We live in a fast-paced and anxiety-filled world that oftentimes seems to shift beneath our feet. Thus we are sometimes affected by fears or anxiety impacting our life. For as long as I could remember I had struggled with anxiety. After I left university, I made friends with a Moroccan woman at work. One day she invited me to 1 her and her family back home. I wanted to, but I would have to travel there 2 and I knew we would be in a very rural area. How would I cope with my 3?

    Then one day it 4 to me that I had a life to live. I could choose to let anxiety 5 me or I could go to Morocco and 6something different. I was 23 years old and had never been out of the UK alone. The journey to Morocco 7 something inside me. I managed to cope with my anxiety. The sense of 8 was overwhelming and still to this day when I get afraid of going somewhere alone, I remember how 9 it felt when I arrived in Morocco.

Upon arrival I was so 10 for the generous welcome I received. My friend's family had arranged a welcome party. The people were so loving toward me. As a moment of 11 felt in a faraway village, this reminded me that I was “good enough”, which helped to 12 my anxiety. Waking up the next day, in the morning light, I saw the area where we were. I was 13 by how rural it was – and the realization that these people had very few 14.

    In the days afterwards, I traveled around Morocco. We went to Marrakesh and 15 the Atlas mountains. We had the most amazing food – lots of fresh fruits and vegetables.

    At the end of my 16 something inside me had changed. I realized I had not felt anxious for nearly two weeks.

    Experiencing a different culture far away from home helped me to realize what is important in life, what really 17, and with that my anxiety 18. When I returned home I was much more active in 19 my anxiety. Working with people, helping them 20 their anxiety, is how I can share the love I found in Morocco.

    As a child, I started learning to play the piano, my favorite musical 1,but I was forced to give up when I started my middle school 2 I could concentrate more on my studies.

    It's one of my biggest 3 to stop practicing the piano when I recall sadly today. During the following years, I kept telling my piano teacher that I would 4. However, I didn't keep my promise because I was 5 with my study. 6 I lost touch with my teacher. Some years later, my teacher died. I was very sad because I lost such a good teacher. She was a very warm and gentle person. It hurts me to think she may have been 7 that I never returned. I haven't taken lessons since then but to be honest, I 8 to. Sitting at the piano, I couldn't help recalling many 9—times of my practising at home and playing before my teacher and one time my teacher 10 me after I played entire pieces of music wrong in front of her colleagues. I was so 11 that I could hardly say anything. But her 12 helped ease my shame. These memories, 13, good or bad, never caused my 14 for playing the piano again.

      This thought then led me to think that 15 is like music, and that we all try to play different 16 in the instrument of our life. Sometimes the pitch(音高) is 17 when we play it well, but sometimes we are out of tone. However, we all continue to create our own 18 style of music. No matter what style our music is, it is 19 that we sing the songs of joy, quietness and love. Though I may never make it back to piano lessons, it doesn't 20 that I've stopped making music.

    One summer,when I was little,my dad built me a lemonade stand（柠檬水摊位）.On sunny days I'd1the stand outside the local car wash with a cooler and my little black safe（保险箱）.I didn't get many customers2I always had fun.

    One3I did have was an elderly gentlemen who4across the street from the car wash.He would come every day and5a glass of lemonade for his wife.Even though I only625 cents,he always paid7with a $1 Sacagawea coin.So I built up quite a collection by the end of that8!

    Now,as a college student,I make it a9to stop at as10lemonade stands as I can,always paying11than the kids charge me.This has been going on for12three years now.But this week,I didn't have any13with me when I stopped at a little girl's stand.I14around in my car frantically（疯狂地）and finally opened up one of my boxes.I opened it up and sure enough,there were my Sacagawea coins.I almost shut the lid（盖子）again because they15so much to me,but then I realized that that was16why I had to pay with the coin.When I gave that17girl the shiny gold coin,I said "You should keep this one,they don't make them anymore!".And her18lit up.As I drove away,I saw her running to her sister to show her the19and I knew that I had made her just as20as I was when I was a little girl.

