One afternoon，my son Adam asked me，“Are all people the same even if they are different in color？”

    I thought for a minute，and then I said，“I'll explain，1you can just wait until we make a quick 2 at the grocery store. I have something3 to show you.”

    At the grocery store， we 4 some apples—red，green and yellow ones. Back home. I told Adam，“It's time to 5 your question.” I put one apple of each 6on the table. Then I looked at Adam， who had a7 look on his face.

    “People are like apples. They come in all8colors，shapes and sizes. On the 9 ， some of the apples may not 10 look as delicious as the others.” As I was talking，Adam was 11 each one carefully.

    Then， I took each of the apples and peeled(削皮)them，12them back on the table，but13 a different place.

    “Okay， Adam， tell me which is which.”

    He said， “I 14 tell. They all look the same now.” “Take a bite of 15. See if that helps you 16which one is which.”

    He took17 ， and then a huge smile came across his face. “People are 18 like apples！ They are all different， but once you19 the outside， they're pretty much the same on the inside.”

    He totally 20it. I didn't need to say or do anything else.

    A gentle breeze blew through Jennifer's hair.The golden red sun was1.She was on the beach,looking up at the fiery（火似的）ball.She was2by its color,deep red in the middle,softly fading into yellow.She could hear nothing but the3and the seagulls flying up above in the sky.

    The atmosphere4her.After all she had been through,this was what she needed.“It's getting5,”she thought, “I must go home.My6will be wondering where I am.”She wondered how they would7,when she got home after the three days she was8.She kept on walking,9herself to the bungalow where she spent every summer holiday.The road was deserted.She walked slowly and10.Just in a few hundred meters she would be safe in her house.

    It was really getting dark now.The sun had set a few minutes before and it was getting cold,too.She11she had her favorite sweater on—it kept her really warm.She imagined having it12her.This thought disappeared when she finally saw her front door.It seemed13.The outside garden seemed14.She was shocked: her father was usually so strict about keeping everything clean and tidy.

    She entered the house.First,she went into the kitchen where she saw a15written by her father.It said, “Ellen, there is some coffee16.

    I went looking.”Ellen was her mother but—where was she? She entered her parent's home.Then she saw her. Her mother,lying on the bed,17.Jennifer would have wanted to wake her up but she looked too tired.So Jennifer just fell asleep beside her.When Jennifer woke up,something was different.She was in her cozy18in her pajamas（睡衣）.

    It felt so good being back home.19she heard a voice,“Are you feeling better now?You know you got us very, very20.”

    In the town of Swedesboro, New Jersey, 5^th grade students are determined to make 2,000 paper cranes (纸鹤) by the end of the school year. Their1is to put smiles on kids' faces.

    The idea of 2 the paper cranes started when their3 Tara Milward, read them the story Sadako and the One Thousand Paper Cranes in class. Sadako was 4with leukemia (白血病) at a very young age. She5folding the paper cranes along with her family and friends6 this was a symbol of hope for Sadako to get7one day.

    The students of Harker School wanted to8 Sadako's story. They began buying paper9 paper cranes, and decided to make 2,000! They want to send the101,000 cranes to Hiroshima, Japan where Sadako lived. The next 1,000 cranes are 11 to a local hospital. Wherever a paper crane is made, the students are12that something so simple can help someone 13 hope.

    They are so devoted to the14that they work on it in every minute of their15time to help them towards their big goal of 2,000 paper cranes. To achieve their16 goal, all of the students are coming together and working very17 They are eager to spread the hope to their friends and families, also a18of this extraordinary project.

    The students are 19 by Sadako's story and are making their impossible dream come true. They hope to make a 20 around the globe to show that everyone can make the world a better place.

    Madison Williams was studying in her bedroom in Dublin, Ohio, in August 2016 when the door burst open. It was her mother, Leigh Williams, with a(an)1 story: “A little boy fell into a septic tank (化粪池), and no one can 2him.” Then she made this3 of her 13-year-old daughter: Can you help?

    Madison and Leigh ran to a neighbor's yard, where they found the boy's 4mother and other adults surrounding a septic tank opening. Its diameter was5 wider than a basketball. The boy had 6 in and was drowning in the sewage (污水).

    Madison quickly7 the situation. She was the only one who could 8through the small hole. Without 9 she told the adults, “Lower me in.” Inside, the tank was dark, and the air10 In the process of finding the boy, her left wrist was injured by a hidden pole so11 that the hand was useless. But Madison went on skimming the surface of the sewage, hoping to 12 the boy. “Every once in a while, I'd see his little toes she says. “Then I would try to grab them.” After several failed13 she finally managed to grasp his foot tightly with her14 hand. “Pull me up!” she shouted to the others above. Ten minutes after Madison had entered the tank, she and the boy were15 out.

    But the boy wasn't out of16He had been taken away from oxygen long enough that he wasn't breathing. He was 17 on his side, and an adult gave him several hard beats on the 18 one right after the other, until the boy coughed up liquids. It was only when Madison heard him cry that she knew he was all right.

    It took Madison longer to 19 than the boy. She experienced months of physical treatment for her wrist, which, says neighbor Mary, made the girl's actions more 20.

    We1hamburgers and Coca Cola at the counter. When our2came, I started walking towards an empty table. By bad luck, my purse strap(带子)got 3 on a chair and the tray(托盘)that I was holding slipped4my hands and went flying in the air. The tray, and its contents,5on a man who was just about to6a bite of his sandwich. I stared, greatly 7, as the drinks soaked(浸湿)his white shirt.

    Then I8my eyes and prepared myself for his burst of9. Instead, he said “It's OK” to10me before he disappeared into washroom.

    Still shaky and unsure11to do next, my friends and I went to a table and sat there, trying our best to look12. A moment later, the man came out of the washroom and13our table. My heart almost stopped14. I thought he was going to ask for my father's15and call him.

    To my surprise, he merely smiled at us, handed us some cash and said, “16yourself new hamburgers. ”He then walked17without even finishing his food.

    He could have made what was already an uncomfortable situation worse,18he chose a different way and gave us a reason to believe that there is still19in this world. I'll never20his actions.