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      My parents always told me that I couldn't dance, because it was a girl's sport. But I never gave up my dream of becoming a dancing star. I practiced secretly, learning form books, movies, and shows. However, without my parents' support, that 1 seemed all but impossible to reach.

      One summer, my little sister Maggie was going to dance lessons. I immediately asked 2parents for permission(允许)to take her to the lessons. What a 3chance to learn dancing!

      One afternoon, I was practicing a new dance in my room, when Maggie walked  4.

   “What's the matter, Maggie?” I stopped  5.

   “Denis, you are a great dancer! Can you help me?”

   “What is it?”I wondered.

    "There'll be a dancing performance in my school,  6 the boys think I'm slow, and none of them wants to be my partner.  7 you dance with me for it?” She looked at me anxiously.

   “You can be a good dancer!” I encouraged her.“Let's show those people that they have been 8all along.”

      In the following months, we 9 every evening, hiding from my parents. I was having a fantastic time and 10Maggie improved a lot.

      Finally came the big day. I became 11 when I heard my parents would come to watch the performance. As the 12began, I took a deep breathe and tried to calm down. We moved perfectly, shining with pride. From the cheering of the crowd, I was sure we had 13.

     My heart was beating wildly when I saw my 14 coming towards me. He put his hand on my shoulder. “Well done, son. Though it is hard for me to admit it, you really looked like you 15 this stage(舞台). Go for it and make us proud.”

     I'd been waiting for this moment for so long. I knew that the road ahead wasn't going to be easy, but I wouldn't give up. I wanted nothing more in life than to dance.

Matt jumped into bed.His father sat down beside him.

"What kind of daydid you have?" he asked.

"It was a bad dayfor me," Matt answered. "I had a fight with Ned. The teacher sent anote home about me. And Mom talked about it with me."

"Yes, part of theday was bad," Mr. Gold said. "But there were good parts, too. Nowit's time to go to sleep. So, tell me about the best thing today."

Matt smiled."After school I went fishing," he said. "No one wanted to gowith me. So I had to go alone. I didn't think I would have any fun. But I did!I caught a fish!"

"I'm glad you hada good time," Mr. Gold said. "Think about it until(直到)you go to sleep. Happy dreams!"

"Good night,Dad," Matt said.

His father kissed(亲吻)him good night.

Every night, Mr. Goldand Matt have a little talk like this.

Every night, Mattanswers the same question. "What was the best thing that happened to you today?"

Every night Matt goesto sleep thinking about the best thing. He has many happy dreams!

Sometimes he has tothink hard to find the best thing. Sometimes it is a very small thing. But he alwaysfinds one good thing to think about.

Matt's father taughthis son a good way to end his day. You may want to try it. If you do, why not beginthis every night?

Justin was so good at basketball that he could beat any of the older guys at the court, and the younger guys didn't have any chances. But one day everything changed. When Justin was shooting around at the local court, some guys from another neighborhood appeared before him. The biggest one said that he had heard that Justin was the best and he wanted to see if it was true. Justin didn't want to play. But his cousin begged," Come on, Justin, beat this guy!" Justin decided to do what his cousin wanted.

Just as Justin was going to win, the big guy knocked him down hard. Justin broke his right leg. The doctor said he might never play basketball again.

During the first six weeks, Justin just lay in bed with his leg in a long cast. He watched TV all day and ate one bag of potato chips after another. Justinblew up like a balloon as he watched his future fade away as a basketball player.

Then Justin's sister Kiki came home from the university, bringing exciting stories of a far away land called college During those days, they talked and studied together, and Justin felt much better. Because of that, he realized he shouldn't give himself up. Basketball used to be his favorite thing, and he was good at it. But now there was only school, so he had to get good at that.

Justin worked so hard. By the time he got to senior year in high school, his GPA was high. The last thing that Justin had to do to get into college was score well on the ACT. Well wouldn't you know it?

Using the study skills he had learned from his sister, Justin made a score of 24 on the ACT.

Every university that Justin applied to accepted him. When the fall came, Justin had his choice in colleges.

A man noticed a woman in the grocery store with a three-year-old girt in her shopping cart. 

As they passed the cookie section, the little girl asked for some cookies but her mother r{#blank#}1{#/blank#} her. The little girl cried out at once. However, the mother said q{#blank#}2{#/blank#} , "Now Monica. we just have several passages to go through. Don't be upset. It won't be l{#blank#}3{#/blank#}." 

   Soon they came to the candy section, and the little girl began to shout for candy. When she was told she couldn't have any, she cried l{#blank#}4{#/blank#} again. The mother said. "There, there, Monica, don't cry--only two more passages to go and then we'll c{#blank#}5{#/blank#} out." 

   When they went to the cashier desk, the little girl once again began to ask for gum and burst into a terrible a{#blank#}6{#/blank#} when she found out that there had been no gum to buy. The mother said patiently, "Monica we'll be through this counter in 5 minutes and then you can go home and have a bath before having a s{#blank#}7{#/blank#} sleep." 

   The man f{#blank#}8{#/blank#} them out and stopped the woman to praise her. "I couldn't help n{#blank#}9{#/blank#} how kind you were with little Monica. You're such a good mother!" he said with an a{#blank#}10{#/blank#} voice. 

   "However," the mother replied, "I'm Monica--my little girl's name is Tammy."

Ricky is an Italian who lives in Hangzhou. Recently, he has got great attention for his1 on the Internet. 

In 2004, Ricky left his home country and2 to Hangzhou for work, He often spent time in the3 and learned to make pizza in his free time. 4 , the pizza received high praise from his friends and family. So, Ricky5 to leave his job and opened a restaurant. 

In the beginning, the restaurant met a lot of6 . In the first two years, the ltalian food attracted(吸引) few customers and Ricky made little money, But he never7 . To improve the food, Ricky even asked his friends to8 him the ingredients (食材) from ltaly, such as cheese and sugar. "Simple things are 9 . They can make a big difference, " Ricky said. Finally, his hard work paid off. 

Today, his restaurant has become one of the most10 restaurants in the city. Every day, it attracts hundreds of locals and tourists. But Ricky is not 11 with that, He even takes lessons from experienced cooks to improve his12 . Every night, he stays in the kitchen to try 13 new dishes. He tries to make the Italian food suit the14 habits of Chinese people. In his opinion, 15 is an art and a joy, not just a way to make a living. 

For Ricky, he hopes to share Italian food with more Chinese people in the future. 

My 10-year-old son, Luke, was in an American football team. Once his team played against a top team, which never1 any matches before.

At an important time in the game, my son got the2 and was running fast for a touchdown (触地得分). Finally, there was only one player ahead. Luke's teammate Mario made a3 block (阻挡), hitting the player to the ground. That was a good chance to score. But surprisingly, Luke slowed, stopped,4 , and ran back to the boy on the ground.

Fans of my son's team was5 and started saying terrible things at my son. I ran down onto the field. Luke looked up at me and said, "Dad, I must come back! I heard a6 break. I heard it! I knew if I scored, it would take more time for anyone to notice him, and he would be7 during all that time."

Luke continued, "You taught me good sport is more than8 , so I stopped and came back."

"Dad, was I wrong?" he asked9 . "No, son," I shook my head. I hugged Luke tightly, trying to show him how10 and proud (自豪的) I was.

Luke was right—the boy suffered a broken leg and had to be sent to hospital right away. The next day, Luke received a thank-you card from the boy. That was when Luke really won.