Mr Jackson was blind from birth. He owned a fruit 1 on a very busy street. 2 he was visually disabled, he ran his business pretty handsomely. He could see nothing and he could only 3 the things within his reach. 4 he was able to handle it and was content with everything he had.

    One day his son came to him. He told Mr Jackson in 5 that he read in the newspaper of a 6 who could operate on his eyes and allow him to see. The father and son traveled to the doctor and paid for the 7.

    After the operation, the doctor asked Mr Jackson, “What is the first thing you are 8 to see when I take the bandages off?” He replied, “I really want to see my beautiful 9 on my stand!”

    The doctor and the son 10 Mr Jackson down to the busy street where his fruit stand had been located for so many years. The doctor 11 unwrapped the bandages 12 he could lay his eyes on the beautiful fruit! Mr Jackson was so full of 13 that he could finally see his life's work—taking care of his fruit! After a few hours of 14 his beautiful fruit stand, he looked down the street both ways and saw there were quite a few fruit stands in both directions. He looked 15 the street and saw many other fruit stands. He spent so much time looking at other people's fruit stands and 16 the competition. Soon his own business 17.

    From Mr Jackson's failure, we should know that everyone is a 18 individual with different fingerprints, DNA and thinking. What we need to do is just be ourselves and 19 everyone else to be who they are. Mind our own business and we should never be afraid of 20.

    One day, a boy was playing in a garden. He was running after butterflies and trying to catch them. He was very1to see the colorful flowers, too. Then he saw a frog skipping and2As he ran behind the frog, it went into the pond. A cow was eating grass in the garden. He saw how the cow was3grass. A fly then came there and buzzed over the 4It swung its tail to make the fly move away. The child clapped and 5 

    The boy was enjoying the beauty of nature. He said,＂Nature is6 Its beauty attracts everyone.＂

    When he saw a squirrel, he ran after it and7near the bed of roses. He tried to pick some of the roses, but a thorn 8his finger. It was very painful. The boy started9and ran to his mother who was in the10 

    His mother asked him,＂What is the matter?＂The boy said, ＂The thorn of the rose 11 my finger while I was picking it and now I feel12 pain.＂ His mother said,＂That was your13You should not have tried to pick the flower. The flowers are meant to be14and not to be picked. Besides, natural beauty should never be 15We should help to protect nature.＂The son said,＂I will 16remember what you have just told me, Mom.＂The mother said,＂Let me know what you have 17today.＂ Her son explained,＂We should protect 18living beings, whether animals or19 We should never harm them. We should not harm nature.20we do, it may harm us in the long run, too.＂

    Have you ever been sad because of failure? Please remember, for often achieving what you set out to do is not the most important thing.

    A boy decided to dig a 1 hole behind his house. As he was 2, a couple of old boys stopped by to give a/an 3. "What are you doing?" asked one of the 4. "I want to dig a hole all the way through the earth!" the boy 5 excitedly. The older boys began to 6, telling him that digging a hole all the way-through the earth was 7. After a while, the boy picked up a jar. He 8 it to the visitors. It was full of all kinds of stones and insects. Then he said calmly and 9, "Maybe I can't finish digging all the way through the earth,10 look at what I've found during this period!"

    The boy's goal was far too 11, but it did cause him to go on. And that is what a goal is 12 -to cause us to move in the 13 we have chosen, in other words, to cause: us to keep working!

    Not 14goal will be fully achieved. Not every job will 15 up with a success. Not every dream will come true. But when you16 short of your aim, maybe you can say, "Yes, but look at 17 I've found along the way! So many wonderful things have 18 my life because I tried to do something!"19 is in the digging that life is lived. It is a joy on the 20 that really makes sense.

    I was correcting students' homework in my office when I came across a piece of work which was quite similar to what I had read on line. At that moment, a 1 picture was called to my mind.

