One day, a boy was playing in a garden. He was running after butterflies and trying to catch them. He was very1to see the colorful flowers, too. Then he saw a frog skipping and2As he ran behind the frog, it went into the pond. A cow was eating grass in the garden. He saw how the cow was3grass. A fly then came there and buzzed over the 4It swung its tail to make the fly move away. The child clapped and 5 

    The boy was enjoying the beauty of nature. He said,＂Nature is6 Its beauty attracts everyone.＂

    When he saw a squirrel, he ran after it and7near the bed of roses. He tried to pick some of the roses, but a thorn 8his finger. It was very painful. The boy started9and ran to his mother who was in the10 

    His mother asked him,＂What is the matter?＂The boy said, ＂The thorn of the rose 11 my finger while I was picking it and now I feel12 pain.＂ His mother said,＂That was your13You should not have tried to pick the flower. The flowers are meant to be14and not to be picked. Besides, natural beauty should never be 15We should help to protect nature.＂The son said,＂I will 16remember what you have just told me, Mom.＂The mother said,＂Let me know what you have 17today.＂ Her son explained,＂We should protect 18living beings, whether animals or19 We should never harm them. We should not harm nature.20we do, it may harm us in the long run, too.＂

    8-year-old Jiang Tianjian was eating his regular breakfast of rice noodles with his mother on a Sunday. There's nothing unusual about that 1 the way the boy was holding his chopsticks－in between his 2.

    Jiang was born in 2009 without any arms. When his mother, Li Hongmei, was pregnant (怀孕), all of the five prenatal ultrasounds (超声检查) she had 3 that nothing was wrong. Soon after Jiang was born, 4, a nurse came into the room with a 5 look on her face, informing Li that her son didn't have any arms. Despite the fact that some of her family suggested it be best to 6 the boy, Li determined that she would 7 herself to helping her son. From the time he was 18 months old, Jiang has been8 how to do everything with his feet and now he has the 9 to write Chinese characters, solve math problems, draw pictures, play games on his cell phone and 10 do jigsaw puzzles using just his feet.

    According to the class monitor, Jiang was sometimes laughed at because of his 11, but she said the majority of the classmates had 12 on him, playing with him and helping him go to the toilet. Chen Xiuhua, Jiang's head teacher, said he 13 on top. The 52-year-old said she had never seen 14 severely disabled student and 15 that she was worried when she learned that Jiang would be joining her class. But the boy 16 himself from the moment the two met, bowing and greeting Chen with a confident “hello, teacher”. He was excellent 17, scoring full marks in Chinese and math in the midterm exams－the 18 student in his class to do so.

    Unavoidably, life throws a lemon to us which makes us sour and heartbroken. Don't let it 19 you down. All the hard work will20, and Li hopes he will continue to develop his talent in other aspects.

    Kindness is a key value that God desires us to have. When you give kindness to others, it will be returned to you. Finally, we 1 having the whole house 2 today. It was hard to work in this situation. But I 3 good coffee and beautiful biscuits, which made our work easier. We didn't complain and moved the 4 each night, so the painting could be completed 5.

    I became friends with this young 6 over the two weeks while he painted. We weren't going to paint the bathroom area 7 painting there possibly made it inconvenient to use the bathroom. Instead, we 8 to paint it later. But he 9 a suggestion about getting it 10 quickly for me and also painted the front door in this shiny paint.

    When we went to 11 him, he refused my money. He said the bathroom and the door were free of 12, which was a gift to me. Because I had never experienced such things before, I felt 13. He explained that I had made him so 14 that he wanted to do this.

    On the last day, I also bought him a 15 to go to the entertainment center in the city in order to 16 himself. We went there. A meal was part of it and the seats lay back, which were very safe and 17 to sit on. He was thankful and satisfied. I told him that I wanted to show my 18on how well he had been working in my 19. I said I would really like to thank him. He loved my treat. We did have a good 20 there.

    There are many kinds of friends. Some are always 1 you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only 2 friends leave footprints.

    I shall always recall the autumn and the girl with the 3. She will always bring back the friendship between us, I know she will always be my best friend.

    It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves 4on the cool 5. In such a season, I liked walking alone in the leaves, 6to the sound of them.

    Autumn is a 7season and life is uninteresting. The free days always get me8. But one day, the sound of a violin 9 into my ears like a stream （小溪） flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was 10 in playing her violin.

    I had 11seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn't know that I had been 12there for so long but my existence did not seem to disturb her.

    Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building 13 I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became 14. 15we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believe she also loved me.

    Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly16. To my astonishment, the girl came over to me.

    “You must like violin. ” she said.

    “Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.

    Suddenly, a 17expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual.

    “I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that 18me. ” she said.

    “In fact, it was your playing 19gave me a meaningful autumn,” I answered, “Let's be friends.”

    The girl smiled, and so did I.

    I never heard her play again in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen like before. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine figure of the girl. She is like a 20 — so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that it makes the autumn beautiful.

    I have lived in Keelung for over twenty years. Before 20, I had not traveled abroad. The 1 places I had visited were scenic spots in my hometown. I was always told to come back home right away after school. My two schools were very 2; it took less than fifteen minutes to arrive at the schools from home.

    3 I was a junior-high-school student, after a final exam, a few classmates 4 me to visit Taipei. Needless to say, I was full of 5 and asked Mother for 6 to join this hike. But to my 7, my mother refused my request because she was worried about my 8. In spite of(尽管) the fact, I tried to 9 her, telling her about our destinations and my classmates' 10 experiences of visiting Taipei, but she just said, “Unless parents 11 you, you can't go." I did my best to 12 her but it was all in vain. I faced a dilemma. On the one hand, I knew that Mother's firm disagreement was because my brother was injured in an accident when he was traveling. To be a considerate son, should I 13 my desire? On the other hand, I didn't want to 14 a valuable opportunity to grow up and to be 15. Filled with sadness and anger, I 16 a cold war with Mother. I neither talked with her nor did I go out of my room. Two days later, my mother not only 17 my classmates about the visit but also called their parents to 18 safety problem. Through a number of phone calls, finally she agreed. Before I left, 19, she once again talked about her concern. I listened carefully and patiently and gave her a thankful embrace because I knew that was the way my mother's 20 went.

Ever since we were together, my wife has known about a magical place called Lincoln City, a modest beach town on the central-Oregon1 . But for me, it holds a Shangri-La-like myth. Lincoln City is where I spent one2 week each year as a boy,3 the rough beaches for beautiful pebbles, fishing off the local pier, and4 matches outside my aunt's beach house. These are5 my happiest childhood memories.

So, it was with great6 that, not long after marrying, I took my wife to visit the "Best Place" in the world. For me, it was every bit as7 as I remember. For her, no so much. She couldn't8 the fishy smell as well as the chilly wind: Ever since, she has considered Lincoln City my unexplainable 9 with no basis in reality.

In most cases, our assessments of a place or experience seldom differ. In this case, our wildly10 , perceptions of Lincoln City can be11 . by one of the strangest and most powerful feelings that humans12 : nostalgia(怀旧). Psychologists have defined nostalgia as a self-conscious, 13 but dominantly positive experience, a defense response to unhappiness and a relief from a negative mood. Maybe that is why on a windy14 day, the kind that would normally make me15 . a fishy smell will bring me the mixed feelings that my wife couldn't share.