No visitor was left in the museum now, and John was walking around to check if everything was all right.1 he saw a beautiful painting lying on the floor. John2 and gave it to the curator (馆长). The curator called several museums to check if it was a stolen painting3no one claimed(认领) it. So the curator decided to hang it.4said it was beautiful and had a very deep meaning. The curator was5to have such a painting in his museum and congratulated John on his discovery. Some weeks later a woman and her 6came to the museum. While they were looking at that painting, the little boy began to7. The curator went over and asked what was making him so sad. The child pointed to 8and said, "That's my painting and I want it back."

    "Yes," said his mother. "He 9it on the floor a few weeks ago. If you look carefully, you can see the name on the painting. " The curator 10believe his ears when he heard the truth.

    My mother only had one eye. And because of this, I never wished her to show up in my school, being afraid that my classmates would 1 I had an ugly mother.

    One day during primary school, I was terribly ill. My mother came.

    "Your mom only has one eye?" asked some of my classmates. I was so 2.

    I wished my mother would just 3 from this world." If you make me teased(嘲笑), why don't you just die?" I shouted at her, taking no notice of the sad look on her face. My mother just handed me some medicine and left without saying 4.

    At that time, I felt 5 to say what I always wanted to say, and I didn't think I had hurt her feelings very much. That night I saw my mom crying in her room, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might 6 me. Even so, I hated her tears from one eye. I made a decision: I must study hard and leave my mother.

    Years later my dream came true. I was quite successful and lived 7. I never thought of going back to see my" ugly "mother until one day I got a letter, which said, "My son... I'm sorry I only have one eye. When you were little, you got into a(n) 8 and lost your eye. As a mom, I couldn't stand watching you live with only one eye.9 gave you mine. I was never angry with you and I never regretted

(后悔) what I did because I 10 you..."

    I cried out aloud. Only then did I realize how beautiful my mother was!

The American book Who Moved My Cheese has been a bestseller all over the world. It teaches people how to face1 in their lives. The book tells us that when facing a new situation in our life，like a new school or new friends，we shouldn't fear. 2 ，use them to make a better life. This book is mainly for teens. 

The book gives a（n）3 of that at school. A school is changing from having two terms to three terms because the number of students there is getting4 . Several teens are talking about this. Most of them are5 . But Chris is not. He laughs and tells a story about two mice，two "little people" and some cheese. 

The four are in a maze （迷宫） looking for the cheese. Here，cheese means something6 in life. But they find the cheese IS gone. The mice realize that they can't change what7 and have to find more cheese. This means finding different dreams. The little people can't do this. They are afraid of changes so they find8 . 

9 Chris finishes the story，the friends understand one thing：10 more cheese，move in a new direction quickly. His friends now understand how this can be used in the changes all teens face，such as doing well at school or feeling good about yourself. 

When I was in fourth grade, I worked part-time as a paperboy. Mrs.Stanley was one of my customers. She'd watch me coming down her street, and by the time I'd biked up to her doorstep, there'd be a cold drink waiting.

I'd sit and drink while she talked. Mrs. Stanley talked mostly about her dead husband,"Mr.Stanley and I went shopping this morning." she'd say. The first time she said that, cola went up my nose.

I told my father how Mrs. Stanley talked as if Mr.Stanley were still alive. Dad said she was probably lonely(孤独的)， and that I should sit and listen and nod my head and smile, and maybe she'd go out from her sadness. So that's what I did, and it turned out Dad was right. After a while, she seemed to be better then.

I finally stopped delivering newspapers and didn't see Mrs.Stanley for several years. One day, we saw her at a church. She was spooning potatoes and looking happy. Four years before, she had to offer her paperboy a drink to have someone to talk with. Now she had friends. Her husband was gone, but life went on.

I live in the city now, and my newsboy is a lady named Edna with three kids. She asks me how I'm doing. When I don't say "Fine," she sits down and listens to my problems. She's lived in the city most of her life. She knows about the neighborhood. The neighborhood is a state of mind. You find it whenever people ask how you're doing because they care, and not because they're getting paid to do so. Sometimes it's good to Just smile, nod your head and listen.

I have been a writer for the school newspaper the Dagligtale, since my first day here at the University of Alberta. I probably won't work as a reporter after I finish university, but this doesn't mean my experience as a reporter has been useless. In fact, I have learned something important through this job.

I still remember my first news story. It was about the winning of the school baseball team. I came to the celebration and was told to do some interviews (采访). I was afraid. Talking to people I don't know was one of my worries. But I tried my best and did it. I talked to the students, the players and the team leader. It was something I had never dreamed of doing before. This experience made me believe in myself and helped me to improve my social skills (社交技能).

As a student reporter, I have learned to do research and to think carefully about what I read. Finding out the facts is important when you are writing for the school newspaper, but in the Information Age, this is also a useful skill in everyday life.

As a student reporter, I always know that I have a lot to learn. I'm never afraid of asking people for advice. I have learned how to use it to make improvements to myself.

To be a reporter is not easy, but I'm thankful that I have had the chance (机会) to try my hand at it. It has taught me to be a better storyteller, student and citizen. If you are ever given a chance to write for a school newspaper or magazine, take it and learn everything you can!

I'm Peng Jingxuan, I'm a Chinese student in France. I'm very busy this1 , because I have many subjects to learn. 

Of all the2 , I like music best. My music teacher is3 . 

She works 4 to make the class fun. She makes everyone in the class5 special. I like most of the 6 , but my favourite is Chinese guzheng. I'm 7 playing it. I spend hours 8 it every day. It is 9 for me to learn music. It always makes me feel better. I think music is very 10 . I want to be a musician(音乐家) 11 . 

Very few people in France 12 about Chinese guzheng. So I play it on the streets. Many people think it is 13 . They ask me what instrument it is 14 where it is from. I'm happy to tell 15 . I hope more people love Chinese culture(文化).