Once upon a time there lived an old man in a nice cottage with a large garden. The old man was seen 1 his flowers all the time. They were so well-tended that every passer-by could not but 2 for a glance.

    One day a young man went by the garden. He gazed at the splendid garden, 3 in admiration at the beauty of these sceneries. Then, suddenly he 4 the old gardener was blind. 5, the young man asked, “Why are you busy tending these flowers every day which you can't 6 in fact?” The old man smiled and answered that “I can tell you 7 reasons. First I was a 8 when I was young, and I really like this job. Second, although I can't see these flowers, yet I can 9 them. Third, I can smell sweetness of them. As to the last one, that's 10.

    “Me? But you don't know me,” responded the young man 11.

    “Yeah, it's12 that I don't know you. But I know everyone knows flowers and would never 13 them down. I know the beauty of my garden will get many people into a good 14. In the meantime, it also 15 a chance to me to have a word with you here and to enjoy the happiness these flowers have brought us.”

    The old man's 16 astonished me. The blind man grows flowers and 17them as a link of minds so as to make 18 enjoy the sunshine in spring. Isn't it one kind of happiness？

    I believe every flower has 19 with which they can see the kindness of the man's heart. The blind man grows flowers in his heart. Though 20 to see the beauty of blossoming(开花), he surely can hear the voice of it, I suppose.

    It was the first day of kindergarten. I walked in with my mom and was1at all the toys against the walls.2 I ran over to them and started to play. Most of the other3were doing the same. In the corner, though, I saw one girl sitting4She was small and weak, the only one in the class5than me. Her red eyes6she had been crying. None of the other kids seemed to notice her.

    I was playing with the toy cars. When I7, I saw her sad and lonely eyes. Suddenly I felt something inside my heart8. I wasn't sure what it was. Being the youngest in my family I had become spoiled. My elder brothers always did9while I was free to play. However, that day it was 10that I should think of someone other than myself. Finally, I 11 two toy cars and went over to her. “Do you want to play?” I asked She smiled at me and 12 her head yes.

    What made me remember that first13act was a letter that little girl wrote to me after we both 14  She told me how her illness made other kids 15her and how my act had changed her 16  She cherished(珍惜) the friendship I had17. From then on we continued our friendship through the mail for several years 18the bad health finally took her life.

    Today I still think of her and thank her for stirring(搅动，激发) something in my selfish 19that day. I ask myself how a bit of 20can move a heart, touch a soul, and change a life.

    Once upon a time, a hardworking farmer had a fine farmland. And the harvest is always 1 under his care. But he knew that his three sons 2down upon the farm work, and were3to make wealth through adventure.

    When the farmer was old and felt that he would 4soon, he called the three sons to him and said, “My sons, there is a pot of gold hidden in the5 Dig for it, if you wish it.”

    The sons 6to get him to tell them in what part of the farmland the gold was hidden; but he would tell them 7more.

    After the farmer was dead, the sons went to work to 8the pot of gold; since they did not know9 the hiding-place was, they 10to begin in a line, at one end of the farmland, and to 11until one of them should find the money. They dug until they had turned up the 12from one end of the farmland to the other, round the tree-roots and between them.13no pot of gold was to be found. It seemed as if someone must have14it, or as if the farmer had been playing a joke on his15The three sons were very16to have all their work for nothing.

    The next year, the farmland produced 17food than they had ever given; when it was sold, it gave the sons a whole pot of18

    And when they saw how much money had come19the farmland, they suddenly understood what the 20father had meant.

    As my husband, Doug, stood on the busy New York city street to stop a taxi, I tried to protect my daughter from the cold December wind and rain. I put my head down to kiss her tiny face.

    1 and wet, my husband gave up his attempt to nag down a taxi. I knew the 2.Just after her first birthday, we were told our daughter Katie has a 3brain illness. Since that moment, Doung and I felt like runners in a marathon race where the finish line kept4 . We knew Katie was runn.ng out of 5. It had taken months before we finally had a name for the 6 ， but we were told only a few specialists in the world knew how to7 it. Now, as we finally found a brilliant doctor to 8 our girl, we were in a strange9 in the cold rain.

    Just at the moment, a middle-aged woman pulled over and said, “Pardon me? May I offer you a(n)10?”

    Before we could say anything, she continued, “It's really no11for me. Just get in.”

    It was then that I noticed her thick Irish accent, which 12me up like hot soup. We simply said, “Thanks! Roosevelt Hospital, please,” as we got in her car for the ride.

    “Are you going13the baby?” she asked us.

    I nodded my head, holding back my 14.

    At the hospital, we 15her a dozen times for the ride. As the woman hugged me, I16her face was wet with tears. She promised to17for us before she left.

    After three more visits to New York and two more 18surgeries (手术)，Katie is cured. But the 19 of the Irish Angel still rang as a constant reminder of a tiny ray of light that appeared in our20 days.

    A few days after Christmas, my friend Zachary came over with his snowboard. Zachary was very good at snowboarding, but I could 1 do it at all. I wondered if maybe my new board wasn't the right size for me, so I tried 2 Zachary's board, but I still didn't get very 3.

    While I 4 with Zachary's board, he was making run after run down the hill. He asked me if we could go to his favourite hill to do more runs, and not wanting to 5 his fun, I 6 said I would go.

    While out on the new hill, I still struggled to stay 7. I had fallen a few times when a teenager that I had never 8 before noticed that I was getting 9, and called me over to give me some advice. I don't talk to strangers as a 10, but my mom was with me, so I felt 11. So I listened to what he had to 12, and then I made another 13. He watched, and then came over to give me more 14. I did what he told me, and I was able to get all the way down the hill without 15. It seemed much easier with the instructions he gave me.

    This guy was so nice and helpful about 16 me. He could have chosen to make a few more runs for the day, 17 taking the time to help me. As 18 preteens, sometimes when we think of teenagers, we think of those who are troublemakers, or those who scare us. But this teenager made me feel 19 around him and was really helpful and kind to me.

    I'm a much better snowboarder now, thanks to the very 20 teenage stranger.