The 50-year-old farmer, Wu Yulu is quite different from the others at his village. He is the  1  of 38 handmade robots. He has been  2to show his robots at the opening ceremony of the Shanghai World Expo.

    Born in a  3 family, he did not have the opportunity to go to school. But even as a child, he knew he wanted to make machines. “I think  4  machines is a talent I was born with, ” he said.

    In 1987, he finally finished his  5 robot that could walk like a man. He named it “Wu No. 1”.

6  , his experiments  have not been away from danger. One of his fingers was injured in 1989. And in 1999, his house was  7  by fire.

    In 2003, Wu and his robots were invited to perform in the Great Hall of the People in Beijing, and in 2009, his robots were on  8  along with the Chinese Shenzhou spaceships.

    Wu's latest dream is to invent robots  9  can help people in daily life. He will invent robots to help the disabled or look  10  children.

    George lived with his sick mother in a poor village.

    One bright sunny1in July, he went early to the forest two miles away. He was asked to2some wood from under the trees. After working hard for half a day, he looked around for a3 place to rest and eat his lunch. Suddenly some fine red wild 4 caught his eyes.

    "How good these will be with my bread and butter!" thought George. He at once began to5all the strawberries he could find and sat down by the river, ready to enjoy them.

    Then just as he was lifting the6strawberry to his mouth, he thought of his mother. "Shall I7them for her?" said he, thinking how much they would make8happy, yet still looking at them with longing (渴望的)eyes.

    "I will eat half, and take the other half to her," said he. Then he divided the strawberries into two.9he found each half looked so small that he put them together again.

    "I will only taste one." Then seeing that he had taken the biggest, he put it back. Finally he 10 them carefully with some leaves, deciding to keep them all11his mother.

    When the sun was beginning to go down, George went home.12happy he felt that he had all his strawberries for his sick mother. The13he came to his home, the less he wished to taste them. As soon as he arrived, he ran to his14and happily offered his wild strawberries. Tears in eyes, she put her hand on his head and said15, "And you kept them for your sick mother, did you? God will bless you for all this, my child. "

   Could the eating of the strawberries have given George half the happiness he felt at this moment?

    For a period of month some time ago I became a vegetarian(素食者). Some people won't eat meat because they think it is 1to animals, or they care about their health. My reason is a little 2 : it is love.

    I simply wanted to remember my grandmother by not eating meat. My grandmother spent a large part of her life as a vegetarian, and some of my happiest childhood memories in Thailand were about sharing a 3 with her.

    In fact, as a child, I learned how to value food not from dishes my mother often cooked, 4from the simple dinner, my grandmother prepared. Often, dinner with Grandma would come with interesting stories she had known from her childhood.

    Grandma passed away more than ten years ago. Now I am an adult living in San Francisco, and Grandma's vegetarian suppers and 5 have become a past.

    But one morning, I suddenly thought that I could 6 hear the sound of my grandmother's voice because she had left me forever. So I decided to become a vegetarian for a month.

    In a city famous for its dining experience, this was 7. I 8 several dinner panics for fear of offending(冒犯) the hosts. I stopped walking by 9 where the smell of good cooking would be in the air. My best friend wondered if there was something wrong with me.

    Now, I 10 her way. I invited friends who wanted to taste vegetarian food. And as we ate, I told them stories I had known as a child.

    I was in a hurry as always, but this time it was for an important date I just couldn't be late for! A PhD student without a lot of money, I had hurried into the store to pick up some flowers.

    I found myself at a checkout counter 1 an elderly woman who was going to pay for her groceries. The woman stopped emptying her basket and looked up at me. She smiled. It was a nice smile-warm and comforting-and I smiled back.

    "It must be a special lady to get those beautiful flowers," she said.

    "Yes, she's special," I said, and then to my surprise, the words kept 2 

    "It's only our second date to meet, but somehow I am just having the feeling she's the one'. " Jokingly, I added, "The only problem is that I can't figure out 3 she'd want to date a guy like me. "

    "Well, I think she's very lucky to have a boyfriend who brings her such lovely flowers and who is clearly in love with her," the woman said, " My husband used to bring me flowers every week-even when times were 4 and we didn't have much money. Those were unforgettable days; he was very romantic and-of course-I miss him since he's passed away,"

    I paid for my flowers as she was5her groceries. Almost immediately, I walked up to her and said," You were right, you know. These flowers are indeed for a very special lady. " I handed her the flowers and thanked her for such a nice talk.

    It took her a moment to realize that I was giving her the flowers I had just bought. " You have a wonderful evening," I said. I left her with a big smile and my heart6as I saw her smelling at the beautiful flowers.

    I was a it late for my date that night and told my girlfriend the above story. She smiled. Two years later she told me it was that night that I won her heart.