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.

    We walked all afternoon with Infadoos and Scragga. Their men walked about a hundred metres ahead of us.

    “When did your people, the Kukuana, come to this place?”

    “They came from the north many thousands of moons ago,” Infadoos explained. “When they reached the mountains, they could go no farther. They stayed here where the land is good and there is water.”

    “Do you live here in peace?” I asked.

    “There have been two wars. Once an army came down from the north, but we killed most of them. Soon after that, we fought among ourselves.” He said, “The king at that time had two sons—twins. When he died, both young men wanted to be king. One of the twins, Twala, killed the other and became king.”

    “Did the dead man have a wife and children?” I asked. I knew that if he did, the fighting could start again one day.

    “Yes. He had a wife, Imotu, and a son, Ignosi. They ran away.” He pointed to a village a short way ahead. “That is the village where Imotu and Ignosi first hid,” he said. “We shall stay there tonight.”

    As soon as we were within a mile or so of the village, an army of men came out. As we passed them, they shouted a welcome.

    Their women were in the village. They stopped whatever they were doing to watch us pass by, but they were not rude. As soon as we were comfortable in a hut, they came with milk, honey, and cooked food.

    A young man brought a fat young ox which he killed and cut into pieces. We took a few pieces for ourselves and gave him the rest. We don't want them to think we were selfish.（选自《所罗门王的宝藏》，有删节）

    Franz Schubert was a famous musician in the world. But he lived a very hard life and often went hungry.

    One day he was very hungry and went to a small restaurant, hoping he might meet some friends there to borrow some money. He looked around the restaurant but found nobody. Then his eyes fell on a paper on one of the tables. On it was a short poem. He read the poem and liked it very much. So he sat down and began to write a piece of music for the poem and took his work to the owner of the restaurant. He only received a piece of beef and potato for it.

    Thirty years after his death, this music of the poem by Schubert was worth 40,000 francs. It was played in many big theatres and all the people loved it. It was his famous Berceuse(摇篮曲). Schubert began to be known all over the world.

    My interest in cooking started when I was 11, partly thanks to my mother. She didn't really like cooking and when she did cook. I didn't like her food. Once I was watching something about cooking on TV and I thought I could do this, so I went to the bookstore and looked for the biggest cookbook I could find.

    During a year, I had made most of its recipes (食谱) and was ready for a bigger challenger (挑战). I wanted to create my own dishes and I started cooking for more people than just my family. To my happiness, my parents allowed me to build a test kitchen. I did much cooking test my dishes in it and my skill became better and better. Now as a teen chef (主厨). I have cooked in top-class restaurants around the country. I am not doing it for money, but because I love cooking.

    Now I know that when you stop caring whether you will be famous or do well, your happiness will come to you.

    Do you know the little boy in the picture? Oh, his family name is Zou. His first name is Mingxuan. You can call him Xuanxuan. He is in Hong Kong with his family now.

    His father's name is Zou Shiming. He is a boxer (拳击运动员). Xuanxuan's mother is Ran Yingying. She is a host (主持人) of CCTV. Xuanxuan has a brother, and his name is Zou Minghao. Xuanxuan was born in 2011. Minghao was born in 2013.

    In 2015, Xuanxuan and his father took part in Where are we going, Dad? in Hunan TV. Many people in China like Xuanxuan very much.

    Once upon a time, an old woman had two large water pots. Each hung on the end of a pole (杆子) which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect, From the river to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. And the other pot was always full. The perfect pot took pride in its talent. But the poor cracked pot felt sad for its own disadvantages.

    One day by the river the cracked pot said to the woman, "I feel bad about myself, because the crack in me causes water to come out all the way back to your house."

    The old woman smiled and said, "Why are there flowers on your side of the road, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your crack. So I planted flowers on your side of the road, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my house. There would not be this beauty without you. Each of us has our own cracks. But the cracks make our lives so interesting and beautiful."

    So, to all the cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the road!