One day, when I was a new student in high school, I saw a boy from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. He was carrying all his books. I thought to myself: "Why would anyone bring home all his books on Friday? He must really be a bookworm. "As I was walking, I saw some kids running toward him. They knocked all his books out of his arms and pushed him to the ground.

    His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw tears in his eyes. I felt sad and I went directly to him.

    As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are fools." He looked at me and said, "Thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. Then I invited him to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He agreed. We played together and had fun on that weekend. The more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. Over the next three years, Kyle and I became best friends.

    When we were seniors, we began to think about college. We would go to different schools, but I knew we would always be friends.

    As a top student, Kyle was invited to give a speech for graduation. He was nervous when he was about to speak on the stage. So I said, "Hey, you'll be great!" He looked at me and smiled.

    Being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. "he said in his speech. He talked about meeting me and being best friends with me in the last four years. When he finished the story, he looked at me and gave me a little smile.

    I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same thankful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

    Never underestimate(低估)the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person s life, for better or for worse.

    After giving a talk at a high school, I was asked to pay a visit to a special student. An illness had kept the boy home, but he had expressed an interest in meeting me, and it would mean a great deal to him. I agreed.

    During the nine-mile drive to his home, I found out something about Matthew. He had muscular dystrophy(肌肉营养不良). When he was born, the doctor told his parents that he would not live to five, and then they were told he would not make it to ten. Now he was thirteen. He wanted to meet me because I was a gold-medal power lifter, and I knew about overcoming obstacles and going for my dreams.

    I spent over an hour talking to Matthew. Never once did he complain or ask, "Why me? "He spoke about winning and succeeding and going for his dreams. Obviously, he knew what he was talking about. He didn't mention that his classmates had made fun of him because he was different. He just talked about his hopes for the future, and how one day he wanted to lift weights with me. When we finished talking, I went to my briefcase and pulled out the first gold medal I had won and put it around his neck. I told him he was more of a winner and knew more about success and overcoming obstacles than I ever would. He looked at it for a moment, then took it off and handed it back to me. He said, "You are a champion. You earned that medal. Someday when I get to the Olympics and win my own medal, I will show it to you. "

    Last summer I received a letter from Matthew's parents telling me that Matthew had passed away. They wanted me to have a letter he had written to me a few days before: Dear Dick,

    My mum said I should send you a thank-you letter for the picture you sent me. I also want to let you know that the doctors tell me that I don't have tong to live any more, but I still smile as much as I can. I told you someday I was going to the Olympics and win a gold medal, but I know now I will newer get to do that. But I know I'm a champion, and God knows that too. When I get to Heaven, God will give me my medal and when you get there, I will show, it to you. Thank you for loving me.

Your friend,

Matthew

Good afternoon, boys and girls. My1 is Cherry King. I am  from the USA, but now I am 2 China. My father and mother are here, too. I am a3 school student. I have some good 4 at school. They are very  friendly ( 友 好 的 ) and  5 to me. I like them very much. Please look here. What  is  this? Oh, it is my6 . My mother buys the jacket for me. The 7 of it is red and yellow. And what's that? It's a cup. Is it8 cup, too? No, it is my brother's. It is blue. He has9 cups. One is blue and three are white. I have one cup. It's green. 

My phone10 is 467-0936. Do you want to make friends with me?

The policeman slowly walked along the street. It was about ten o'clock at night. The wind and light rain had kept most people at home. 

Halfway down the street, the policeman saw a man leaning against(斜靠着) a door, with an unlighted cigar(雪茄) in his mouth. As the policeman walked up to him, the man spoke quickly. "It's all right, officer, " he said. "I'm just waiting here for an old friend. It's an appointment（约会） that was made twenty years ago. You think it funny to plan a meeting like this, don't you?"

The man lit (点燃) his cigar. The light showed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes. He was very well-dressed. 

"Twenty years ago tonight, " the man went on, "I had dinner at a restaurant nearby with my friend Jimmy Wells. I was going to the West to try my luck, but Jimmy wanted to stay. We agreed to meet here again exactly twenty years for that date and time. That's why I'm here. "

"What happened to your friend?" asked the policeman. 

"I'm not sure, " said the man. "We wrote to each other for a while and then stopped. But I'm sure if he is alive, he will keep his promise. We said we would meet at ten o'clock. "

"OK, I'll be on my way. Good night. " The policeman continued on his way, Bob waited about twenty minutes. Then, a tall man went straight to the waiting man. 

"Is that you, Bob?" asked the newcomer. "Is that you, Jimmy?" cried the man in the door. "You've grown so tall. Let me have a good look at you. You don't look anything like Jimmy. " "You're right, " said the tall man. "I'm a police officer. You are wanted by the New York police. But, before we go to the police station, here's a note from your friend Jimmy Wells. "

Bob opened the small piece of paper. His hands shook as he read. 

"Bob, 

I was on my way to meet you as we had planned. However, when you lit your cigar, I saw it was the face of a man that is wanted by the police. Somehow, I couldn't do it myself. So I sent another police officer to do the job. 

Jimmy"

When Mary was a student, she wanted to be a 1 because she liked children. 2 she was twenty, she began teaching in a small school. She is a good teacher now, and she3 a lot with the children in her class, and the children enjoy her4 . 

One day, 5 of the girls in her class asks her, "Miss Smith, why does a man's hair become grey(灰色)6 his beard(胡子)does?"

Mary laughs and answers, "I don't know. Helen, do you know?"

"I don't know7 , Miss Smith, " says Helen, "but it happens to my father. " The8 children in the class laugh when they hear this. 

Then a boy says, "I 9 Miss Smith! A man's hair becomes grey first because it's sixteen years10 than his beard. "

The class laugh loudly.