Terror attacked the heart of the World War I soldier，as he saw his lifelong friend falling in the battle.Caught in a trench（战壕） with 1 gunfire whizzing（飕飕地移动）over his head，the soldier asked his 2 if he might go out into the “No Man's Land” between the trenches to bring his 3 partner back.

    “You can go，”said the officer，“but I don't think it will be worth it.Your friend is 4 dead and you may throw your own 5 away.”

    The officer's words didn't 6 to him，and the soldier went anyway. Surprisingly he 7 to reach his friend，lift him onto his 8 ， and bring him back to their own trench.As the two of them 9 in together to the bottom of the trench，the officer 10 the wounded soldier，and then looked kindly at his friend.

    “I told you it wouldn't be worth it，” he said.“Your friend is dead，and you are terribly wounded.”

“It was worth it，11 ， sir，” the soldier said.

    “What do you mean by 'worth it'?”12 the officer.“Your friend is dead!” “Yes sir，” the soldier answered.“But it was worth it because when I got to him，he was still 13 ， and I had the 14 of hearing him say，'Jim，I knew you'd come.'”

    Many a time in 15 ， whether a thing is worth doing or not really depends on 16 you look at it.Take up all your 17 and do something your 18 tells you to do so that you may not 19 doing it later in life.May each and every one of you be blessed with the company of 20 friends.

The Homeless Hero

    For many, finding an unattended wallet filled with £400 in cash would be a source（来源）of temptation（诱惑）. But the 1 would no doubt be greater if you were living on the streets with little food and money. All of this makes the actions of the homeless Tom Smith 2 more remarkable.

    After spotting a 3 on the front seat inside a parked car with its window down, he stood guard in the rain for about two hours waiting for the 4 to return.

    After hours in the cold and wet, he 5  inside and pulled the wallet out hoping to find some ID so he could contact（联系）the driver, only to 6 it contained £400 in notes, with another £50 in spare change beside it.

    He then took the wallet to a nearby police station after 7 a note behind to let the owner know it was safe. When the car's owner John Anderson and his colleague Carol Lawrence returned to the car—which was itself worth £35, 000—in Glasgow city centre, they were 8 to find two policemen standing next to it. The policemen told them what Mr. Smith did and that the wallet was 9.

    The pair were later able to thank Mr. Smith for his 10.

    Mr. Anderson said：＂I couldn't believe that the guy never took a penny. To think he is sleeping on the streets tonight 11 he could have stolen the money and paid for a place to stay in. This guy has nothing and 12 he didn't take the wallet for himself；he thought about others 13. It's unbelievable. It just proves there are 14 guys out there.＂

    Mr. Smith's act 15 much of the public's attention. He also won praise from social media users after Mr. Anderson 16 about the act of kindness on Facebook.

    Now Mr. Anderson has set up an online campaign to 17 money for Mr. Smith and other homeless people in the area, which by yesterday had received ￡8,000. ＂I think the faith that everyone has shown 18 him has touched him. People have been approaching him in the street; he's had job 19 and all sorts,＂ Mr. Anderson commented.

    For Mr. Smith, this is a possible life-changing 20. The story once again tells us that one good turn deserves another.

    On the night of the play, Jack was at the theatre early and he was already dressed in a suit of policeman's clothes long1the end of the first scene. He certainly looked the part all right, he thought as he2himself in the mirror.

    Then he suddenly felt nervous. After all, it was his first time to3a part in a play. 4could he face all those people watching the play? He put his head in his hands and tried to5his lines（台词）, but nothing6to his mind.

    A knock on the door made him look7. He was to go on stage（舞台） in the second scene. "Have I 8my part and ruined（破坏）the play for everybody？" he thought to himself. But9was only the manager.  She10how nervous he was and11he should stand near the stage12he could watch and follow the play. It was a good13of getting rid of his nervousness, she said. She was right; it seemed to 14. In fact the more he watched the play, the15he felt himself part of it.

