Stephen, a young worker, got serious heart disease unluckily. And he used to work in a big computer company. But now he couldn't work for a long time. Thinking he could still do something, he decided to be a 1at a Children's Hospital. Stephen loved children very much. With his love, he did his job well. Every time he 2 one of his children in hospital, he felt sad in his room alone. They died. At that time, he would tell these sad parents that he would be with their children in heaven and he would 3 them. His words seemed to help those parents.

    There was a girl who could not walk because of a disease. She couldn't do anything and she was very unhappy. What was 4, the doctor said that they could do little for her. Stephen decided to help her. He stared to visiting her, bringing brushes and paper. He put the brushes in his 5 and could do anything she wanted. With the help of Stephen, at last she began to 6 with her mouth. She and Stephen became friends. Day by day, the little girl was getting better and better. She was allowed to leave the hospital.

    One day, to Stephen's surprise, she walked to see him on her own feet! She gave him a picture she had drawn. At the top, it sad: 'Thank you for 7 me talk. It's because of your 8.

    Love can sometimes be more 9 than doctors and medicines. Love makes world more beautiful and colourful.

    Stephen died a few days later 10 after the girl gave him the picture.

    An old woman had two large pots(罐) — one on each end of a pole(扁担). She carried the pole with the pots on her shoulder. One of the pots had a crack(裂缝) in it, while the other pot was 1 and was always full of water. At the 2 of the long walk from the local well(井) to the woman's house, the cracked pot arrived only half-full.

    This 3 daily for two years, with the woman bringing home only 4 pot(s) of water. Of course, the perfect pot was 5. But the poor cracked pot was 6 of its own imperfection.

    One day, the cracked pot spoke to the 7 while they were on the way back. "I am ashamed of myself 8 this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house," it said. The old woman smiled and said, "Did you 9 that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I 10 know you were cracked. I planted flower seeds on 11 side of the path. And every day while we walk back, you 12them."

    "For two years, I have been able to 13 these beautiful flowers to decorate(装饰) my dining table. 14 you being just the way you are, I would not have this beauty." Hearing these words, the cracked pot 15.

    Each of us has our own cracks. But it's these cracks that make our lives so interesting and meaningful.

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    Once upon a time, there was a very old man called Yu Gong. He lived with his family in a village and there were two big and 1 mountains near his house. They spent a long time 2 to the other side.

    One day, Yu Gong told his family that they must move the mountains to other places.3 this, everyone in his family was laughing at him. One of his sons said, "Are you kidding? ""No, I'm serious and all of you must do it with me. "Everyone was 4 at that time. They really didn't want to do it, but they had to do because the oldest man in the family was 5 important person at that time.

    The next day everyone in Yu Gong's family started to dig the mountains. They put the stones and the earth 6 the sea. One day a man saw Yu Gong and his children 7 the mountains. He told Yu Gong he would never do it. But Yu Gong said though he was 8 and would die, his family could continue to move the mountains. Then they kept on digging day after day and year after year.

    Finally a god was so moved by Yu Gong 9 he sent two gods to help Yu Gong move the mountains away.

    The 10 reminds us that you can never know what's possible unless you try to make it happen.

Mama was calling to me. I started awake, realizing it must be nearly midnight. "Mary," she said 1 , "Where's your homework?" Then I remembered I had not finished my homework. "Oh, Mama, I fell asleep," I told her weakly. "Well, your 2 comes first! You'd better finish your work." She said. I dragged myself out of bed. As I did so, I could not help feeling 3 . Why me? Those feelings were nothing new, but I did not give voice to them. With Mama, you didn't argue. You just 4 . I finished my work and gave it to her to check.

I remember when Ann and I walked barefoot to school one fine September day because our 5 had worn out and there wasn't enough money for Mama to buy us new ones. The headmaster asked us to go home, for he couldn't have students attending school barefoot. I suggested to Ann that 6 spend the day in a nearby farm instead. Just about the time school was over we went home. There was Mama, waiting for us. I 7 a story rather than let her down. Then she started crying. It was 8 that she knew everything. She told us never to be 9 of being poor. "The most important is not what you 10 , but who you are", said Mama.

Mama's strictness with me always made me feel as if I pleased her less than her other children. However, the 11 that I got has guided me for many years. I have come to be 12 for the value of Mama's strict requests. Still, one question continued to 13 me for more than 30 years. Then one day I asked her 14 she was always so much stricter with me than others. She looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "I had to be harder on you because you had more gifts. It was more important for you to get all the schooling you could because I just knew that many other people would be depending on you to do your best. "I 15 , Mama." At last I did.