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    Rose was telling her granddaughter Lily stories about how she had written a best-selling 1 in her early 30's.

"Did you always know you wanted to be a2, Grandma?" asked Lily. Rose smiled at her granddaughter. " I 3 knew it on my first day of primary school."

"I felt like that on my first day of primary school too! It was singing, I used to be sure that I would be a singer," said Lily. "Why 'used to' ,Lily?" Rose asked.

"Well," began Lily,"4 be the best singer in the class. But there was a new girl coming to my class, and she was better at singing than I was. What was the point(意义) of 5 as she was much better than me?"

"You know, Lily," Rose said," Although I was the best at writing in primary and middle school, when I got into high school, I met a girl in my English class. She was always the best writer. I used to 6 because of it, thinking that I was no longer the best writer, I was 7."

"So what did you do?" Lily asked. "I did what any person would do." said Rose." I did everything to be better than her."

"Did you ever write better than her in your class?" Lily asked." No. But I realized that it wasn't about being the best out of everyone, it was about being the very best that I could be.

So I 8my love for writing, and look where I am now…" Rose 9.

"Wow!" said Lily in surprise. "But what's that girl doing now?" "Who knows, but there's one thing I am 10:she hasn't written a best-selling book yet."

    Who designed the first helicopter? Who 1 one of the most famous pictures in the world? Who knew more about the human body than most doctors? There is an answer to all these questions-Leonardo da Vinci.

    Leonardo may have been the greatest genius(天才) people have ever known.

    He lived in Italy around the year 1500, but many of his inventions seem still 2 to us today. For example, one of his notebooks has drawings of a helicopter. Of course, he couldn't 3 a helicopter with the things he had. But scientists say his idea would have worked.

    But Leonardo wasn't just an inventor. He was one of the greatest artists of his day. By the time he was twenty years old, he was called a master(大师) painter, and as he got older he became even more 4. Almost everyone knew him. As a painter, he was quite careful. Sometimes he drew a hand in ten different ways 5 he was ready to paint.

    Many of Leonardo's wonderful paintings are still with 6 today. You may know one of his most famous works the smiling woman known as Mona Lisa.

Hello, my name is Li Hui. Hui is my first name, so you can 1 me Xiaohui. I am a 14- year- old boy. I come 2 China. I am in Shanghai now. Tom is my good friend. He is not Chinese. He is 3 English boy. But he is in Shanghai, 4 his parents work here. He is thirteen years old, so he is younger than me. Tom's Chinese name is Da- lin. We are both in 5 , Grade Six in No.6 Middle School. And both of us like 6 basketball. We often play it with our classmates after class. We can play basketball 7 , but I think Tom plays better than me. Yao Ming and Yi Jianlian 8 our favorite basketball stars. We often watch basketball games on TV. We want 9 basketball players in the future. Mr Li is my favorite teacher. He teaches 10 math. I like math and PE. I always have a good day at school.

My name is Jim. I have a nice family. {#blank#}1{#/blank#}They are my grandparents, parents, uncle, aunt, cousins, sister and me. I'm the one in red.

Can you see my grandparents? {#blank#}2{#/blank#}My grandfather is 67 and my grandmother is 65. They are nice.

My parents are next to my grandpa. My father is a teacher in a middle school. My mother likes dogs.

{#blank#}3{#/blank#} He is my uncle, my grandparents' son. My aunt is English. Now she is in China with my uncle. Those are their daughter and son.

{#blank#}4{#/blank#} She likes yellow. Her jacket is yellow. My cousins and my sister are in No. 5 Middle School. {#blank#}5{#/blank#}

Night after night, she came to help me sleep, even long after my childhood years.

I don't 1 when it first started making me upset—my mom's hands pushing my hair that way. But it did upset me, 2 they felt rough (粗糙的) against my young skin. Finally, one night, I spoke out angrily, "Don't do that anymore, your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything, but she 3 did it again.

Years later, I missed my mother's 4 and her good-night kiss on my forehead.

I'm not a little girl any more. My mom is in her mid-70s, and her rough hands are still doing things for my family and me. She's like a doctor to us, always knowing how to 5 a young girl's stomach. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world.

Now my own children are grown-up. It was late on Thanksgiving Eve. As I slept in my bedroom, a 6 hand ran across my face to push the hair from my head. Then a 7 , ever so gently, touched my brow (眉毛).

Taking my mom's hand, I told her how sorry I was for that night I 8 her. But she said she had 9 it long ago.

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation (感激) for my gentle mother and her 10 hands. And the regret that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.