When Amy wrote her first novel in secondary school, she never imagined that she would become a writer one day. Like many 1 writers on the Internet, the 2 woman got into this online world accidentally (偶然地).

    Three years ago, Amy worked in a medical industry. Her job kept her busy for six months and left her almost 3 to do for the rest of the year. To fill the time, she started writing 4 on the Internet. Her first novel was about her neighbours and their life 5 she is familiar with.

    Amy has been interested in writing 6 she was a child. At first, she just wanted to share her novels 7 people she knew. Then one day an editor (编辑) of a famous website emailed her, asking her 8 she would like to sell the electronic copyright (授权) of one of her novels. She 9 immediately and the novel was moved to the VIP section of the website. She got $ 1,500 for that.

    Now Amy is a full-time 10. So far her eight novels have come out online, and five of them  11. “The Internet made me famous and brought me 12,” she said. “I earn much more money now—about $60,000 a year. I am 13 with my career, but there is one problem—that my talent might run out after five years and I'll have to 14  to work in the medical industry.”

  “Before that day comes, I'll keep 15 for the readers with my light and close-to-everyday-life writing style,” said Amy with a smile.

    Mrs. Green lives in the country, and she doesn't know London very well. One day, she goes to London, but she can't find her 1. Just then, she 2 a man near the bus stop. "I can ask him the way," she 3. Then she goes over to the man and asks, "Excuse me, will you please 4 me the way to King Street?" 5 the man doesn't say anything. He is 6 Cuba. He doesn't speak  7. He comes to London for a 8. He takes out a 9 and writes something on it. Then he 10 it to Mrs. Green, "Sorry, I can't speak English."

    Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun 1 — to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.

    Most of the class considered turkey and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the 2 of most of her students' art. And they were. But in her class there was a different kind of boy, Douglas. He was always unhappy. When other children played together, he was likely to stand close by the teacher's side. The boy drew a hand in his picture. 3 else. Just an empty hand.

    Whose hand 4 it be? His abstract (抽象的) picture made classmates really 5. One child guessed it was the hand of the6, because they raise turkeys. Another suggested police officers, because the police 7 and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went — 8 the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.

    When the children went on to other projects, she 9 at Douglas' desk, bent down, and asked him 10 hand it was. The little boy looked away and said in a low voice, "It's 11, teacher."

    The teacher recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, "12 my hand, Douglas, we'll go outside." Or, "Let me 13 you how to hold your pencil." Or, "Let's do this together." Douglas was most thankful for his teacher's hand.

    Hearing the boy's words, tears ran down the teacher's face. She brushed aside a tear and went on with her work.

    The story speaks of 14 than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship. They might not always say 15, but they'll remember the hand that reaches out.

    People in a town once went hungry. A rich man who made bread and cakes invited twenty of the 1 children, and told them to take a loaf (条) of bread from a 2 every day till the hard days passed.

    The hungry children came together 3, and argued for the bread, because each wished to have the largest one. Finally, they went away without even thanking the good gentleman.

    But Gretchen, a poorly-dressed little girl, did not argue or 4 with the rest, but remained standing quietly far away from them. 5 the bad-mannered children left, she took the smallest bread, which was alone left in the basket, kissed the gentleman's hand, and went home.

    The next day the children were as bad-mannered as before, and poor shy Gretchen 6 a loaf hardly the size of the one she got the first day. When she came home, her mother cut the loaf open. Many new shining pieces of 7 fell out of it.

    Her mother was very surprised and worried, and said, "Take the money back to the good gentleman at once, for it must have got into the dough (生面团） 8 mistake. Be quick, Gretchen! Be quick!"

    But when the little girl gave the rich man her mother's 9, he said, "No, no, my child, it was no mistake. I had the silver pieces put into the smallest loaf to give you. Always be as satisfied. quiet, and 10 as you now are. Go home now, and tell your mother that the money is your own."