About five hundred years ago, an earthquake (地震) happened in a small village. Luckily for them, nothing was destroyed (毁坏) and no one was hurt. But a huge stone fell from a nearby mountain and stopped in the middle of the road.

    When the earthquake stopped, many people came to the road and saw the stone. Some of the strongest men tried to lift the stone out of the road. But they couldn't move it. They tried to push it but failed. They tried to pull it with ropes but nothing worked.

    "Well," they said sadly, "there's nothing we can do about it. We'll have to change the way."

    At this time a boy about 12 years old said, "I think I can help you to move the stone away.

    "You?" they shouted. "What are you talking about?" The men all laughed at the boy.?

    The next morning, some people came into the road. One of them shouted, "The stone is gone." More people ran out to see what had happened. It was true. The stone wasn't on the road any longer. It wasn't even near the road.

    The boy walked over to where the stone had been and said, "I buried it."

    The people looked rather surprised. "You see," he said, "I dug a deep hole next to the stone and I dug a small incline (斜坡) up to the stone and the stone rolled (滚) down into the hole itself. Then I covered it with earth."

    The villagers shouted, "Clever boy! Clever boy!" And some of them said, "Why didn't we think out this good idea?"

    My dad had a keen imagination, and would play a little good-night game every day. He would 1 my room to talk to me and listen to the joys and sorrows of my day. As he was leaving, Dad would blow out my light like the birthday candles one, 2.

    As he did his little routine, Dad would say, "The light will be dark. As far as you're concerned, it will be dark all over the world because your world is the one you control totally by yourself. The world is yours to see that way. So, keep your light 3.

    When I was very young, I used to -4 there in bed after Dad left and try to understand what he meant, It was 5 as I was so young. What Dad was trying to tell me was that when I went to 6 at night, the world came to a stop, When I woke up in the morning I could 7 to see a fresh new world through my own eyes. In other words, if I woke up happy, the world was happy. If I woke up not feeling well, the world felt 8.

My father's guidance about self-aware and about the power of the eye of others was invaluable: "Everything depends on how you9 what happens in life. And what matters greatly is how you take it."

That good-night game with my father taught me that people's 10 of me aren't important. It's the way I handle them that makes the difference.

    Hello! I'm Mary Brown. I'm 1 English girl. Look! Here 2 a photo 3my family. This is 4sisters. 5 name is Mona. 6 is in Class One, Grade Eight. 7 is my uncle. His8 name is Bill. His 9 is Tony Brown. He is a student, too. Oh, Tony is my 10 .

    This is a story about a mountaineer named Phillip. Phillip belongs to a mountaineering team that planned to climb a mountain. He had a keen desire to be successful and well-known. Therefore, in order to enjoy the1of being the first to reach the mountaintop. Phillip went to climb the mountain alone one night while the other mountaineers were sleeping.

    Clearly, climbing at night wasn't a smart decision. But he still wanted to give it a go. After several hours' climbing, he2got to the top. How excited he was to see the top a few metres forward! But he suddenly slipped and started to fall. At that moment, his entire life flashed before him.

    While thinking about how close he was to death and how3he was, he felt the rope around his waist suddenly tighten around him. His body was hanging in mid-air.

    He screamed, "Somebody help me!"

    Suddenly, a low voice came from the valley(山谷), "Cut the rope!"

    "What？"He couldn't believe what he heard.

    "Cut the rope around your waist!"

    It was dark all around, so he couldn't see his surroundings. He4to cut the rope but to hold onto it as tightly(紧紧地) as he could

    The next morning, when his fellow mountaineers found him, he had died of exposure to the low temperature, holding tight to the rope in his hands. But he was only ten feet5a big rock!

    If he had cut the rope, he might have landed in a safe place, build a fire and6someone who passes by. Then he might have survived. So sometimes giving up is the way forward.