    When I was 13 my only purpose was to become the star on our football team. That meant 1 Miller King, who was the best 2 at our school.

    Football season started in September and all summer long I worked out. I carried my football everywhere for 3.

    Just before September, Miller was struck by a car and lost his right arm. I went to see him after he came back from 4. He looked very 5, but he didn't cry.

    That season, I 6 all of Miller's records while he 7 the home games from the bench. We went 10­1 and I was named most valuable player, 8 I often had crazy dreams in which I was to blame for Miller's 9.

    One afternoon, I was crossing the field to go home and saw Miller 10 going over a fence­which wasn't 11 to climb if you had both arms. I'm sure I was the last person in the world he wanted to accept 12 from. But even that challenge he accepted. I 13 him move slowly over the fence. When we were finally 14 on the other side, he said to me, "You know, I didn't tell you this during the season, but you did 15. Thank you for filling in for 16."

    His words freed me from my bad 17. I thought to myself, how even without an arm he was more of a leader. Damaged but not defeated, he was 18 ahead of me. I was right to have 19 him. From that day on, I grew 20 and a little more real.

    After all of these years, I still remember my first moment of kindness. It was the first day of kindergarten. I walked in with my mom and was 1 at all the toys against the walls. I 2 ran over to play. Most of the other kids were doing the same.

    In the corner 3, I saw one girl, sitting by herself. She was small and looked 4. She was the only one in the class shorter than me. Her 5 eyes looked like she had been crying. None of the other children seemed to 6 her there.

    I went back to 7 the toy cars but after a minute, I looked up at her again. She seemed so 8. Something inside started to stir(搅动). After a moment, I 9 two of the toy cars and 10 her. "Do you want to play?" I asked. She smiled and 11 her head yes.

    What made me remember that first unselfish act was a 12 that little girl wrote me after we were both grown. She told me how her illness made the other kids 13 her and how that moment of kindness had 14 her life. She had valued the 15I had offered her and carried it in her 16 even after she moved away. I wrote her back and we continued our friendship through the mail for several years 17 the disease finally took her life.

    Today I still thanked my unselfish little heart for 18 me to be kind to a little girl who needed a friend. I thought of how a moment of kindness can 19 so much to another, and of how 20 act can make the world so much better. May your life be full of giving, caring and helping that bring joy to you while you bring joy to others.

When Juni Stefanus Santoso from Indonesia rode a camel in a desert in Dunhuang, Gansu Province — an important cultural center on the Silk Road {#blank#}1{#/blank#} cultures from the East and the West met and mixed hundreds of years ago — he felt like he was "stepping into another world" that was foreign, and very different from his previous {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (impress) of China. 

On a four-day trip to Dunhuang in late April, Santoso, together with other foreign students, mostly from nations along the Silk Road, {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (be ) on a cultural journey to explore the desert landscape, to visit the local museum, the Mogao Caves and craftsmen, {#blank#}4{#/blank#} to communicate with students from the Dunhuang College of Northwest Normal University. All of these activities offered the 23-year-old Indonesian an impressive experience, {#blank#}5{#/blank#} which he could learn the culture of ancient China. 

"It was so {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (amaze). It's like another side of the country," says Santoso. Before he came to China, he thought it was a country full of technology-related companies — an impression that was supported by the fast and convenient technology- {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (drive) services that came to be a part of his daily life when he moved to Tianjin. 

"I was impressed by China's science and technologies before coming to China. You can do everything on your phone," says Santoso, {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (refer) to services like electronic payment and online shopping. 

The cultural trip, however, showed Santoso a view of China {#blank#}9{#/blank#} art and goods were transported along the Silk Road more than a thousand years ago. The young man said he {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (teach) a little bit about the Silk Road in his middle school history class.