    At last the16came for him to appear on the stage.  But suddenly the manager came to him again, 17worried as she placed a hand on his arm to18him back. "Has anything gone19？" Jack asked. "I'm afraid you're going to be20, " she said. "They've jumped three pages of the play and have missed your part out completely. "

    Running a household with a pack full of kids can result in some bad days, even on my day off from work.

    I told my two-year-old son Andrew to 1 to the family room and turn off the TV and he was now upstairs  2 that he help fix supper.

    I knew Andrew could follow simple 3. So I said very clearly and slowly, “Honey, go downstairs and 4 the button on the TV and turn off the TV,” I repeated three times, 5 the words, push, off and TV. I knew he'd 5 it out. He knew where the off button was. 7, he took pleasure in pushing it in every night during the climax(高潮) of every movie we watched.

    So downstairs he went, to do a 8 deed for Mommy. I went back to the sink to wash the carrots. Then it happened. The 9 crash ever heard in our house. I was so 10that I couldn't move. I kept waiting for Andrew to scream. But the 11 was more frightening than the crash.

    I 12 down the steps, half expecting to find Andrew lying 13. I stopped cold.

    He was standing there behind the TV stand, smiling, “Aren't you 14 of me, Mom? Andrew pushed off the TV!”

    There was the TV, face down on the 15. Two of the round handles were broken off. The screen was destroyed. The plants I'd16 that morning that used to sit on top of the set were falling onto the carpet. Broken plants and pots were17 all over the room.

    I pulled him into my 18 and sat on the sofa rocking him 19. I thanked God that he wasn't 20.

    Last summer, I began the biggest adventure of my life. I moved from a tiny city in England to one of the 1 cities in the world.

    As the plane 2 in Beijing, one of the first things I did was to 3 one of the city's hutong. Walking around the 4 street, the warm air was filled with the 5 of delicious food as people played mahjong and 6 their old­fashioned bikes. This was the first moment I 7, "Wow, I'm in China."

    Beijing couldn't be more 8 to my home city, Preston, which 9 a population of just 114,000. It has one 10 street that's around 500 meters from one end to the 11, on Sunday, all the shops 12 at 4：00 pm. There isn't a great deal of 13 when it comes to restaurants, either, and as a 14 of food, I couldn't wait to see what Beijing has to15. I still don't have a favorite dish here yet-I'm still happily working my way through the city's countless 16 to try to figure that out.

    I'm slowly getting used 17 the fast­paced lifestyle and different 18 of life. In the future, I hope to buy a motorbike and 19 from one end to the other of this beautiful city, taking photos and 20 new people along the way.

    Sarah grew up on a fishing boat. Her father,1to make enough money to buy a house, had 2 her within their only small boat since his wife died.

    One morning, Sarah saw a 3above the sea, which was close to them, and the boat began to rock as waves grew. 4 a mountain of clouds approaching from the south, she rushed below deck(甲板), 'Dad, 5.

    "What?" her drunken father asked 6.

    "Dad, a big storm is coming. We need to get out of here. "She grabbed his shoulders and 7 him. He got angry, shouting, "What are you doing?"

    "Dad, we have to 8the boat. There's a big storm coming. "

    Her father 9her at last. He walked to the deck, saw the10and fired up the engine.

    "Dad, what are you doing?"

    "Sarah, 11we stay here, we will die. We need to get out of the sea. We must ride the waves; that's our only 12."

    Their boat headed into the storm 13. Above them were black clouds and in front of them were dark waves. It was so 14.

    Hours passed. The dark day turned into darkness totally. They held each other for 15, but the experienced fisherman needed no 16 because he had fought many such battles.

    Eventually, the waves 17 and the sky brightened. Sarah was 18 and hugged her father, "You did it, Dad."

    They sailed back into the port. Other boats had been destroyed. Their boat was the only one to 19 the storm. Sarah hugged her father again. "Dad, you made it. You 20 us."

    "No, Sarah," he held her by his arms, "we did it together."