road, and 8 left at the second street. Then you will come to Chang'an Jie. Go along Chang'an Jie, and the Forbidden City is 9 the right. You can't miss it.

Miss White: Thank you a lot.

Policeman: You're 10.

    One summer day when I was in high school, my father sent me to buy some tools for our farm. I loved 1 better than driving our family truck to do something. But this time I was not so happy2 my father had told me I would have to ask for credit (赊账)at the store.3 is a proud age. The young men at that age want respect (尊重)but not charity. I had seen many times that my friends were 4 when they asked for credit. We lived in a poor village,5 was needed seriously. I knew clearly how difficult it might be to make the store owner believe me and get the credit.

    At Davi's Brothers store. Buck Davi was talking to a farmer. After I finished 6 the things I wanted, I walked to him. "I need to put these on credit." I said to him 7.

    The farmer gave me a 8 look. But Buck's face didn't change in the slightest. " No problem." He said in a relaxing voice, " I believe your daddy will 9 them in time." Then he turned to the farmer, " This boy is Jame William's son."

    The farmer nodded to me in a friendly way. At that time, I 10 pride. Jame William's Son, there three 11 opened a door to an adult's respect and trust.

    That day I 12 that a good name of great importance. My father's good name had won our neighbors' respect for our family. A good name, and the responsibility (责任)that came with 13 encouraged us a lot. They made us be 14than we might be. We also wanted to be regarded as good people.15 acting like good people for a long time, we became good out of good habits.