The doctor told me that a gentleman waiting for the 4 saw me fall down．He got to my side 5 ，and told others to call 911．He stayed with me 6 the ambulance(救护车)arrived．Then he went with me to the hospital，which made him 7 his train．The doctor told me the gentleman didn't want to leave his name.

I don't know who this gentleman is． 8 if he reads this article and remembers a young lady fainting(晕倒)at the train station，I'd like 9 to know that I want to say” Thank you” to him．Whenever I meet with such a thing，I will do the same as he 10 to me．And I'll pass on the kindness to others．

    When I was a child, my father had to do three jobs for a family of seven. Every time I saw him come back late, looking 1 I promised myself that someday I would show my 2 to my father for what he had done.

    Over the next twenty years, my father worked hard to 3our big family and suffered a lot from a heart problem. One morning, my father's old car broke down and he asked me to 4him up after his medical examination. He had 5 refused when I offered to replace (取代) his old car. He said that he did not want something that he couldn't pay6.

    7he stepped out of the doctor's office, he looked serious. We drove in silence and he made me promise to keep the medical report as a8. I did this with a heavy heart.

    At that time, I was 9a new car. I asked my father to go with me to pick10out. When I started talking with the salesman, I noticed my father11a brown car. I12chose a white car. My father took one final look at the brown car and seemed kind of 13before leaving. I heard him muttering (嘀咕) to himself, “14like that car. Wish I could 15it.”

    Several days later, I asked my father if he could go with me to pick up16new car. As we arrived, the salesman17him a key to a new car - the brown one - and18that it was for him, from me. My father looked at me in great19 I told him it was my childhood20and smiled at this man, who had given up everything for his family.

    The first note I ever wrote for my mother said "Hi, Mom！Have a nice day！Love，Marie！".I was twelve when I wrote it, and I folded(折叠) the1into her change purse（零钱包）.

    My mother worked as a cleaner in a clothing factory. I knew that when she 2meals in the dining hall, she would have to look for change in her purse. I didn't know that she would keep that note, and always carry it with her.

    From the day that I3folded the small piece of paper into my mother's change purse, she and I left each other4notes. They would be put in the fridge, under a lamp, or beside the TV set. I5found one hidden in my shoe. From the outside, our notes may have been the records of our days, ideas and wishes. But to my mother and me, they were a lifeline communication with each other that no one else6.

    On October 20, 2009, my mother died after a long illness. I stood near her bed, 7her hand. I didn't cry the day my mom died, 8I didn't cry a week later when I went to collect her things. I was so thankful that she no longer had aches and pains.

    Recently, I found a note that my mom9me.It was hidden in the10of my favorite childhood book for years. It read "Dear Marie, I love you always. Miss you a lot. Don't forget me. Be happy! Love, Mom" That day, I cried.

Kevin sat at the desk in his study, pencil in hand. He had to write a story for his English class by Friday. "I don't know what to1," he complained to his dog, who was asleep at his feet. Kevin was talkative when speaking to his friends, yet he had2finding words he had to write.

    By bedtime Kevin had drawn a picture of his dog smiling. He had drawn a tree with its branches(树枝) blowing in a high wind. He had also written a3asking his friend to go to the movies on Saturday.4he had not written a single word of his story.

    On Wednesday, Mrs Scott, Kevin's English teacher, asked the class to5the first draft() of their stories. Kevin had to turn in the only work that he had—the page with his name, the6, and the note.

Kevin wasn't7when Mrs Scott asked him to stay after class the next day. But he was surprised by what8said to him. "Kevin, this is a fantastic story—the dog, the movie, the tree in the9. I can't wait to find out how they all fit together. I think you have the idea of a story there. Look at your note and the pictures and try to see10a story comes to you."

That night Kevin sat at his desk, and this was what he wrote: "One Saturday Tom went to meet his friend at the11. It looked as if it might rain, so Tom12his umbrella. Suddenly a big storm blew in. The noise of the wind13like Tom's dog Spotty. Spotty really hated storms and barked whenever he wanted to be let inside. Then Tom saw Spotty running after him down the busy street, barking. The sound was full of blame(责备). Tom felt14because he had left Spotty outside. He turned and headed home with Spotty. Tom let Spotty in the door just and the rain started to pour down."

    Kevin had a story after all. The last thing he did was to write his name15at the top of the page.

    Once upon a time，there was a swan(天鹅). She lived in a lake. A woman with her two daughters lived in a small house1 the lake. They lived a hard life. Sometimes they2money to buy food.

    The swan was3to see that. She4 to help them. Every day she came to the woman's house and left a golden feather(羽毛)without5anything. The woman sold the feather6bought food. She was happy because her life was7than before.

    But the woman became greedy(贪婪的). One day when the swan8, the woman caught(捉住)her and took all her golden feathers. Suddenly the golden feathers9common(普通的)feathers.

    The swan said, "I came to help you, but you wanted to kill(杀) 10. I will never come back. Never be greedy. "With these words，the swan disappeared(消失).