Mike had a nice blue cup which he liked best. It was a present from his aunt for his fifteenth birthday last year. He cleaned it once a day and took good care of it. His cat, Mimi, was very naughty(淘气的) and sometimes it could make some trouble(麻烦) for Mike.

    The day before yesterday, the cup was broken(打破) by his cat. He felt unhappy. Susan saw him and asked, "You look sad. What's the matter with you?"

    Mike said, "There is something wrong with my cup."

    Susan said, "Don't worry. I can repair it."

    Mike felt surprised and asked, "Repair? You can repair it? You?"

    "Yes. Believe me! Where is it?" Susan answered.

     "Here. My cup is broken. Are you sure you can repair it?" Mike took out his broken cup.

     "Ha……, I made a mistake(错误). I think your__1__ is broken," Susan said.

    Hearing what Susan said, Mike couldn't help laughing.

    My name is Sam . I joined a club called  " passing help " last month . Now let me tell you why I joined it.

One evening this May, on my way home my old car was broken . It was 25 miles from my home . I wanted to get a ride, but there was no car . It was also hard to take a taxi . I decided to take a bus home .I went to a bus stop nearby .

    After a while , a bus came , but it did not go to my town .The bus driver was a young woman . She was kind and she told me which bus I should take . I waited there for about thirty minutes , but no bus came . At last a car came to me and a woman came out of the car .She was just the bus driver.

    "When I reached the bus station , I got to know that the bus to your town couldn't  come ,so I returned here.I just can't leave you here ," she said , " Get in my car and I will take you back to your home ."

    " It is a long way ."I said.

    " Come on ,sir, "she said ," Let's go."

    On the way she told me a story . A few days ago, there wasn't gas(汽油）in her car . An old man drove her up to a gas station and then back to her car.

    When we got to my home , I wanted to give her some money to thank her , but she didn't accept it . " I only want to help others and do something nice for somebody. Pass it along. " She said. 

    There lived an old man in a small town of Germany. He had three sons and they all worked in the same factory where he had worked. After the Second World War began. his sons were all made to join the army and all of them died in the battle(战争). The old man was heartbroken. He didn't have enough food and often went hungry. Nobody helped him and he didn't know how to go on living.

    One cold winter night, the old man couldn't go to sleep. He had been hungry for two days and it was so cold that ice could be seen in his room. He had to get up and began to run in the room until he lay down on the ground. The next morning he had to beg from door to door. He had been to a lot of cities ever since.

    Once he came to a village, but the villagers were all poor and couldn't give him anything. He was too hungry to go to another village. He thought over and over and found a way. He came to a police station and called out. "Hitler is a foolish pig!"

    Out came a policeman at once. He took the old man into a room, gave him some bread and a cup of tea. Then he said, "Don't say that in our village, sir!"

    "I'm sorry, sir," said the old man, "I don't know it's Hitler's hometown."

    "No, no, sir," the policeman said in a hurry. "It's the pig's hometown!"

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    Perhaps the only test score that I remember is the 55 I got when I was in high school.

    The test was the last one of the term. I remember waiting nervously as my teacher Mr. Right gave out our papers one after another. It was a rather difficult test. I heard my classmates groaning(叹息),and I could guess by the groans that the scores were not looking good.

    Mr Right put my paper on my desk. There in big red numbers, circled to catch attention, was my score, 55! I let my head go down, and covered the score up quickly. A 55 is not something that you wanted your classmates to see. "The scores were not very good, none of you passed," Mr Right said. "The highest score in the class was a 55."

    A 55. That's me! Suddenly I didn't feel so bad. I had the highest score. I was getting a little better.

    I walked home alone that day with the low but high score. My mother knew that I had a big test that day and asked me as soon as I got home, "How did you do in your test? ""I got 55, "I said. A frown (皱眉) appeared on my mother's face I knew I had to explain at once. "But Mum, I had the highest score in the class," I said proudly. "You failed, Dave!" my mother replied. "But it's the highest!" I insisted (坚持). "I don't care what scores others had, you failed. The important thing is what you do!" my mother said in a strong way.

    For years, my mother was always in that way. She didn't care what others did, only cared what I did and that I did it excellently. My mother's words have made a big difference to my life.

    A woman bought a parrot from a pet store. However, the woman decided to return the parrot to the shop the next day.

    "This bird doesn't talk," she told the pet shop owner.

    "Does he have a mirror in his cage(笼子)?" the owner asked. "Parrots love mirrors."

    The woman bought a mirror and left. The next day she came back, saying that the bird still wasn't talking.

    "How about a ladder? Parrots love ladders," the owner said. The woman bought a ladder and left. But the next day, she was back.

    "Does your parrot have a swing? No? Well, once he starts swinging, he'll talk," the owner said.

    The woman then bought a swing and left.

    When she walked into the store the next day, she began to cry. "The parrot died," she said.

    The pet store owner was shocked. "I'm sorry. Tell me, did he ever say anything?" he asked.

    "Yes, right before he died," the woman answered, "in a low voice, he asked me, 'Don't they sell any food at that pet store?'"

    Sometimes we forget what's really necessary in life. We sometimes have lots of things to do at once, but we forget to deal with the most important things first. We have to remember to "feed the parrots" in our lives.