I live in a big city with a lot of homeless(无家可归的) people. Luckily there're small ways of helping them and you needn't have a lot of  1.  

    One way to help is to buy their monthly magazine. 2doing this one day, I got to 3 a young homeless man, He was often 4 the magazine at the train station.

    He was a poor farmer from another country. After a while, I found that his 5 was close to mine. It 6 that we were born in the same month.

    I met him last year 7 after his birthday, and after congratulating him, without 8, I asked if he had had a good day. He 9 and said he hadn't really celebrated. I felt so 10.

    I just couldn't think of this nice, young man being 11 on his 25th birthday with no presents, no cake, nothing! So I went home and looked in my yarn（纱线） basket. 12 for me, I had enough yarn 13. I set to work and knitted（编织） a 14 for the young man. The yarn had become a little dirty 15 I didn't knit very often. Then I washed the yarn so the scarf would be 16 when he got it.

    I met him on my own birthday as I was going shopping. I had 17 to meet him so I had 18 the scarf and a piece of my own birthday 19 around with me. He was very happy with these gifts and so was I. The 20 in his eyes was the best present he could have given me!

    When my oldest son was in high school, he planned to1 a Christian contemporary concert with the youth group from our church. To my 2 Aaron invited me to go along. I3 accepted; however, by the time the date of the concert arrived, my youngest son had been ill, and I was4 about him. I hesitated (犹豫). Then my husband5 me to attend the concert, promising he would take care of our youngest.

    Finally, the6 was made. Aaron was sixteen years old. How many 7 would I have to do something fun with him8he went away to college? And how many youths actually would 9 their mothers to attend a concert with them that was clearly for teens? I would not miss this opportunity.

At the concert, I 10with Aaron in the third row, putting cotton in my ears to block out the 11 ear-splitting music of the first performer. I stood when the kids stood, clapped when they 12 and never let anyone know how13 I was to feel the floor shaking beneath my feet. Aaron and his friends were 14at my enthusiasm (激情).

    By the time we left the concert, my ears were ringing, but it quickly passed.15 did my son's teenage years.16he was in college and away from home. I missed him more than I could say. Whenever I felt17 I would think back to the concert we attended and be thankful once again that I didn't 18an opportunity to spend time with my son.

    Aaron is now grown and has a family of his own, but he often calls just to 19and tell me about his day. I drop everything and 20the moment.

    Everyone has something that he or she cherishes a lot.

    Dad had a green comb. He bought it when he married Mum. Every night, he would hand me his 1 and say, "Good girl, help Daddy clean it, OK?"

    I was 2 to do it. At age five, this dull task brought me such 3. I would excitedly turn the tap 4 and brush the comb carefully. Satisfied that I'd done a good job, I would happily return the comb to Dad. He would 5 affectionately at me and place the comb on his wallet.

    Two years later, Dad started his own 6, which wasn't doing so well. That was when things started to 7. Dad didn't come home as early and as much as he used to. Mum and I became 8with him for placing our family in trouble. With 9 , an uncomfortable silence grew between us.

    After my graduation, Dad's business was getting back on track. On my 28th birthday, Dad came home 10. As usual, I helped him carry his bags into his study. When I turned to leave, he said, "Hey, would you help me 11 my comb?" I looked at him a while, then 12 the comb and headed to the sink.

    It hit me then: why, as a child, 13 Dad clean his comb was such a pleasure. That routine meant Dad was home early to 14 the evening with Mum and me. It 15 a happy and loving family.

    I passed the clean comb back to Dad. He smiled at me and 16 placed his comb on his wallet. But this time, I noticed something 17. Dad had aged. He had wrinkles (皱纹) next to his eyes when he smiled, 18 his smile was still as 19 as before, the smile of a father who just wanted a good 20 for his family.

    Jane's mother worked on the farm from dawn till dark and she just could make ends meet. To make Jane live a1life, she was very careful about spending money.2, Jane didn't understand her. Every day she was busy with her 433while Jane was studying at school, so they had little time to enjoy themselves.

    One day, she realized Jane was unhappy and even 44to her, so she decided to go 45with Jane to make Jane happy.

    On Sunday morning they went happily to the snowfield. Since they were 6in white clothes, the manager advised them to buy ski clothes. He said 47there was an accident, they might be easily 48in their ski clothes. They couldn't 49them, so she refused.

    Then they went skiing in their white clothes. They were skiing happily on the 10when suddenly the snowfield began to11. It was a snow slide(雪崩). They ran a long way and

    12the snow slide finally, but they couldn't find their way. Later, a helicopter was flying above,13people on it couldn't see or hear them. Jane was14because she had hurt her head seriously and15dropped on the snow. Just then an idea struck her mother. She pierced (刺破) her own wrist16and let bright red blood drop on the snow. A red SOS was written. At last Jane17, but her mother died.

    Every time I18the blood dropping on the snow, I feel19. I believe anyone who hears the tragedy will20Jane's mother for her selfless love to her daughter.

    On a cold December morning, my mother and I were walking home from a pizza store. We were dressed warmly and equipped 1 the video we had been dying to watch. I was feeling a little 2 , as I was carrying our shopping bags of snacks and the video.

    They were so heavy that I decided to 3  some things. So I started to walk towards the garbage can when I 4 a poor man walking his bike out of the restaurant in front of us. He held a paper bag with his dirty hand. He 5 over to another nearby garbage can and started 6 it.

    I suddenly felt very 7. I knew this man would take all he could get, 8 I walked up to him and 9 the drink and some snacks over to him. The man, with lines on his face and wrinkles on his forehead, looked up in10 and took what I gave him.

    A huge smile 11 across his face and this caused me to feel indescribable 12. I felt like I couldn't be 13 with myself, but then he said: "Wow, first someone gives me this sandwich, then this drink, and now some 14 food; this is my daughter's 15 day!"

    He thanked me 16 and started off on his bike. I even heard him whistling a song as he rode away.

    I now 17what is meant by the saying "giving is getting". Everyone in the world needs help, everyone can 18 help and everyone will be helped by showing 19.

    The image of that man's happiness caused by my small gift appears in my mind every time I have the 20 to do something nice.

In October, I told the eight-year-olds whom I taught about my plan. "I'd like all of you to do1 jobs to earn some money," I said. Then we'll buy food fora(n)2 dinner for someone who might not have a nice dinner otherwise."

Early in the Thanksgiving week, the boys and girls arrived in class with their 3 money. They had set tables , washed dishes and looked after younger siblings(兄弟姐妹). And now they couldn't wait to go 4 .

I supervised(监督) while they5 up and down the supermarket aisles. At last we headed toward the 6 pushing a cart filled with a7 and other food. Then someone8 a "necessity".

" Flowers!" Kristine cried. The group ran toward the holiday plants.

I advised, "You can't9 flowers. " " But Mrs Sherlock, we want flowers." I was finally 10 .

With all those gifts, we went to visit an old woman who had lived11 for many years. When seeing the flowers, the woman seemed 12 . "Do you like them?" Michael asked. The woman brightened up and 13 .

[ After a happy moment, we had to leave. Sitting in the 14 , we could see the kitchen window. The woman inside waved goodbye , then turned and walked across the room, past the turkey, straight to the flowers. She put her 15 in them. When she raised her head , there was a smile on her lips. ]