In the middle of a beautiful day, I was feeling lost, as if the world was crashing on me. didn't know which way to go, except to head out to the countryside. I went to the spot where I used to take my kids-when I still had kids. Now they had  1and were leaving.

I was sitting alone in my car when I saw a man in his seventies, whose problem appeared bigger than mine. He stood near the edge of the road,2a kite spindle(风筝线锭) in his hands. Apparently, lost in thought, he stared skyward. I 3my neck to see how successful he had been in 4 the clouds. Following his string with my eyes, I almost lost5 of the other end. Finally, the kite rested on what seemed to be the highest branch of the 6tree in the park.  Obviously,  that was his grandson's kite!  The kite was a replica (复制品) of a beautiful bald eagle, and its wings spread 70pen. Grandpa had only one 8to his problem: cut the string.

"You wanted it to fly as high as it could. Bill. didn't you?" "Yes, Grandpa,9 wanted to keep it forever. " "There just comes a time when the only thing you can do is to cut the string and let it go. Perhaps by doing that, when it flies very high like real eagles do, it will come back to us. " Grandpa said.

    I 10 how the old man cut the string to let fly the kite. As the two walked away, looked to the 11. There I saw my answer, too. Today I have to cut the final strings that kept my two boys 12my reach. Though I want to keep them forever, I have taught them to fly like an eagle. Maybe by doing this, when it's time to soar like real eagles do. one day they would come back to me.

    Out in the garden Mary sat sewing a handkerchief, and there came a little insect running in such a hurry across the small stone table by her side. The 1 was not done, for Mary liked doing nothing best, and she thought it would be fun 2her thimble（顶针）over the little ant. Then Mary ran away, for her mother called her, and she 3 all about the ant under the thimble.

    There he was, running round and round and round the dark prison, with little horns on his head 4, little perfect legs bending as beautifully as those of a race-horse, and he was in quite as big a fright as if he were an elephant.

    Mary went to bed, and in the night the rain 5. The handkerchief was wet through as if somebody had been 6 very much, when she went out to fetch it as soon as the sun 7. She remembered who was under the thimble. But when she lifted up the thimble the little tiny thing lay stiff and 8.

    “Why did you do that, Mary?” said her father, who was close by, and who had guessed the truth. “See! He moves one of his legs. Run to the house and 9 a small taste of honey from the breakfast-table for the little thing you 10.”

    “I didn't mean to,” said Mary.

    She touched the honey in the spoon with a piece of leaf and 11 put a drop of it 12 the little ant. He put out a fairy 13 to lick up the sweet stuff. He grew well and stood up, trying to run.

    “He wants to run 14,” said father. “I know where he lives. In a little round world of ants, under the apple tree.”

    “And has he got a wife and children—a lot of little ants at home?”

    “The baby ants are little helpless things, and must be 15 by their big relations. There are father ants and mother ants, and lots of other ants who are 16 to the little ones. 17 knows his own children, but all the grown-up ones are kind to all the babies. This is a little nurse ant. See how he hurries off! His babies at home must have their faces washed.”

    While they were talking, the little ant was soon lost among the grass. In a little while back came the ant with a troop of friends.

    “He has been home and told them the good news about the 18,” said father. “Do you think that all children are as kind as that?”

    Mary said, “No, they're not. I don't run to call all the others when I find a good place for blackberries.” “Then,” said father, “don't be 19 to the ant, who is kinder than you, 20 he is only a little tiny thing.”

    The shower, I find, is the best place to cry. The water1the sound of my sadness, while washing away any2of my pain. I shower after the kids have gone to bed; it's the only time I can be3.

    I always did my best to 4 my two children from my tears. If I needed to cry, I cried by myself.

    Yet, I encourage my two boys to cry. My 7-year-old 5 himself on never crying at school. “Oh，but you must cry,” I 6 . “Crying is good. It gets the sadness out. Never7 your tears.”

    But then I did just that. What might it do to them to see their mother upset?

    Then my father died, and there was no way I could 8 my grief(悲痛)and keep my feelings inside. I tried to get on with things, but the sadness 9came. The realization my dad was actually gone 10 me with an intensity (强度)that was impossible to cover up.

    To my surprise，my boys didn't seem too 11 , They found me hiding in the bedroom one afternoon, 12. “It's OK，mommies get sad too，” I told them, smiling through my tears. “Don't be sad, Mommy. Granddad's coming back as a baby,” my 7-year-old said，his tiny arm stretched (伸出)13 my shoulders. “Think about 14 ,” he went on. “Think about all the people who love you.”

