Xuexiang Village, formerly known as a forestry farm, has been transformed into a booming tourist resort. {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (locate) at the southern foot of Changbai Mountain, it has much snow. The snow here starts falling in October and begins to melt in April. A unique scene is the “snow mushrooms”, {#blank#}2{#/blank#} are formed after snow falls onto wood piles. Together with log cabins, pine trees and snowy mountains, {#blank#}3{#/blank#} place looks like a fairy tale world. Several decades ago, people {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (come) here as loggers. Years of excessive logging resulted {#blank#}5{#/blank#} a resource-shortage problem. After the natural forest protection project {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (launch) in 1999, the forestry farm stopped logging and started to make good use of the snow to develop the tourism industry. Amateur photographers first promoted the beautiful scenery, then, with the help of the internet, it {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (gradual) became famous and tourists began coming. {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (sense) the new opportunities, loggers started to open family hotels and restaurants. Nearly 80 {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (family) are now involved in tourism business. “My family can make 200,000-300,000 yuan each year, which {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (able) us to live a much better life”, said Fan, a used-to-be logger.

    The young artist and potter Allan had a wife and two fine sons. One night, his older son developed a severe stomachache. Neither Allan nor his wife took the condition very {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (serious), but the boy died suddenly that night.

    Knowing the death could {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (avoid) if he had only realized the seriousness of the situation, he always felt he was guilty. Worse still, his wife left him a short time later,{#blank#}3{#/blank#} (leave) him alone with his 6-year-old younger son. Unable to stand the hurt and pain, he turned to alcohol and became{#blank#}4{#/blank#} alcoholic.

    As the alcoholism {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (progress), Allan began to lose everything he possessed and finally died alone in a small bar. Hearing of his death, I thought, “{#blank#}6{#/blank#} a complete failure!”

    As time went by, I began to revalue my {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (early) rough judgment. I knew Allan's now adult son, Ernie, one of the kindest and most caring men I've ever known. I hadn't heard him talk much about his father. One day, I worked up my courage to ask him what {#blank#}8{#/blank#} earth his father had done so that he became such a special person. Ernie said quietly, “As a child until I left home at 18, Allan came into my room every night, gave me a kiss and said, ‘love you, son'.”

    Tears came to my eyes as I realized what I had been a fool to judge Allan {#blank#}9{#/blank#} a failure. He had not left any material{#blank#}10{#/blank#} (possess) behind. But he had been a kind loving father, and left behind his best love.

    I remember reading a statement by a psychiatrist who said that if you ever feel depressed, the best thing to do {#blank#}1{#/blank#} to do something for someone else. Why? Because it gets you focused outward, not{#blank#}2{#/blank#}. It's hard to be depressed{#blank#}3{#/blank#} serving someone else. Ironically, a by-product of helping others is feeling wonderful yourself.

    I remember sitting in an airport one day, waiting for my{#blank#}4{#/blank#} (fly). I was excited because I had been upgraded to a {#blank#}5{#/blank#} ticket. And in first class, the seats are {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (big), the food is edible, and the flight attendants are actually nice. In fact, I had the best seat on the entire plane. Seat 1A. Before boarding, I noticed a young lady who had several carry-on bags and was holding a crying {#blank#}7{#/blank#}. Having just finished{#blank#}8{#/blank#} a book on doing random acts of {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (kind), I heard my conscience (良心) {#blank#}10{#/blank#} to me, "You scumbag. Let her have your ticket." I fought these promptings for a while but eventually caved in.

    The Mid-Autumn Day is a very important traditional festival in China. It takes its name from the fact that it {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(celebrate) in the middle of the autumn season. The Mid-Autumn Festival falls on the 15th day of the {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (eight) lunar month. The day is known as the Moon Festival, as at that time of the year the moon is at its roundest and {#blank#}3{#/blank#}(bright). It is an evening celebration in {#blank#}4{#/blank#} families gather together and eat moon cakes. Besides, {#blank#}5{#/blank#}(make) the house more beautiful, people will hang red lanterns in front of it. On that day, people look back on the past and look forward to the future together. Children will play with their own {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(toy) and enjoy themselves.

    The Mid-Autumn Festival celebrations date back {#blank#}7{#/blank#} more than 2,000 years. The word "Mid-Autumn" first {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(appear) in the famous ancient book Zhou Li. However, it was not until the early Tang Dynasty that people celebrated the day as a traditional festival. It became an {#blank#}9{#/blank#}(official) established festival during the Song Dynasty, and has become as popular as the Spring Festival since the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Celebrations have continued ever since and more customs for {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(mark) this occasion have been formed.