Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia, I saw a water puddle (水坑) ahead on the path. I walk around to the side of the path that wasn't covered by water and1.As I reached the puddle, I was suddenly attacked! Yet I did nothing for it was so2I stepped back and my attacker stopped attacking me3attacking more, he flied in the air with its graceful4in front of me. Had I been hurt, I wouldn't have found it amusing but I was unhurt, it was5 and I was laughing. After all, I was being attacked by a butterfly!

    I took a step forward, and my attacker rushed me again. He pushed and 6.Me in the chest with his head and body over and over again with all his might. It's just not everyday that 7is attacked by a butterfly, so I stopped to find out the 8My attacker moved back as well to9 on the ground. That's when I discovered why my10was charging me only moments earlier. He had a mate beside the puddle11he landed and she was dying.

    Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed his wings as if to fan her. I could only12the love and courage of that butterfly in his concern for his mate, even though she was 13dying and I was so large. He did so just to give her those extra few 14moments of life. Now I knew why and what he was 15I couldn't do anything other than reward him by changing my 16 to the more difficult side of the puddle. He had truly 17 those moments to be with her, undisturbed. I cleaned the mud from my boots and left.

    Since then, I've always tried to remember the 18of that butterfly whenever I see huge 19 facing me. I use that butterfly's courage as an inspiration to 20myself that good things are worth striving for.

    I shopped today. While I was1at the grocery store, a woman followed behind me. She was standing by one of those shopping carts with the2in front. The basket held just a few3: some apples, corn, a loaf of bread, some canned goods, and a bunch of beautiful coral colored roses. Several times I4her looking at those lovely roses and5. I told her that they were, indeed, very lovely roses. She said, "I really do love them, and they're my6color."

    Well, just as I was 7, I heard her say to the 8, "You can put those roses back. I really couldn't 9 them." I turned around and asked her if she would allow me to get them for her. She10her head and said, "Why would you want to do that? You 11 don't have to." I replied that I just wanted to especially since she12them so much. She still seemed hesitant so I told her that she would be doing me a great kindness if she would13me to gift them to her.

    With tears in her eyes, she14and said, "I really do love them. Thank you."

    On the way home I was reminded of a 15I had heard decades ago and I've loved it ever since. The song is Bread and Roses. It's a 16 song on many levels and reminds us that we all need food, but we all also need 17.

    A line from this song fits this18 perfectly, I thought. It reads: "19starve as well as bodies. Give us20, but give us roses, too."

    Judging people by what he or she looks like has become a common practice in our daily life. Is it wise to do so? The 1 is "no".

    One day, a(n) 2lady and her husband, both 3in old but tidy clothes, walked into the 40ffice of Harvard University without being 5 The president could6in a moment that they had no business at Harvard, and probably didn't deserve(值得)to stay here. For hours, the president 7 them, hoping that they would 8become discouraged and go away. 9, they didn't. Then the lady said with great care, "We had a son that 10Harvard University, he loved Harvard. Unfortunately, he was killed 11. We would like to donate(捐钱)a building to Harvard University in memory of our son." The president was 12at what he heard. He stared at the ordinary woman, "Donate a building? Do you have an 13 how much a building costs? We 14more than seven million dollars setting up a chemistry lab, can you 15 to set up a building?"

    The lady was 16 for a moment. The president was pleased: He could 17them now. The lady turned to her 18and said quietly, "Is that all costs to start a 19?" her husband nodded. The couple walked away, travelling back to Palo Alto, California 20 they built a university named after their son-Stanford University, which turned out to be a famous university in America.

Two Candles

    Tom was a middle-aged leather trader whose repeated failure in career made him a depressed man, often 1 that he had been cheated by others. One day he told his wife he was so 2 with the city that he had to leave.

    So his family moved to another city. It was the evening of a weekend. When Tom and his wife were busily 3 up their new home, the light suddenly 4. They had to stop work. Tom was regretful to have forgotten to bring along candles and had to wait 5 in a low mood. Just then he heard slight, hesitant 6 on his door that sounded clear in the 7 night.

    "Who's it?" he wondered, since Tom was a 8 to this city. And this was the moment he especially hated to be 9, so he went to the door and opened it 10. At the door was a little girl, shyly asking, "Sir, do you have candles? I'm your neighbor." "No," answered Tom in anger and shut the door 11. "What a nuisance (讨厌鬼)!" He complained over it with his wife. "No sooner had we settled down 12 the neighbor came to borrow things."

    After a while, the door was knocked again. He opened it and found the same girl outside. 13 this time she was 14 two candles, saying, "My grandma told me the new neighbor downstairs might need candles. She 15 me here to give you these." Tom was very 16 by what he saw. When he became fully aware, he said, "Thank you and your grandmother. God bless you!"

    At that moment he suddenly realized what caused his 17 in life. It was his 18 and harshness (刻薄) with other people. The person who had cheated him in life was actually19 else but himself, for his life had been darkened by his unsympathetic 20.

    There came a time in my life when my learning curve (曲线) became very steep. I learned so much in such a 1 time that I was reading two grades ahead of my 2 class. At school I was continuously 3 with lectures, because I had already done 4.

    And 5 my knowledge increased, so did my arrogance (傲慢). I started getting into 6 debates with my teachers. I knew more than them, and I was eager to show it at every 7 I got. That was until Mrs T 8. She was new to our school, and a perfect 9 for me. I tried one of my tricks on her in front of the whole class. She didn't scold me. She just 10.

    At the end of the class, she 11 me aside and said the following words:

    "I know that there is an unspoken 12 that a teacher is supposed to be more 13 than the student. We both know that is 14. I know for a fact that you know much more than me. And I won't insult you by pretending otherwise. But remember this. Knowledge is supposed to give you 15, not pride. Today you are the smartest person in the room; tomorrow you won't be. There will always be someone much 16, much more diligent than you. And when that happens, all the pride in the world wouldn't be enough to 17 you from downfall. Everything that you have learnt will be for nothing if you don't learn the 18 of humility."

    Today, I 19 remember her words. I 20 myself of them daily.

    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.