Mr Henry lived in a small village. All day he worked on his farm and never went to the 1.

Sometimes he went to the2 town to buy something, but he always walked there and never took a bus or train. His daughter, Ann, 3 her father and found work in a hospital in the capital. As she was 4 ， she had no time to go back to the village. But she 5 her father and asked him to come to the capital. When Mr Henry heard from his daughter, he was quite6 and was soon ready to set off. The next day, as soon as he got to the 7 ， he rang Ann to tell her the time he would arrive.

Mr Henry spent about sixteen hours on the train. As soon as he 8 ， he saw his daughter standing there to meet him. Ann ran up to him and found that her father looked pale.

“What's the matter with you，Dad?” Ann asked 9.

“Nothing,” answered Mr Henry. “I'm just not used to sitting backwards in the train.”

“Oh，dear,” laughed the girl. “Why didn't you exchange 10 with the man opposite you?” “How can I do that?” answered Mr Henry. “No one sat opposite me!”

    I have a friend. He is a boy. His name is Nick. He is from England. Nick is a sports fan. He likes 1 every kind of games. He likes basketball, football, tennis, badminton 2 swimming. Nick is good at 3 football. Yang Chen is his favourite football player. Nick is a member 4 the Football Club. When he goes shopping, he always 5 newspapers 6sports and he often reads sports news. His school is very big and beautiful. There is a football tennis court and a swimming pool in his school. He usually plays football 7 his friends after school. Nick says that he wants to 8 a football player when he grows up. Nick often goes to the stadium (体育馆) to watch the football games 9 the weekend. He 10 want to miss any match.

    This is a story about a famous scientist. After reading it，you may know what made him 1 from others.He said all his success came from an experience that happened2 he was five years old.At that time，he tried to take 3 bottle of milk away from the fridge.However，the bottle 4 and the milk was all over the kitchen floor.

    When his mother came in，instead of shouting at 5 ， she said，"Ben，what a great mess you have made!I have never 6 such a big puddle of milk.Would you like to play in the milk 7 a few minutes before we clean it up？

    Actually，he did.After a few minutes，his mother said，"Ben，you have made a mess like this，8 you need to clean it up.9 would you like to do that？With a towel or a mop（拖把）？"He  10 the towel and they cleaned up the milk together.

    Then his mother said，"You were not able 11 a big milk bottle with your small hands in the kitchen.Let's 12 the bottle with water and see if you can discover a way to carry it without  13 it."Finally，the

boy learned that if he held the bottle with14 hands，he could carry it and it wouldn't drop.

    From then on，the boy knew he didn't need to be afraid15 making mistakes.It was more important for him to find a way to correct the mistakes.

One day, Wald went to the supermarket to buy some groceries (杂货) for his wife Layla. On the way home, he stopped at an art gallery where people were holding a pop-art exhibition.

Then, being so moved by what he saw, he left the bag of groceries on the floor and went home. When Wald rushed back to the gallery, the groceries had been awarded the first prize in the exhibition.

"We've been looking everywhere for you," the gallery owner said. "Why didn't you sign your name of art?"

"What? It's not a work of art. It's my dinner for tonight!" Wald replied.

The gallery was suddenly full of laughter. "He's not only a great artist, but has humour as well." A judge said. "You can see that in his work," another judge cheered, "How the bottle of tomato ketchup is leaning against the pork and beans! He is a genius (天才)! Notice the way the bottle of peach is lying on its side! Even Artist Andy Warhol wouldn't have thought of it!"

"Did you notice the way that he pressed the cheesecake on the bottom of the bag? I think that's why he can win the first prize. It makes Artist Picasso feel ashamed." A lady said excitedly.

"Look," Wald said. "I'm very thankful for all these praises, but my wife is waiting for these groceries, and I have to get it home."

"Get it home?" The gallery owner said surprisingly, "I've just sold it to that couple over there for 1,500 dollars."

"But the groceries cost me only 18 dollars," Wald said.

"It isn't a bag of groceries. It's what you did with them. The thought you expressed in your art is even more meaningful than Artist Auguste Rodin showed through his "Thinker"! You have said what Artist Rembrandt tried to say in 1,000 paintings with this bag of groceries!" The gallery owner said, "Here is your money!"

