I was 15 when I walked into McCarley's bookstore in Ashland. As I was looking at all the books on the   1   , the shop owner asked if I'd like a job. I needed to start   2  money for college, so I said yes. I worked after school and during the summer for the lowest pay, and the job helped pay for my first year of college. I would do many other jobs and I   3   made maps for the US Forest Service. But selling books was one of the most satisfying.

    One day a woman asked me for books on cancer. She seemed   4  . I showed her almost everything we had at that time in the  5and found other books we could order. She left the store less  6 . I've always remembered the  7 I felt in having helped her.

    Years later, as a TV reporter in Los Angeles, I   8   a child who was born with his fingers connected(jointed together). His family could not   9   a corrective operation, and the boy lived in shame, hiding his hand in his pocket.

Luckily, I  10   persuading(说服) my boss to let me do the story. After my story was broadcast, a doctor and a nurse called,    11  to perform the operation for free.

    I visited the boy in the recovery room soon after the operation. The first thing he did was to hold up his repaired 12and say, “thank you.” I felt a sense of   13  .

    In the past, while I was at McCarley's bookstore, I always felt that I was working for the   14 , not the store. Today it's the same. NBC News pays me,   15  I feel as if I work for the TV viewers, helping them make sense of the world, not the TV station.

    I arrived at my mother's home for our Saturday family dinner. The smells of food flew over from the kitchen. My mother was pulling out quilt after quilt from the boxes, proudly showing me their beauties. I knew they were all made herself. She was preparing for a quilt show on TV. When we began to fold and put them back into the boxes, I noticed something at the bottom of one box. I pulled it out.

    "What's this?" I asked.

    "Oh?" Mom said, "That's Mama's quilt."

    I spread the quilt. It looked as if a group of school children had made the pieces together. "Grandmother made this?" I asked in surprise. My grandmother was a master at making quilts. This certainly didn't look like any of the quilts she had made.

    "Yes, right before she died. I brought it home with me last year and made some changes," Mom said, "I'm still working on it. See, this is what I've done so far."

    I looked at it more closely. She had made a line straight. At the center of the quilt, she had stitched a piece of cloth with these words: "My mother made many quilts. She didn't get all lines straight. But I think this is beautiful. I want to see it finished. Her last quilt."

    "Oh, this is so nice, Mom." I said. I was sure now that by completing my grandmother's quilt, my mother was honoring her own mother. I realized that I held in my hands a family treasure. It started with the loving hands of one woman, and continued with the loving hands of another.

    Jenny is a good Canadian girl. She is 1.7 metres tall. She has a round face. Her eyes are very big. She likes vegetables very much，so she is not fat. She likes red，and it's her favourite colour. She looks very nice in red clothes. Jenny studies in China. She likes reading. She borrows books from the library every week. She is good at Chinese. She says Chinese is very interesting. Our classmates all like her very much.

The sun is going to rise(升起) on Farmer Tim's farm. Chicken Chester wakes up(叫醒) the cows."The chickens are going to take a holiday (度假) today," Chester says "Is that so?" asks Daisy the cow.

"Yes," Chester says." We lay(产) ten eggs this week, and there are only five of us."

"But what about us?" the other cows say" We give Farmer Tim 100 bottles of milk a day. There are only ten of us! We need a holiday more than (多于) them."

"But we can't take a holiday on the same day as the chickens, "Daisy says." What will Farmer Tim say?"

Then Rooster Rowdy starts to crow(打鸣).It's time for the farmer to wake up. But Farmer Tim doesn't come out. Rowdy calls two more times. "Call him again," the chickens say. Rowdy crows again and this time Farmer Tim wakes up. But he doesn't come out. He just opens the window and says to everyone, "I work hard this week. It's time for me to take a holiday today!"