Yesterday evening, when I went to town with my 1, we met a strange old man. It was raining 2and we had no umbrella. We were trying to get into a taxi when he came up to us. He was carrying a nice 3 and he said he would give it to 4 for only one pound.  He said he had 5 his wallet and he needed taxi fare(费用) to go back home. My mother didn't believe 6 he said at first, and asked him a lot questions. but she finally believed the man and gave him a pound. She was 7 to buy a good umbrella for so little. but the old man didn't get into a taxi. We followed him and found he went into a pub(酒吧) and bought 8a glass of whiskey(威士忌) with a pound. 9he drank it, he put on his hat and took one of the many wet umbrellas there and went off with the new one. Soon after that, he 10 it again.

    Mrs. Yuan is a writer. She's 1 and often helps the poor person. It was very cold one snowy morning. On the way to her office, she saw an old man 2 on the ground. She came to him and help him to 3 and bought some porridge and bread for him. The old man ate up the food quickly and  4 her very much. Then she asked. “Where do you live, Grandpa?”

     “I have no  5  madam,” said the old man. “ I have to sleep outside 6.”

     “How old are you?” “Ninety-two.” Mrs Yuan became 7 and went on asking, “Why not live in the old people's house?”  8 I have a son,” said the old man. “they've 9 admitted(接纳) a person who has children.”

     “Do you have any children?”

     “Yes,” answered the old man. “I have a son.”

     “Where is your son, then?”

     “He has no children, 10 the old people's house admitted him.”

     “It's unfair!” said Mrs. Yuan. She overcame several difficulties and at last helped him to live in the old people's house.

    Mr. Reynolds, my teacher, handed us a list of thoughts, and asked us to write a paper on one of those thoughts. I chose the1I wonder why things are the way they are.

    I wrote down all the questions that puzzled me about2. I realized that many of them were 3to answer, and perhaps others could not be answered at all. When I handed in my paper, I was afraid that I might4because I did not answer the questions.

    The next day, Mr. Reynolds handed me5and asked me to read it for the class.

    The other students became6as I began to read my story：

    Mum, why are the roses red? Why is the grass green and the sky blue? Why do I have to graduate(毕业)? Why do I have to 7? Why do I have to be called "Grandma" one day?…

    Dad, why can't I8until 12：00 at night? Why do I miss my old friends? Why do I miss being at home? Why do you love me so much?…

    Mum, Dad, why did you have to 9me? I need you.

    At the end of my story, I looked at Mr. Reynolds, and I saw a tear10coming down his face. Then I realized that life is not built on the answers we receive but on the questions we ask.

    I am a book lover. So my house is forever full of1. I have new ones, old ones,

    hardcovers, paperbacks,2and non-stories. I have three boxes of books in my closet, two boxes of books on the floor of my bedroom, and a box of children's books 3 for my future grandchildren. I have even more books4the two I wrote on my desk. I try to keep the books 5 building up by donating as many as I can to the local 6, but as soon as I donate a few, I find myself buying a few more.

    Books I read keep my mind young, my heart7, and my soul bright. They bring me knowledge, laughter and joy. They connect me with the wisdom(智慧)of the past and the new ideas of the8.They keep me moving on the right path as I journey through life.

    I have learned that people are a lot like books as well. Some have bright and shiny covers, 9don't have very much to say inside of them.10look old and plain but so full of wisdom and light that reading them can11your whole life. One difference between books and people, though, is that while a book has an ending, the writing inside of us12forever

    Take care when writing the book of your own life. Fill it with love for yourself, others, and this world.  Fill it with all the wisdom you have learned, goodness you have done, 13you have shared, and joy you have14. Keep writing it every day, too. Make it everything you are and everything you want to be, and then open it to15. I know it will be a wonderful and fantastic book.

    There was once a young mouse that lived in a hole. One day, the young mouse looked out of the hole, a nice smell came to his1. "Cheese!" the mouse said happily to2. "I'll have it for breakfast." But he remember his3words," Always wait before you go for a piece of cheese." So the young mouse waited4. Then he heard a quiet "meow" and he knew the cat was there. "I'm glad that I listen to my parents and learned to5." he said.

    The next morning, the nice smell came to his nose again. This time he did not hear any cat's noises,6very quiet "woof, woof". "It's a dog!" he thought. "If the dog is there, the cat won't be there. So I'm7." Then the mouse ran out of the hole and started8the cheese. He didn't see the cat9the cat caught him. When the cat finished the10, he said to himself, "I'm glad that I listened to my parents and learned a second language."