With a burning face, Wald stood still and could not say a word. Finally, he accepted the money and that night he took his wife out for dinner.

The next day, he went to the supermarket and bought another bag of groceries, much more expensive. He immediately took the bag to the gallery. But the reviews were terrible to him. Some leading critics even said that success had gone to his head but his talent was gone, and all that was left was a bag of tasteless groceries.

Every kid in my neighbourhood knew about the Christmas Witch (女巫). She was an old woman who left her Christmas decorations(装饰) up all year long: a twinkling tree in the living room, a plastic wreath on the front door, and…

I was told the decorations were meant to get kids closer to the house so the Christmas Witch could take them, and I promised myself I would never go near that place. But when I turned fourteen, I got a newspaper road map and found I'd have to deliver(投递) papers to the Christmas Witch. 

My first day of delivery was a dark, cold March morning. The sky was just turning pink as I got close to the last house on my road map— that of the Christmas Witch. I walked up the stairs quietly and placed the newspaper by the door. Then I quickly turned around. Just then I fell down the stairs. I hurt my ankle(踝关节), unable to walk. 

The light was on. The door opened. Someone came out. It was the Christmas Witch. 

"Dear me, " said she. "Are you all right?" Speechless, I pointed at my ankle. "Come in; make sure you're okay, " she smiled, not a wicked- witch smile, but a nice smile. I had no choice. Holding her hand, I got into her house and was placed in a chair. "Relax. " She hurried into the kitchen and returned a moment later, handing me a cup of hot tea. "I call your parents, " she said. 

I told her my mother's number. She got through, told my mother everything and turned, "Your mother will be here shortly. ""Thank you, Mrs Wright. ""You're welcome. " She sat down across from me, smiling. "You don't have to call me Mrs Wright; you can call me Christmas Witch. "

I was a bit embarrassed (尴尬的). "It's alright. I hear what people say, " she smiled. "You do have lots of decorations, "I said. "I think it's pretty, " she replied. "But people think it's… strange, "I said. "They don't understand why I leave up my decorations, " answered she. 

Like most teenagers, I just asked the next question, "Why?"

"It was because of my son, Anthony, " said Mrs Wright. "Anthony planned to come home before Christmas. He called me on New Year's Eve, telling me to leave up the Christmas decorations. But three days later, Anthony died because there was something wrong with the plane. My boy never made it back home. Even though I know it doesn't change anything, I won't take down those decorations, even after all these years. " Mrs Wright wasn't a witch. She was a sad, lonely mother fighting with a terrible sadness. 

The doorbell rang and my mother arrived. Held by my mother, I went home. My hurt ankle healed (康 复 ) quickly. Since then, whenever I delivered newspapers to Mrs Wright, she smiled, saying how much she enjoyed my visit. I didn't think of her as the Christmas Witch any more. 

When she was 14 years old, Remya Jose's life was turned upside down by a family crisis( 危机). 

Remya, who lived in a small village in India, learned that her mother was ill and her father would have to spend his time caring for her. As a result, she and her twin sister had to do most of the housework

— including washing clothes. To make things even more difficult, the Jose family couldn't afford an electric washing machine. Instead, the two girls would have to do the washing all by hand in the local river, and then carefully carry everything back to their home—a task that took several hours. 

Being a good student interested in engineering, Remya wanted to make a washing machine which could be used without electricity. She started studying electric washers to learn how they worked. Remya then designed(设计) a machine that used bicycle pedals(踏板) and chain. To find those items, she and her father went to a local auto shop. Workers there not only gave her the parts, they helped her make the machine!

Here's how the machine works: Remya used a cylinder(圆筒) to hold the clothes and put it in a cube( 立方体). Next, she connected the bicycle pedals and the chain to the cylinder. As Remya pushed the pedals with her legs, the cylinder cleaned the clothes just like a regular washing machine. 

Remya's invention worked! She had created her own human-powered washing machine—and now a task that used to take several hours took only 30 minutes. Remya's washing machine was chosen from among 25, 000 entries as India's best innovation! She was given India's National Award and honored by the nation's former president. 

The story of this young woman's creative invention was known around the world. 

"Remya Jose made a difference, " said Jeanine Thomas of The Borden Project, "Her invention saves time and money for the world's poor. Her story shows that with creativity, one individual can improve the lives of many. "