Maggie was assigned to a public school in the middle of the year, and the headmaster asked her to teach Class 4-B right away. She heard that the former teacher had 1 suddenly, but the headmaster didn't tell her 2. All he told her was that this was a class of  “3 students”.    

    First day, she walked into the classroom, spitballs (纸团) 4 through the air, feet on desks, the noise deafening. She walked to the front of the classroom and 5 the attendance book(考勤簿). Next to 20 names on the list were IQ scores: 140,141...160. “Oh,” she thought to herself, “6 they are so high-spirited. These children have exceptional IQs.” She 7 and brought them to order, 8 that she could teach such high-quality students.       

    At first Maggie found the students 9 to turn in work, and that assignments that were handed in were done 10, full of mistakes. She spoke to everyone, “ With your IQ, I  11 nothing short of (除…之外) the best work from you.”       

    The whole term Maggie continually 12 them of their responsibility to use all the extra intelligence God had given them. Things began to 13. The children worked hard. Their work was creative and excellent. At the end of the term, the headmaster 14 Maggie into his office. “What magic have you done to these kids? ” He asked 15. “Their work has surpassed (超过) all the regular classes.” “It is just 16. They're smarter than regular students! You said yourself they are special students.” Maggie was 17. “I said they are special because they are the special need students—behavioral disordered.” “Then why are their IQs so 18 on the attendance sheet?” Maggie pulled out the sheet and passed it to the headmaster. “Those aren't their IQs. Those are their locker 19 at the gym. Sorry, Ms. Maggie, your kids are not geniuses(天才).” Maggie paused a bit, and smiled, “If someone 20 himself to be a genius, he will become one. I'm teaching them as geniuses again next year.”      

    One sunny afternoon, a seven-year-old girl went for a walk. She crossed a large area of grassland into the woods 1 she realized that she was lost.

    Sitting on a rock and2what to do, she began crying.  After a while. She3 to walk along a wide path lined with tall trees and thick bushes.4 it was getting dark, she saw a small, dark wooden house. She opened the door and 5 stepped in. Suddenly, she heard a strange noise, and she ran out the door and back to the 6. Cold and tired, she fell asleep near a 7.

    The girl's parents were out and her dog, Laddy, was at home. Laddy8 that his mistrees（女主人）was in danger. He jumped 9 a window, breaking the glass. He looked in the fields. But he couldn't find his mistress anywhere. However, from the ground came a 10 scent (气味) as he lowered his head. He 11the scent and walked across the grassland. Barking 12 into the air, the dog 13 through the woods until he found the 14. But the girl was not there, so he headed back to the woods. Much to his 15 , he saw his mistress' blue shirt in the distance. He 16 over some bushes and saw the little stream, where the girl was 17.

    When she opened her eyes and18 her dog standing beside her, the girl said, “you 19me, Laddy,” and she kissed him several times. Seeing their daughter and dog coming back, the parents burst into tears of20 . That night Laddy had a heror's supper: a huge meal of steak

    When I was 8 years old, I once decided to run away from home. With my suitcase 1 and some sandwiches in a bag, I started for the front door and said to Mom, “I'm leaving.”

    “If you want to 2, that's all right,” she said. “But you came into this home without anything and you can leave the same way.” I 3 my suitcase and sandwiches on the floor heavily and started for the door again.

    “Wait a minute,” Mom said. “I want your 4 back. You didn't wear anything when you arrived.” This really angered me. I tore my clothes off—shoes, socks, underwear and all—and 5, “Can I go now?” “Yes,” Mom answered, “but once you close that door, don't expect to come back.”

    I was so 6 that I slammed (砰地关上) the door and stepped out on the front porch. 7 I realized that I was outside, with nothing on. Then I noticed that down the street, two neighbor girls were walking toward our house. I ran to 8 behind a big tree in our yard at once. After a while, I was 9 the girls had passed by. I dashed to the front door and banged on it loudly.

    “Who's there?” I heard.

    “It's Billy! Let me in!”

    The voice behind the 10 answered, “Billy doesn't live here anymore. He ran away from home.” Glancing behind me to see if anyone else was coming, I begged, “Aw, c'mon, Mom! I'm 11 your son. Let me in!”

    The door inched open and Mom's smiling face appeared. “Did you change your 12 about running away?” she asked.

    “What's for supper?” I answered. 

    Mia nervously extended her small hand towards the miniature（纤小的）horse in front or her. As her palm gently touched its soft nose, she looked at me happily. Her bright blue eyes 1 with joy.

    For children with 2, actions such as making friends and joining in activities can be3. As the leader of the Miniature Horse Project, I 4 to disabled children in my community and 5 them to join this project. Once a child joins, I 6 instruct them how to feed and care for the miniature horses. Not only does this 7 disabled children with a fun activity, but my instruction also allows them to build much more 8 at school or when they are making friends.

    I have taught many disabled children, but Mia is 9to me. What she suffers makes her feel hard to 10. Due to this, she hardly spoke at the beginning of our training, 11 just watched nervously as 1 explained basic horse care to her. Her mother told me that Mia had 12 behavior at school: she was shy, and watched her classmates play instead of joining them.

    I worked to help Mia 13 her shyness. Although she was nervous, I had her feed and clean the miniature horses 14. Then I asked her to 15 the horses with me around the farm and to smile at everyone she 16. Soon, she became active and 17 in caring for the horses without my help. She now loves to play with her classmates.

    However, I did not just influence Mia, and she 18 me as well. She showed me that any 19 can be overcome with dedication(热忱). Each time I see Mia, she hugs me 20. Although she cannot say it, her happy face and bright eyes tell me, "Thank you."

My father was a restaurant owner. My name is Vincent Lim. I'm a chef and restaurant owner. Running a Chinese restaurant is one of the hardest and most1 things in my life.

When we first arrived in Australia, my dad2 a Chinese restaurant. I would go there on a3 basis to help him out. And slowly I developed my4 for cooking. The hard work that my dad put into Chinese food makes me feel so proud that I am lucky enough to learn from a5

The first dish that I ever learned to cook was the fried rice, which is the easiest but also the 6 one to get right. From years of experience, I can7 you the difference between a good fried rice just from the feel and from the smell, without even taking a bite.

To lots of Chinese immigrants like us, the restaurant isn't just a business. It's a sense of 8 . The wok hei (锅气)9 every ingredient in the wok, producing an appealing smell. The fragrances of the food10 the air and lingered around so much longer. Those memories, they become nostalgic (乡愁). The sense of home is what makes a11 good dish taste.

In 2017, my dad passed away. I reaized that my love of cooking dishes from my childhood. I 12 the restaurant that I own today. Cooking was a13 way to my dad. I wanted to 14 everything that he taught me. Cooking15 all the hard work and memories that we had.

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was1 , so he became2 when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.3 , the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

The man was4 by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was 5 . He6 at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl7 at him with8 in her eyes and cried," Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew9 into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."

The father was10 . He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her11 .Only a short time later, an accident12 the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an13 kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, has been given a gold container fled with14 love and kisses...from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more15 than this.