One day, while I was walking to work, I decided to bring some flowers that I had picked from my garden that morning. On the way, I 1 a stranger and presented the bunch to him with a smile card. 2 by the sense of joy I felt from giving flowers to another person, and may be 3 his day, I wanted to do it again.

    When I got to my office, I had the 4 of anonymously(匿名地) leaving flowers around the workplace. The impersonal(无人情味的) 5 of the building where I work makes me 6 . It just feels a little boring sometimes, 7 it's a nice building with great light. I 8 lots of people might feel the same way, so why not put a little 9 there, and throw in an inspirational10 while I'm at it? After all, who doesn't like flowers?

    So, for the past month, I've been 11 flowers in a little cup on the sink in the bathroom.

    Each week, I 12 the flowers and the quote. It always feels 13 for me to read quotes like Henry David Thoreau's “If one advances 14 in the direction of his dreams, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.” and Gandhi's “The fragrance(香味) always 15 on the hand that gives the rose.” If anything, I figured, it at least makes me 16 each time I visit the bathroom.

    Then today, when I walked in, I noticed 17 flowers in the cup, and a quote that someone else had written! It 18 , “Be the change you wish to see in the world.”—Gandhi. This little act 19 me that, at the end of the day, we're all just people with hearts 20 the various roles and different hats we may wear in the workplace.

    I did a little dance and I am smiling wide for the rest of the day!

    It was a cold autumn morning a few years ago. I was driving along the mountain roads slower than usual trying to take in all the1colors. It was so beautiful. It was a day made for2Yet, part of me still felt3and insignificant in the middle of all of this heaven-sent beauty.

    As I rounded a curve(弯曲处), I4saw an old man hurrying along the side of the road. As soon as he saw me, he raised his thumb, hoping for a5. I braked and pulled over to the side of the road. I6the door and the white haired man got in with a smile. He was hoping to7to the local post office and8have tie to catch a bus. As I drove along, we laughed and talked about what a9day it was. Then just as I 10to drop him off, he turned to me and said “Thanks son. You were heaven-sent.”

    I 11away with a smile on my face and a12in my heart. I wasn't sure 13I had been “heaven-sent” for him but he 14had been “heaven-sent” for me. He had15me that I too was an important part of God's 16and that I should enjoy taking my place in it.

    In God's eyes, none of us is small. None of us is 17  All of us are heaven-sent. We are here to help each other. We are here to18our love and our kindness. We are here to make this world a better 19more beautiful place. May you always 20your place in God's glorious creation.

    I believe different people have experienced different adolescence, I must admit I was still an angry1in my first year of college. My 2 was that my parents didn't please me at all.

    Our finances were 3so I chose to go to a (n)4college and take a bus to classes every day. One day I had a(n)5fight with my father, We both explode into shouts,6 out of the house and missed my bus to school.

    I rushed all the way to school. As I7across the campus toward my class, I suddenly I realized didn't have the 8 that was due: a thought card. My professor asked us to 9 an index card with our names and the dales every Tuesday.10 what was to be on the rest of the card, we could write a thought, a question or something else.

    Now, outside the door, ten minutes later. I took an index card.11 to write something on it, I could only think about the 12 I'd just had with my dad. I wrote “I am the son of an idiot!” then13 into the room, and handed it to our professor.

    Next day, our professor 14 the thought cards and I 15 that he wrote, “What does the 'son of an idiot' do with the nest of his life?” The professor's innocent-seeming question16me to the issue: whose problem is it?17, my thinking began to shift, I realized that I had created a life18 I was not a central figure!

    The 19 of growth wasn't easy or fast. Years later, from a 20student, I became a successful student and then a successful teacher.

    Once upon a time, a group of businessmen were sailing on the Atlantic Ocean, 1 much American goods back to Paris, however, they 2 a terrible thunderstorm, both the men and ship 3 into the Atlantic Ocean 4 their goods.

    The only survivor of the shipwreck was washed up on a small, 5 island. He prayed 6 for God to rescue him, and every day he 7 the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. 8, he eventually managed to build a little hut(小木屋) out of driftwood to 9 him from bad weather, and to store his few 10. But then one day, after searching for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was shocked with 11 and anger. "God, how could you do this to me!" he cried.

    Early the next day, 12, he was awakened by the 13 of a ship that was 14 the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked the 15 man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke 16," they replied. It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad. But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and 17.

    Remember, next time your little hut is 18 to the ground, it just may be a smoke signal that calls for the grace of God. For all the 19 things we have to say to ourselves, God has a positive 20 to it.

    The auction(拍卖)took place on a mild morning. 1 , standing in front of an expectant 2 with a sign with his pig's picture, 15-year-old Wayion Klitzman was sweating.

    Waylon called his pig "Roo". The farm boy hoped the money from Roo's 3 would help with cancer research.

    It started with a 4 .

    In August 2017, Wayion 5 9th grade and in those first weeks of school, Wayion 6his algebra teacher, Kim Katzenmeyer, for support. Their special 7 grew over the last school year. "She saw the 8 in me and we just connected that way," said Wayion.

    Then Katzenmeyer's niece was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, a rare cancer that mostly 9children. After months of watching her niece receive cancer treatments, Katzcnmcyer 10her teaching job to volunteer full time at the cancer research charity, Beat NB.

    Katzenmeyer meant a lot to Wayion and he just wanted to 11 . Then he had an 12to auction his pig to 13 money for the cancer charity. So before the auction day, Wayion sent letters to people explaining his 14 to sell his pig and donate the profits to Beat NB. The letter 15 his beloved teacher whose niece was battling cancer.

    The auction turned out to be particularly 16 . Buyers kept 17 Way Ion's pig so he could sell it over and over. Wayion had thought that, with luck, his pig would bring in 18 over $ 600. In the end, Roo fetched more than $ 10,000 for Beat NB.

    "We give back to the community 19 we can. We are blessed to be able to be doing what we do," said one of the buyers with a 20 of pride.

We all know how it feels to get lost in a great book. But what's happening in our brains as we dive into it? How is it different from what happens as we experience real life? Now, a new study led by Dr Leila Wehbe and Dr Tom Mitehell of Carnegie Mellon University have provided partial answers to these questions. 

Since reading comprehension is a highly complex process, earlier studies tried to break that process down and focus on just one aspect at a time: mapping fMRI signatures（特征）associated with processing a single word or sentence, for example. "It's usually not like reading a book, and usually the stimulus（刺激物）consists of out-of-context sentences designed specifically for the experiment"

To address these issues, the researchers developed a computer program to look for patterns of brain activity that appeared when people read certain words, specific grammatical structures, particular characters" names and other aspects of the story—a total of 195 different "story features". In the study, they first asked eight volunteers to read Chapter 9 of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and recorded their brain activity using an fMRI scanner（扫描仪）. Then the researchers fed the volunteers' fMRI data into their computer program and had the program identify the responses of different brain regions to the 195 features mentioned above. 

The result showed that when the volunteers read descriptions of physical movement in the story, there was significantly increased activity in the posterior temporal cortex, the region involved in perceiving real-world movement. Besides dialogue was specifically related with the right temporoparietal junction, a key area involved in imagining others thoughts and goals. "This is truly shocking for us as these regions aren't even considered to be part of the brain's language system," Wehbe says. 

Next, Wehbe and Mitchell hope to study how and why language processing can go wrong. "If we have a large enough amount of data", Wehbe says, "we could find the specific ways in which one brain—for example, the brain of a dyslexic（诵读困难的）person—is performing differently from other brains." And this, the researchers think, may someday help us design individually tailored（特制的）treatments for dyslexia and other reading disorders.