Shutting the door heavily, seven-year-old Vito stormed into the room after school. He1himself into the sofa and cried loudly, “Dad, I am very 2.

Vito's father was quietly listening while working. Vito said, Joaquin made me lose 3 in front of my friends. I hope he 4 a few particularly bad luck things. ” His father went to a corner5a bag of coal and said to Vito, “Son6 that white shirt as Joaquin, and the bag of coal as some bad luck things. Use coal to hit the white shirt7 that every time you hit one on the shirt, Joaquin met with a bad luck thing. When you finish hitting all the coal, see what will8.

    Vito thought the game 9. He picked up coal to throw into the shirt. However, the shirt was hung in the10 rope. He tried again and again. He11throwing all the coal, but only a few on the shirt.

    Father asked Vito, “How do you feel now?”

    “It12me, but I am happy now.”

    Father saw his son did not understand his13 so he let Vito look in a large 14.What he could only see from his face was white15.

    Then the father said, “You see, the white shirt did not become particularly dirty, but you have become a 16 person'. You want a lot of bad luck things on others; the 17 is that the most unfortunate thing 18 on ourselves. There, our bad 19 may cause others to suffer bad luck, but the stains left to us is difficult to 20.

    Justin, my brother, has been missing for two weeks. Now I 1 him very much. I'm worried that something2 has happened to him. I'm sure he3 that night at about 11 o'clock, because I heard him playing his favorite CD in his bedroom. But where has he gone?

    Yesterday a girl named Marvies told me that 4was once taken away by aliens (外星人) from outer space. They did some research on her. Marvies said that the whole experience was really terrible5luckily they returned her home. If Justin has been taken away by aliens too, I hope they will 6him soon.

    My parents have been worrying about Justin. Soon after he was found missing, they called7. However, the police are not making 8 in the case (案子). They are very puzzled, saying Justin might have been murdered. Dad is very9 with them. He doesn't think they are doing their job well. Mum is so worried that she 10 sleep well. I hope Justin will come home soon and tell us what happened to him. I want all of us to be together again.

    “Daily Star, sir,” called Jason, carrying some news-papers under his arm. The little boy had been running up and down the street, but there were still twenty 1left. His voice was almost gone and his heart was 2. The shops would soon close, and all the people would go home. He would have to go home too, carrying the papers 3 money. He had hoped to sell more papers tonight to make more money to buy a 4for his mother and some seeds for his bird. That was why he had bought the papers with all his money. He 5 as he thought of his failure to sell all his papers.

    “You don't know the 6 of selling papers. You must shout, 'Hot news! Bomb bursting!'” another newsboy Chad told Jason. “7 it's not in the paper at all,” replied Jason. “Just run away quickly 8 they have time to see, and you'll 9out and get your money,” Chad said.

    It was a new 10 to Jason. He thought of his bird with no11and the cake he wanted to buy for his mother, but was12 that he would not tell a lie. Though he was 13 a poor newsboy, he had been 14 some good things.

    The next afternoon Jason went to the office for his papers15. Several boys were crowding around Chad, who declared with a 16 smile that he sold six dozen the day before. He added that Jason 17 money because he would not tell a lie. The boys 18 at Jason. “You wouldn't tell a lie yesterday, my boy?” A gentleman at the office came up and patted Jason's shoulder 19, “You're just the boy I am looking for.” A week later Jason started his new 20. He lost the sale of twenty papers because he would not tell a lie, but got a well-paid job because he told the truth.

    In the 1950s, I was an only child of a single mother, living in a modest cottage in New Zealand. There was no TV and very little1to spend on entertainment.2we had our books and enjoyed3better than reading aloud to each other. My mother read me The Faraway Tree Stories, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Treasure Island and poetry as well.4I turned seven, I was able to take my 5at the reading role, and we spent many pleasant evenings laughing over6characters.

    In 1964, I was 18 and moved to Auckland, but we still phoned each other and talked about books. Years later, Mum's eyesight began to7. She found it8difficult to read the small print of her beloved books. She enjoyed looking at magazines but missed9up with the latest books by her favourite10.

    Later, I became a Special Needs library assistant and my11was to select books for12impaired（损伤的）people. In time, I introduced my mother to large-print novels and audio-books, which gave her a great deal of13as her eyesight grew more dim(模糊的).

    In her 70s, Mum's choice of reading seemed to14to mainly murder mystery stories. I was15to see that, so I bought her a more “worthy” audio-book. The next day, I asked, “How are you getting on with that latest book?” “Oh, not so well,” she replied16. I didn't try to “improve” my mother's literary17after that.

    A few years ago Mum18away. There are still so many thing I'd like to tell her. I'd like to19her for her early guidance in the20world of books. And I'm happy to say that I'm also into audio-books now.

    I began to do volunteer work in grade seven. I experienced many meaningful moments, and the most1ones were when I was volunteering as a swimming2at the YMCA in Brockton, Massachusetts. At first, I was a teacher's3."What are we going to do next? "When is the play time? These were just two of the questions I was often4there. On the day of my first class, I thought it was going to be a(n) 5 job. I 6that since I had taken swimming lessons from the age of five, I knew the7about swimming. After all, I was good at all8of swimming! 9, I soon found out there was more about teaching swimming than just knowing how to swim.

    During my first class, I assisted the swimming teacher in teaching a group of five-year-old kids. From that moment on, my10of teaching changed. Teaching is communicating. To instruct children, one has to make the lessons11 and interesting for them to learn. I had to learn many games that would help the children to 12as swimmers. Such as "Red Light, Green Light" and "Blast-Off." I must devote myself to teaching them and set a(n)13example to them.

    I expected to teach a group of children, but it14my students were the ones who taught me how to be a(n)15teacher. Not only was it challenging to learn the children's names, but it was also challenging to16to their many personalities and moods. There were many 17that went along with helping these children, among which was seeing a child18a task that he or she could not do before they met me.19, through the volunteer work, I learned that there would always be rewards by giving, and there would be20by making efforts.

    Many people tend to bring electronic products when travelling, including me. Last year I just ruined my summer vacation by bringing along a modern convenience: the iPad.

    Instead of looking at nature, I 1 my e-mail. Instead of reading great novels, I stuck to reading 2 newspapers each morning. And that was the problem: I was acting 3

    I were still in the office. My body was on vacation but my 4 wasn't.

    So this year I made up my mind to try something 5: getting away from the Internet. I knew it wouldn't be easy, 6 I'm not good at self-control. But I was 7. I started by 8 the iPad to my wife. Then, a stroke of luck: The mobile phone 9at our cabin was worse than in the past. I was trapped in a small circle and 10to carry out my plan. Largely 11from e-mail and my favorite newspaper websites, I had little way to12 the world. I had no 13 but to do what I had planned to do all along: read books.

    With determination and the strong support of my wife, I succeeded in my vacation struggle 14 the Internet. I finally 15 that it was me, of course, not the iPad, that was the 16.

    I knew I had 17 when we passed a Starbucks and my wife asked if I wanted to stop to use the Wi-Fi. "Don't need it," I said. 18, as we return to work, a test begins: Can I 19 when I'm back at work? I had no intention of 20 my iPad completely. But I hope to resist the temptation (抵抗诱惑) to use it every five minutes.