Rock climbing(攀岩)did not become a sport until in the late 19^th century. {#blank#}1{#/blank#} 

While rock climbing may still be necessary for mountain climbing, most people just climb low mountains for fun.

    If you have ever done rock climbing, you will know that it is not a very easy sport. {#blank#}2{#/blank#} What most people don't know is that rock climbing is one of the sports that depend on your body and mind(意志).

    To climb successfully, one must use wonderful skills. {#blank#}3{#/blank#} Another important rule is that your arms only hold you close to the rock face while your legs are pushing you up. The closer you are to the rock face, the easier it is to climb.

{#blank#}4{#/blank#} Once you start to learn how to climb, you'll find more fun. People who like games such as chess playing or problem—solving may love rock climbing, because they are nearly the same in the way of thinking. {#blank#}5{#/blank#} Anyone who enjoys a difficult game and loves the outdoors should think of taking rock climbing as a new hobby.

When I was a little girl, my favorite thing was a shoebox, I filled it up {#blank#}1{#/blank#} pieces of paper that I had gathered. The shoebox{#blank#}2{#/blank#}(call) "Post Office" in my heart. I would take it from under my bed and pour my "letters" on the floor, and then put{#blank#}3{#/blank#}(they) back into the box.

This led me to pick up {#blank#}4{#/blank#} new hobby—writing letters to children I had never met. It was magical{#blank#}5{#/blank#}(send) my written pages to people who I would never talk to. My best penfriends Alastair{#blank#}6{#/blank#}(live) far away from me. It was to Alastair that I first {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(proud) showed my dream of being a songwriter. I started to discover my favorite bands and thought about{#blank#}8{#/blank#} I should write a song or not.

In my early teens, I wrote to the{#blank#}9{#/blank#}(kid) I had met on school trips and boys at other schools. The freedom I found to express myself in letters is one of my {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(great) memories of childhood.

As I now create music, I always remember my childhood hobbies. Releasing new songs is similar to sending out handwritten letters. My "Post Office" is where I got started.

When Robert was about two years old, he tried to remove a bottle of milk from the fridge but it fell, spilling (洒出) milk all over the kitchen floor.

When his mother came into the kitchen, instead of shouting at him or punishing him, she said, "Robert, what a great and wonderful mess you have made! I have seldom seen so much milk. Well, the damage has already been done. Would you like to get down and play in the milk for a few minutes before we clean it up?"

In fact, he did. After a few minutes, his mother said, "You know, Robert, whenever you make a mess like this, finally you have to clean it up and bring everything back to its proper order."

After they cleaned up the spilled milk, his mother then said, "You know, what we have here is a failed experiment in how to effectively carry a big milk bottle with two hands. Let's go out in the back yard and fill the bottle with water and see if you can discover a way to carry it without dropping it."

The little boy learned that if he grasped the bottle at the top near the lip with both hands, he could carry it without dropping it. At that moment he knew he didn't need to be afraid to make mistakes. Instead, he learned that mistakes were just good chances for learning something new, which is, after all, what scientific experiments are all about. Even if the experiment "doesn't work", we usually learn something valuable from it.

A Frenchman went to New York to take a holiday. He didn't know a word of English. When he arrived in New York, he took a bus to a hotel. 

It was a sunny day. The Frenchman went out for a walk. When he went along the street, he thought he must remember the name of the street. On the wall near the street, he saw some English words. He wrote them down in his notebook. "Now I know the name of the street," he said to himself. "It will be easy for me to get back to the hotel. "

He walked for a long time in the city. Then he felt tired and wanted to go back to his hotel. He took the notebook out of his backpack and showed the words to a young woman. The young woman read the words and looked at the Frenchman. She didn't know what he wanted. 

Then the Frenchman stopped an old man and showed him the words. The old man didn't know what the Frenchman wanted, either. 

At last, the Frenchman saw a young man. He knew some French. When the Frenchman showed him the words and asked where the street was, the young man laughed, because the words in the notebook read: One-way street(单行道). 

Bob is my cousin. He is my{#blank#}1{#/blank#} son. His{#blank#}2{#/blank#}name is Green. I can{#blank#}3{#/blank#}it, G-R-E-E-N, Green. He's a nice boy. He has four{#blank#}4{#/blank#} in the school. Do you like{#blank#}5{#/blank#}?

A: Hi. Kate!{#blank#}1{#/blank#}

B: I'm going to put up the poster （海报） there. 

A: A poster? 

B: Yes. We are going to have a school party. 

A: {#blank#}2{#/blank#}

B: At seven o'clock tomorrow evening. 

A: Oh, great!{#blank#}3{#/blank#}

B: I'm going to wear my school uniforms. 

A:{#blank#}4{#/blank#}

B: I'm afraid you can't wear your jeans. You must wear your school uniforms. 

A:{#blank#}5{#/blank#}

B: Look at the poster. Here are the rules for the party. 

A: Well, I see. I'll wear my school uniforms, too.