Everybody has his own hero in mind and is always trying to copy his behaviors in life. As for me, my 1 is just that man. My grandfather had a small farm. He also worked in a 2.

    One autumn, most of the farmers in the village were 3 so he promised to help his neighbor harvest（收割）the corn as he often did.4 after harvesting his own corn, Grandpa's little corn machine broke. What was 5 the factory where Grandpa worked made the workers have extra work. He had to 6the farm early and didn't get back until very late. It now seemed 7 to help out his neighbor because he really had no free time.

    One night, Grandpa 8 that he wouldn't let his neighbor's harvest rot（腐烂）in the field. Without a9 he'd harvest it by hand.

    “I don't think you'd have time to do it,” said my grandma. “10 it would be too dark to do anything at night.”

    “I know of one night that I could do it!” he 11 “There's still one more full moon in October. If the12 is clear, I think I can do it.”

    A few days later, after a long shift（轮班）at the factory, my grandpa went to the 13The weather was cold but clear. He cut all the corn through the night to 14 his word.

    Sometimes, when I want to put off responsibilities, I'd see my grandfather 15 corn in the light of the harvest moon. Behind him, row after row of corn stocks（玉米秸秆）stand at attention in respect for a man who keeps his word.

    One hot afternoon, a poor farmer was digging his field. Suddenly, his spade (铲) hit something. It was a big metal 1 which was big enough to boil rice for more than one hundred people. "It does not seem to be of any use to me, I will dig 2. Maybe I will find something else," thought the farmer. He 3to dig. Feeling tired, he threw the spade into the pot and sat under a tree to have a rest. When he got up to leave, he could not 4his eyes. There were one hundred spades in the pot. What a 5 pot!

    After that, he put a mango(芒果) into the pot. Then he found one hundred mangoes in the pot. With that pot, he became a rich man. The King came to know of the pot, and he was very greedy (贪婪的). "I want to find out the 6 of the magical pot. If it is valuable, it should be mine," the King thought. So, at once, he ordered his men to bring the farmer and his pot.

    The King 7the .pot and did not know what to do. He thought, "Let me see what is inside this pot that makes this pot so magical?" He slipped (滑) and 8inside the pot. After climbing up out of the magical pot, he was 9 to find that there were one hundred Kings. All the Kings then 10among themselves and died. This magical pot has killed the King himself!

    Ashley was outspoken, fashionable, and the "Queen Bee" in my school.

    I looked up to her and idolized her. I listened to the music she listened to, wore the clothes she wore. I even took art class though I had really wanted to take theatre. I finally fitted in 1 group.

    One day, I skipped out of my last class a few minutes early to

2 seats for our group at the dining hall. Concentrating on my homework, I didn't notice they had sat down behind me. Before I could say a word, I realized what they were 3.

    I listened silently. "She's such a loser," one girl said.

    Another girl added, "Ashley, she 4 follows you, trying to copy you."

    "I wish she would leave us alone. We were in the same summer school and now she thinks we're best friends." The once familiar voice sounded so 5 and strange.

    I was mortified. My hands were shaking. I couldn't help crying 6. I felt heart—broken for the very first time. How did this happen? I 7 we were friends.

    I ran home. My mother just held me while I sobbed for hours. The advice she gave was so 8, and I had heard it a million times. "Just be yourself and people will like you for 9you are." This time it became so profound. Then and there I 10 to find myself back. That was exactly—what I did.

    Over the next month, I went through a lot of 11. I bought new clothes that I wanted to wear. I no longer went to art class 12 them, and took theatre. I began making new friends. I developed my own 13 and never again followed the crowd.

    I had an amazing school year. 14 I look back, I think it was the year when I discovered the person I was going to be. Despite the pain I felt that day, it was a 15 they had given me.

    In the new sci-fi film. The Wandering Earth《流浪地球》, humans save the Earth without leaving it. In many-even most-space-themed films, whenever Earth faces a disaster(灾难), the1 is always running away from the planet in spaceships.

    But the latest Chinese sci-fi movie, The Wandering Earth, offers a different and more ambitious idea. In the film, based on a short story by Chinese sci-fi writer Liu Cixin, Earth is in danger of being destroyed by the dying sun. In reply, humans around the world work 2 to build a huge engine system that will push Earth away from the dying sun.3 giving up Earth-again-this time we're taking it with us.

    This "ambition" didn't come from nowhere. For thousands of years," homeland" has had a soft point in 4 of Chinese people. One old idiom is "luoyeguigen", which means returning to one's homeland at the old age, like 5 leaves return to the roots of their trees. Or there is an ancient poem, "The season called the White Dew begins tonight: Nowhere as in our native place is the moon so bright". These6 show the tight link that Chinese people have had with their homeland.

    This special cultural background is probably the key 7separates The Wandering Earth from Hollywood-style space films.

    "What is Chinese sci-fi?"Guo Fan, the film's director, said in an interview. "A movie that can really 8our cultural and spiritual view can be called Chinese sci-fi. Or, we're just copying others and telling the same American stories."

    And the makers of The Wandering Earth may have chosen the best time to tell its Chinese sci-fi story. The film was released on Feb 5^th, the first day of Chinese New Year. It was a time when many people had just made the 9journey back to their hometowns.

    So to them, there is only one possible way to tell the story. Earth10wherever humans go, because it's our home forever.

    When I had something difficult to do, I used to ask my mother for help. But she always said, "Do it yourself, dear." I was not 1 at all. I thought she was the 2 mother in the world!  For example, one day, I decided to 3 some friends to come to my home. My bedroom was not in order. Books were everywhere. And I didn't make the bed. I told my 4 to help me clean it, 5 she said, "Do it yourself, dear." Because of my "lazy mother", I have to 6 my clothes and clean my bedroom. I have to help my parents 7. I even have to go to the dentist by myself. It is really hard for me to do everything well, but I have learned 8. As time goes by, I understand my mother. She makes me clever and diligent. 9 a great mother! A 10 mother is worth one hundred teachers! Don't you think so?