Long long ago, there was a very old man called Yu Gong. There were two {#blank#}1{#/blank#} Near his house. They were so high and big that it took a{#blank#}2{#/blank#} time to walk to the other side.The old man told his family that they should help him to move the mountains.
    Yu Gong and his family kept on digging day after day and year after year. {#blank#}3{#/blank#} a god was so moved {#blank#}4{#/blank#} Yu Gong that he sent two gods to take the mountains away.
    This story reminds us that you can never know what will happen {#blank#}5{#/blank#} you don't try to do it．

Lunch Made of Love

    In those poor times, many of my classmates couldn't bring a nice meal to school for lunch. My deskmate's meal was always cabbages, while {#blank#}1{#/blank#} （我的） was ham and fried eggs. Sometimes, my deskmate would first pick the hair out of his lunch and then eat it as if {#blank#}2{#/blank#} （没事） had happened. This continued for a long time.

    "His mother is so lousy（邋遢的）that her hair drops in the meal, "my classmates said. I {#blank#}3{#/blank#} （想）it was really dirty, but I couldn't show that because I didn't want to hurt（伤害）his feelings. Still, I started to think that he was {#blank#}4{#/blank#} （肮脏）, too.

    One day after school, he called me and said, "Would you like to come to my house if you are {#blank#}5{#/blank#} （有空）?"

    Though I didn't want to go, I knew it would be impolite to refuse because this was his first invitation. Following my friend, we {#blank#}6{#/blank#} （到达）at a poor village.

    "Mom, I brought my friend home. "

    His old mother opened the {#blank#}7{#/blank#}（门）, "My son's friend is here. Let me have a look. "But to my {#blank#}8{#/blank#}（惊讶）, his mother was blind. She couldn't see anything.

    I felt sad. Now I understood why my deskmate's lunch had hair in it. His mother got ready for it {#blank#}9{#/blank#}（仔细）for him every day, even though she was blind. It was not only a lunch, but also a {#blank#}10{#/blank#} （母亲）love.

    Every night in Jinan University in Guangzhou, {#blank#}1{#/blank#}play diabolo (空竹) as a crowd watches in amazement.

    Chen Zhelun, 25, a Malaysian-Chinese started the diabolo club, which helps to increase the popularity of this traditional Chinese game. He is one of many students expressing their interest in the country's cultural heritage (遗产) by {#blank#}2{#/blank#}.

    The diabolo, which came from China, is popular among Chinese living in Malaysia.

    "We played diabolo from primary school onward. I thought I could find someone {#blank#}3{#/blank#}in China, but only a few students knew about it. So I started a club to develop it," says Chen.

    To Chen's surprise, the old game has interested a huge crowd—more than 1,000students have joined the club.

    "It {#blank#}4{#/blank#}and it's fun," says Chen.

    But some prefer quieter activities. Every weekend, one classroom in Shenzhen University is always crowded, but it's unusually silent. The members of Lanting Calligraphy Club are writing Chinese characters with traditional brushes.

    As head of the traditional Chinese local operas club, Kong Yanquan plans to put modern elements (元素) into traditional culture to get students to join his club.

    "I think it's everyone's duty {#blank#}5{#/blank#}China's traditional culture among young people," he says.