I realized that in hiding my 15. I was only denying what it means to be human. I felt16 I had led my sons to believe that “negative” emotions are only a concept，and not something they should have.

    It's one thing to tell my children that it's 17 to cry. It's another to show them how it's done.

    We owe (欠) that to our children, according to social researcher and author Brene Brown. During her TED talk The Power of vulnerability(弱点)，Brown said it's 18 that we “let ourselves be seen — deeply seen”.

    "Our job is not to protect our children，to keep them perfect，" said Brown. “Our job is to look and say, 'You're not 19, and you're made for struggles, but you are 20 of love and belonging'.”

    I grew up in a West Virginia mining town in Fayette County. A man named John moved into our town from New Orleans. He was a(n) 1 man, who was at least 6 feet tall and weighed 245 pounds. He had 2 shoulders and truly fitted the V body type. He was really a man with 3and patience.

    John worked for some days, when there were no 4 and John was absolutely an admirable miner. However, when I was ten, the 5 day came. A terrible disaster 6. Timber crossbars(木材横木) were often used in mines to 7 the top. That day my father was working 8 John in the mine. A timber cracked somewhere and the loud cry of a man was 9. Hearing this, my dad and John rushed to the site of the 10. There some miners were trapped. They felt 11 and they sat depressed, either in shock or in prayer(祈祷).

    That's when John did it. He held the timber and applied all his 12 to it. Surprisingly, the blocking moved. Then John raised the timber while all the miners13, but in doing so, the wood was becoming further weakened and John himself was 14 below instead. My father and the other miners 15 started to work with their tools, desperately trying to 16 John, but the top fell and there was no 17 of reaching him. John was buried there forever.

    18 John, a small marble monument(纪念碑) was 19 in front of the entrance to the mine. The 20 had given up his life so that others could live. The monument is still there to this day.

    Sometimes the best gifts are the smallest ones that add up into something big over time.

    Lily saw her grandfather, who has Parkinson's disease, was struggling to1his cup without spilling (溢出) and started2a picture for a cup that has three legs. Her father also3to spill drinks on his keyboard,4Lily realized that this invention was for everybody and for all kinds of uses. She drew a sketch and finally created a5for her grandfather at her grandfather's house with6materials: a plastic cup and plastic.

    Soon her aunt took her to a pottery (陶瓷) studio, where she was able to7a cup for her father, who found the cup very8. He suggested that she start9her cups. At that time, being only nine years old, Lily didn't know10what her father had meant11taking the cups into production. But she was12and willing to give the idea a try.

    Later, Lily's father took her to visit the13of pottery, Jingdezhen, China, to start creating more cups, and they started a movement to help14the project. And as Imagiroo was set up and started attracting more15, Lily needed to find a company in America to help her produce her cups,16 was one of her company's biggest17. But six years after Imagiroo was18, her company is successful. Certainly Lily's father is a big part of their business.

    It can start with something19, like Lily's first drawing of her cup, and become something bigger along the way with hard work and determination. It may be one small thing to you, but to someone else it can make a big20 .

China's taijiquan, also known as tai chi — a major part of the amazing {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (open) ceremony of the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games and represented by numerous practitioners worldwide —{#blank#}2{#/blank#} (add) to UNESCO's Representative List of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity on Thursday. On its website, UNESCO described the cultural icon as "a traditional physical practice characterized by relaxed, circular movements that can be used {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (adjust) breath besides cultivating an honest and neutral (中性的) mind".

"Their inscription onto the list showed the unique value of intangible cultural heritage on people's health and {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (sustain) development," said Wang Chenyang,{#blank#}5{#/blank#}inspector from the Ministry of Culture and Tourism who is in charge of the work related to intangible cultural heritage.

Taijiquan, {#blank#}6{#/blank#} originated during the mid-17th century in Wenxian county in Jiaozuo, Henan province, is practiced almost {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (day) throughout the country by people of all ages and ethnic groups, according to UNESCO's website. {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (influence) by Taoist and Confucian thought and theories of traditional Chinese medicine, the practice has developed {#blank#}9{#/blank#} several schools or styles named after a family or a master's personal surname, such as Chen style or Yang style.

They are passed down through clan-based transmission or the master-apprentice model, {#blank#}10{#/blank#} built upon the yin and yang cycle and the cultural understanding of the unity of heaven and humanity, UNESCO said.