    It was in a Chinese class that my teacher praised me for my 2 composition. After giving some positive 3 on it, he asked me to read my composition 4 as a model to the whole class. I stood in front of the class 5 and proudly, reading it in my best voice. "The mountain stands there like a…"the mountain stands there like a…" I 6the first part of the sentence, but could not move on. What was worse, I heard some murmured voices which made me more7.

    "Did she write it?"

    "Hey, you must have8 it from others!"

    I stood there, staring at the notebook, mind totally9.

    10, at that moment, a low and gentle voice from my teacher saved me. I looked up at him and saw a friendly smile 11 his face. I realized that I was 12to continue. So, again, I raised my voice and 13 on my composition successfully.

    I did copy those words from a famous work. When I 14my composition I found a few beautiful lines in a book. "They will 15 color to my composition if I use them as mine." I thought 16 . Finally, those sentences became an important part of my homework.

    After class, I looked at my teacher 17 and waited for his criticism. But to my 18, he said, "You did quite well, but you can do better next time." Then he left, without any critical words.

    From then on I never copied others' work; 19, I wrote authentic compositions.

    Coming back from my memory, I 20 to correct my students' homework. I carefully underlined the part copied and just put down a question mark. Everyone makes mistakes. To error is human, to forgive, divine.

Wings of Angel

    I used to hate myself because I wasn't "normal". Everyone else could play on the monkey bars and ride on a bicycle, but not 1. I had a severe spinal cord disorder(脊髓病) and I knew I would always be much 2than others.

    I hated going to school and I hated 3at me. I hated seeing others smiling broadly and standing 4and tall. And most of all, I hated looking in the5and seeing an ugly and hunchback(驼背).

    My friends found me 6because I didn't let other get close to me. I thought I was going to go on like this for the rest of my life 7Angela appeared.

    That afternoon, I was sitting by myself in a corner of the school—a spot where no one would 8 me. That's when I first heard your voice.

    "Hi. Can I sit down?"

    I raised my head and there she was, with an irresistible smile on her round face.

"What are you looking at?" you asked.

    "Ants."

    "What are they doing?"

    "No 9."

    "I bet they're playing games and make friends. Don't you think so?"

    That was how our 10started and it didn't stop. We talked about everything under the sun—the ants, the clouds, my little niche(处境)—until it was sunset.

    Then suddenly, you saw my 11. She just stared.

    My heart 12. What I feared most had happened and I knew for sure she would13 me now.

    She stood up, pointed at my back and said, "I know14your back is hunched."

    I closed my eyes like a criminal waiting to be15. I begged in my heart for her to16, but you just kept on going. "I know what you've got in there. Do you?"

    "No," I answered 17.

    She bent and whispered in my ears.

    "Your back is bunched because you've got a pair of wings from the angels."

I was18. I looked into your eyes and her19 touched my heart. From that day on, I started to learn to20myself because I have the wings of an angel and a kind – hearted friend.

    I was touched so much. A while back, my three-year-old son and I settled back for his goodnight1. We lay down in his little bed and he said, "Daddy, when I get big can I live with you?" I assured him he could live with me2he wanted to.

    A moment later he said, "When you die you're going to feel3on your face and it will be me touching you." Then he4,"I will kiss you." He moved over, kissed me. I was aware of tears suddenly welling up in my eyes. I didn't want to explain5I was crying; as I opened my eyes to look at him, he was already6.

    I spent some time looking at him,7the minute and wondering about the depth of the8I'd had. It occurred to me that I didn't remember having much of this kind of9time with my father, and that this was a time that would be10short-lived. This time of11that forms a three-year-old's life, would soon be12. What will remain, however, will be the13of this short while reoccurring in my mind non-stop. It made all of the difficult14of being a father worthwhile.

    Sometimes, being a committed (承担义务的) father can feel like you're15the doorkeeper, driver, and16in the house. Then you will have "a17", one like this in which your child expresses18, pure, and unconditional love for you.

    When your kids have19home and you look back at these years, all of these will be strung (绑) together to20the memories of their lives with you.