Three small fish lived in the sea. When they were very young, their parents died. They had to 1 each other day after day. Finally, they grew up and are 2 enough to swim deeper and further.

    One morning. the three fish were 3 to a shallow (浅) water by a big wave (浪). A small boat was taken there, too. It was hard for the fish to go back to the sea because the boat was right in front of them. The largest fish realized that they were 4 and said they had to find a way to leave there as quickly as possible. The second largest fish 5 with his elder brother, but the youngest one did not. He said that there was much 6 for their activities, so he would not worry at all and still swam around 7. At last, the largest fish returned to the 8 by jumping over the lowest part of the boat. The second largest fish also succeeded in 9 his elder brother in the other side of water. But the youngest one didn't follow them and still swam joyfully.

    Two hours later, when the 10 rose up, the water in the small shallow corner dried up. The fish who did not try to return to the sea died of lack(缺乏) of water.

    Every year, a magazine called Executive Travel organizes a competition to find the best airline of the year. Travelers from all over the world are invited to vote for the most punctual(准时的), the safest and the friendliest airline. The competition also invites them to tell their most frightening stories during their travels. Now let's read some travelers' tales of1 flying experiences.

    One traveler shared his story which happened on an African airline. The flight had been overbooked(超额预定).The flight staff picked the2 out by saying that all passengers with boarding cards run around the plane twice; the 3 getting the seats.

    Another overbooked flight that was going from Heathrow Airport to America gave a traveler a bit of a shock. Dressed only in trousers, a shirt and socks, the traveler had been allowed to leave the plane to see 4 he could get a friend aboard. But when he 5a few minutes later, he found the plane closed up and about to start moving—with his shoes, wallet, passport and luggage on board. Striking heavily on the door, he was allowed to get back inside.

    Luggage is also a rich source of horror stories. There was the unlucky traveler who left Chicago where the temperature was-11℃. He was going to attend an important meeting in Dallas where the temperature was as 6 as 26.7℃. Unfortunately, his suitcase had gone to Los Angeles and wasn't able to be sent to him before the meeting. So he had to attend the meeting in a thick suit, a heavy overcoat and a fur hat.

    1 name is Chen Hui. I'm 2 Chinese boy. I 3 twelve. I 4English. I'm in 5. I'm in Class Seven, Grade One. My 6 name is Miss Gao. She is a good teacher.7school I have a friend.8 name is Ma Qiang.

    This is a photo of my 9. That man is my father.10 is thirty-nine. The woman is my mother, she is thirty-seven. The girl is my sister. She is ten. That boy is me.

    This is my friend, Li Xue. She is 1girl. Blue and green are her favourite2. She doesn't 3 yellow. She is 4 a blue sweater. Sweaters are her favourite 5. She likes pants, 6. She has two 7 of pants. 8 brown. 9shirt is this? It's Li Ming's. Li Ming is 10 brother.

    After school on Friday, I waited at the school gate to walk home with Jemma, as usual. Then I saw 1 talking and laughing happily with some other girls. She glanced (瞥了一眼) at me and left me alone there. I knew right then that I had 2 my best friend.

    At dinner, Mom asked, "Is Jemma coming by tomorrow?"

    I shrugged (耸肩) and said nothing.

    The next morning, Mom asked, "Today is 3, what are you and Jemma going to do?"

    I shrugged again. "4 is Jemma?"

    Mom took a look at me. Then she said, "Will you take these magazines to Grandma, please?"

    5 I walked down the street, a new girl in the neighborhood came towards me, smiling. But I just went 6 her.

    Grandma welcomed me at the door with a warm hug.

Sitting on the sofa, I noticed a (an) 7 of kids in old-fashioned clothes on the table. Grandma pointed at a girl with short fair hair.

    "That's Beth Lambert," she said. "My best friend. Until a week before we took this photo."

    I was 8 at that.

    "Beth and I were best friends in school. We did everything 9. Then one day, she made new friends and said she didn't want to hang out with me anymore. Nothing hurt 10 that."

    I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I knew I'd start 11 if I opened my mouth.

    Grandma hugged me again. "Simone, sometimes friends grow 12. It might happen to anyone," she continued. "Then, see him?" Grandma's finger 13 to a boy with glasses in the photo. "He lived near me. When I was walking home by myself 14 this boy was, too, I said ‘hello'. And we became friends."

    "So, if we want to start a new friendship," she smiled. "One 15 is all it took."

    As I was heading home, that new girl appeared again. I went towards her and spoke, "Hello."

    The first day of university our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't know. I stood up to look around when a1hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled(有皱纹的) , little old lady with a smile. She2a minute and said. "Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and responded "Of course you may!" and then she gave me a big one.

    We became immediate friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I always loved listening to this "time machine"  3she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus role model and she4made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she loved the attention from the other students.

    At the end of the term we invited Rose to speak at our football club. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the platform. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her cards on the floor. A little upset she simply said. "I'm sorry I'm so nervous. I5beer for Lent(大斋节) and this wine is killing me！I'll never get my speech back in order" As we laughed, she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There is a huge6between growing older and growing up. Anybody can grow older, but it does take talents and abilities to grow up. .

    One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. However, these words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.