It is almost Molly's birthday, and she wants only one thing. She1 that Dad can be home for her birthday. Molly's father is a 2 driver.

    Dad wakes (唤醒) Molly up on her birthday, “3, Molly !” he says. “It is a beautiful day today. The weather is nice. It's a great day for a 4.”

    “Where are you going today, Dad?” Molly asks. She doesn't feel 5 because she thinks her father is going to work on her birthday. Can't he 6Molly?

    “I mean where we are going,” Dad says. “7 are going for a ride in my taxi! Our first8 will be the meal. We will have a special birthday9!”

    “Wow!” Molly says, “10 will we go after that?”

    “Anywhere you like,” Dad says with a smile.

    Once there was a king called David. He lived in a golden place with his 1. He was rich, but he still loves 2 very much.

    One day, a god called Gory got lost and woke up in the garden of David's place. The king 3 him for some days. Gory was very grateful (感激的) and 4 to give David anything he wanted. David was happy and said, "I would like everything I touch to turn into gold."

    At first David was very 5. He touched a table and it became gold. But as he reached out for an apple, it turned into gold and he couldn't 6 it. David became scared. At that moment, his daughter entered the room. David rushed over to hug her. Suddenly, he realized that his daughter was a 7, golden statue (雕像). David cried 8. Then he turned to Gory. Gory told him to go down to the river and wash his 9. David did as what Gory told. Then he returned to the 10. He found everything changed back when he touched the gold.

    From then on, David didn't care for gold any longer.

    I was invited to attend a presentation at the Kentucky School. That evening I found gratitude had amazing 1 to change our attitude and our life.

    The young musician Mr. Patrick was rolled onto the stage in his wheelchair and began to play the piano. His fingers danced across the keys as he 2 beautiful music. He then began to sing as he played, and it was wonderful. But what shocked me most was his magic smile.

    Patrick was born with no eyes and an illness in the legs, which3 him lame for life. However, as a child, he was 4 with artificial eyes and placed in a wheelchair. Before his first note, he discovered the piano. When his mom hit any note on the piano, and within one or two 5, he'd get it. By his second birthday, he was playing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star". His father was overjoyed. "We might not play baseball, but we can play music together."

    When Patrick was at the University of Louisville, his father 6 classes with him. He was also a part of the 214-member marching band! He was a blind, wheelchair-bound trumpet player; and he and his father did it together. His father 7the night shift（夜班）in order to accompany his daytime band practice. Patrick says, "My dad's my hero."

    But even more than his unbelievable musical talent, it was Patrick's "attitude of gratitude" that touch my soul. On stage, between songs, he talked to the audience about his life and about how 8 he was with a great father. When his performance was over, Patrick and his father were on the stage together. The crowd rose to their feet and cheered for over five minutes.

    We all face misfortune in our lives.9 ， it's not the hardship but how we react to it that will determine the joy and happiness in our lives. During tough times, do we spend too much time feeling10 for ourselves, or can we, with gratitude, learn how to dance in the rain?

    One morning, I was waiting at the bus stop, worried about1 late for school. There were many people waiting in line at the bus stop, but most of them just stared (盯着) at their mobile phones, listening to music or going through the WeChat 2. No one talked or laughed.

    3 the bus finally came, we all hurried on board. I got a place next to the window, so I had a good view of the sidewalk. A boy 4 a bike caught my attention. He 5 beside the bus while waving his arm. I heard a passenger behind me shouting to the 6, but he 7to stop until we reached the next stop. The bus drove fast, and the boy tried his best 8 up with it. It 9 that he was a little tired, but he still kept riding. And he was carrying10 over his shoulder and shouting.

    Finally, when we came to the next stop, to our surprise, the boy ran up to the 11 of the bus. I heard an exciting conversation. Then the driver stood up and asked, "12 anyone lose a suitcase at the bus stop?" A woman on the bus shouted, "Oh, dear! It's mine." She pushed her way to the driver and took the suitcase 13. Everyone on the bus began talking about 14 the boy did, and the crowds of strangers suddenly became15 to one another.

    Sometimes even something small can change the relationship among people a lot. What an unforgettable experience!

    A poor young man named Liang lived in a small Chinese town. One night, an old man visited Liang in a dream. He gave Liang a brush.

    "Use this magic brush to help the 1." he said," but don't use it to help people who are rich and greedy (贪婪地), or the skill will leave your 2 and you will never paint again."

    When Liang3, he found the brush lying on the table by his bed. He painted a butterfly and was 4 to see it fly off the paper.

    Liang went out of his house and started to paint for the people in need. He painted food for 5 people and clothes for the people who were cold.

    However, a rich man heard about the brush and asked Liang to paint some gold for him but Liang didn't 6.

    "If you don't paint for me, I'll cut your fingers off," the rich man said, "Then you will never 7again."

    So Liang painted an island of 8 in the middle of a blue sea.

    "How will I 9the island?" asked the rich man. Liang painted a boat for the rich man, who got in it and went on his way toward the island.

    But when the rich man was halfway there, Liang painted a 10 in one side of the boat. The boat sank into the water and nobody ever saw him again.

    I stood in my grandmother's front yard with my son. He had a bottle of soapy water and a plastic loop (圈). You know the type. You dip (浸) the loop in the bottle, pull it 1 and blow it to make bubbles (气泡).

    My son dipped and dipped and blew and blew, but 2to blow bubbles. He handed me the bottle and loop and asked me, "Daddy, 3 you make bubbles?" I hadn't blown bubbles for years. I am a chemist by education. All my knowledge is 4 when it comes to trying to blow bubbles from a loop filled with soapy water. I had no more success than my son.

    After several tries 5the loop of soapy water, I gently (轻轻地)breathed on it. My son cried with joy as a big beautiful bubble 6 and moved slowly in the air. He grabbed (抓住)the loop, dipped and blew. No bubbles. I7 explained to him, "Son, you can't blow so hard; you must ever so gently breathe on the loop to make bubbles." He followed my8 and blew gently. This time he made a big beautiful bubble, then 9…

    There are some things that you can get with force, 10 there are other things that only come with the gentleness of a soft breath. The closer something is to higher spirit, the more it is like bubbles; it can't be forced.