Nine-year-old Louis Pasteur rushed into the little house.With his face white. “Mother!” he cried, “A mad dog has 1 my friend Henry, and now they are burning him with red-hot irons(烙铁). It's terrible!”

    “Rabies(狂犬病), Louis. Burning the bites is the only 2of stopping Henry from catching the disease.''

    Henry did get rabies and died, in great 3 some days later. Louis Pasteur never 4“One day,” he thought, “I must do something to help people like Henry.”

    Sixteen years later Pasteur became a Doctor of 5And he began his work in this special field. Pasteur achieved great success in his life.6 the years of research he lost the use of his left arm and leg, yet he never lost heart. He worked on and on, as hard as ever,7 he had a strong will to find a way for curing rabies.

    After many dangerous experiments on mad dogs, he 8found the answer. Just then a boy who had been badly bitten by a mad dog arrived at his lab. A few days later Pasteur's treatment, the boy got9He did not catch rabies.

    The discovery gave new hope to people in many countries. People sent money to help10the Pasteur Institute in Paris. Today it is one of the world's most famous centers for the research.

    Mike was reading in the garden when his mother came. She pointed to something and asked Mike what it was. Mike felt quite 1, but he told her it was a sparrow (麻雀) and got back into reading. Several minutes later, his mother pointed to the same sparrow and asked the same question again. Mike got a little angry but 2 answered her question. After a little while, his mother did the same thing once more. This time Mike could not 3 his anger. He shouted at her for disturbing him again and again.

    The old lady silently 4 an old diary, turned to a page and showed it to Mike. Though a little impatient, Mike began to read it.

    "Today, I was watering the flowers in the garden when little Mike pointed to a 5 on the grass and asked me what it was. I 6 at him, said it was a sparrow and kissed him.

    After a while Mike asked me again and I did the same. Pointing to the same sparrow, little Mike asked me what it was twenty times and I 7 answering his question and kissing him every time.

    Something gently touched Mike's 8. His face turned red with 9 for being so impatient to his mother and he hugged (拥抱) her tightly.

    Your parents have given you many things in their lifetime, but you may not 10 that until they are gone.

    Sitting on the side of the highway waiting to catch speeding drivers, a police officer saw a car driving along at 22 miles per hour.

    He thought to himself, "This driver is just as dangerous as a 1!" So he turned on his lights and pulled the driver over.

    Getting closer to the car, he noticed that there were 2 old ladies, two in the front seat and three in the back wide eyed and pale faced.

    The driver, who knew 3 about what happened, said to him, "Officer, I don't understand. I was doing exactly the speed limit! What seems to be the 4?"

    "Ma'am," the officer replied, "you weren't speeding, but you should know that driving 5 than the speed limit can also be a danger to other drivers. The same as a speeder."

    "No, sir. I was doing the speed limit—exactly twenty-two miles an hour!'' The old woman said in a 6 voice. The officer, almost unable to control his chuckle, explained to her that "22" was the route 7, not the speed limit.

    A bit embarrassed, the woman smiled widely and thanked the officer for 8 her misunderstanding.

    "But 9 I let you go, ma'am, I have to ask... Is everyone in this car OK? These women seem to be 10 badly and they haven't made a single sound this whole time," the officer asked.

    "Oh, they'll be all right in a minute. We just got off Route 119."

    My father was a self-taught mandolin(曼陀林琴) player. He was one of the best players in our town. He could not 1 music. but if he heard a tune(曲子) a few times, he could play it, When he was young, he was a 2 of a small country music band. They played at local dances and the radio station.

    At home Dad often took out his mandolin and played for the family. We three children sang along.3 played the mandolin like my father. He could 4 your heart with the music that came out of that old mandolin, He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his 5 in his ability to play so well for his family.

    But Dad had to find another 6 in a factory later because the money he made at the band wasn't enough to 7 the family. Unluckily, he had an 8 one day and lost one finger, He couldn't play as 9 as before. From then on, every time we asked him to play, he would make up reasons to 10 down our request. However, we missed his performance so much. 11, he agreed and said, "Okay, but remember, 1 can't hold down on the strings(琴弦) the way I 12 to."

    When he played the old mandolin, it carried us back to a 13 ， happy time in our lives. Dad was that kind of man. 14 was what he was doing all his life. If he could give to 15 others, he would, especially his family. He was always there. sacrificing(牺牲) his time to see that his family had enough in their lives.

    My name is Tony. I'm from 1. Now I'm a student of NO.5 Middle School in Beijing. It's easy for me to make friends in China 2Chinese people are friendly. They usually ask me to join（加入） 3for dinner. There are 4people in my family. They are my grandparents, my parents, my sister and I. My father is a 5. He teaches English in my school. My mother is a doctor. It's 20 km from our home to 6. So she goes to work 7bus every morning. My sister is a six-year-old girl. She doesn't come to China. She stays in America with my grandparents. So I 8her very much. She has two dogs. They are smart. They can dance 9. They can play games 10her, too.