Hello, my name is Kate. I have studied in a nursing school for three years. During my second month of the school, our teacher gave us a small test. I answered the questions very quickly until I read the last one,“What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” I thought this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman a few times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how could I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank.. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our grade. “Of course"said the teacher,“As a nurse, you will meet many people. You should care all of them, even if al1 you do is just to smile and say "hello"I've never forgotten that lesson. Later I learned her name was Dorothy.

An unforgettable lesson

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    When she had learned to walk, she loved to go about the house and get things for her mother, and in this way save her as many steps as she could. She would sit by her mother's side for an hour at a time, and ask her ever so many questions, or she would take her new book and read

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Stories and Art of Chinese Fans

    You may think you cannot live through summer without air conditioners. But in ancient China, hand fans were almost the only ones to help people keep cool.

    Chinese people started to use hand fans over 2,000 years ago. The fans came in different shapes, such as round and square. They were also made from a11 kinds of materials. Palm leaf fans were cheap and easy to make. Feather fans(羽毛扇) showed the owner's high status. Sandalwood(檀香)fans could send out a sweet smell.

    Later, hand fans became far more than just something that could cool you down. They developed into art works, in which tuanshan (round fans)and zheshan(folded fans)were the most common.

    In the shape of a full moon, tuanshan was usually made of silk. They had beautiful birds and flowers on them. Women especially those in the imperial palace(皇宫),liked to use them. Meanwhile, men, especially the literati(文人), used zheshan. The literati liked them because zheshan were usually made of paper and they could paint and write poems on them. It was a way for them to show off their ability in literature, painting and handwriting. Almost anything can be painted on zheshan.

    Today, Chinese people still use these fans, only not many people write or paint on them any more. Next time when you are waving a fan, you may think of the stories behind it.

    One day a tiger catches(抓住)a fox in the forest. Before the tiger could eat him up, the fox cries out, "You can't eat me. Don't you know that I'm king of the forest. If you eat me up, all the other animals in the forest will be angry with you. "The tiger doesn't believe him." How can such a small animal be king of the forest?" He asks himself. "If you don't believe(相信)me," the fox says, "then take a walk with me in the forest．You can see for yourself whether(是否)they are afraid of me." The tiger thinks it is a good idea, so the fox walks in front and the tiger goes behind. When the other animals see the tiger coming, they run away as fast as they could.

    "See for yourself, Mr. Tiger," he calls out quickly. "All the animals are afraid of me."

    "Yes, yes," the tiger says. "You are quite right." He then lets the fox go.