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.

    My 4-year-old son now enjoys posting letters. He has formed the 1 of drawing pictures, writing his name on them, and then  2 the artwork in an envelope. He then insists on 3 his handwork to the neighbors, and a mail box he 4 belongs to the elderly couple who live next door. To be 5, I didn't think much of it, but I had 6 to warn my neighbors of the drawings 7 appearing in their letterboxes—I just didn't have the 8 to do so, because I was a little busy recently.

    On Tuesday of last week, I was walking down to school to collect my son when I 9 Mary, my elderly neighbor, 10 at her mail box. She said, “Jodie, is it your little son that has been posting items in my letterbox to me?” I was at once 11, “Oh yes, Mary, it is. I'm sorry. I meant to tell you…” She cut me off, “Jodie, I just love his mail. I've 12 every item he has sent. You don't know how much 13 the letters has made my day. I just love them.” While I was walking down to school after our 14, many thoughts came to me. Mary doesn't have a lot to fill her days, 15 she was a mother to a number of children herself who receives fairly regular visitors. The small 16 of getting some mail—pictures drawn by the hand of a young child—has brought 17 to her days, just as my visit to my grandparents does.

    I have decided that my son should 18 this practice. He should also start sending some items to his grandparents in Perth as well. It will most 19 make their day.

    It's doing the little, simple things that can often make a big 20 in someone's life.

    Once upon a time there lived a cruel lion in a thick forest.All the other animals are1of him.One day the lion was trapped in a2trap and no animal wanted to rescue him.

    A man3to come into the forest and saw the lion.The lion said,“I will die of4if I stay here.Please help me 5.I promise your kindness will be rewarded.”The man felt sorry for the lion and set him free.As soon as the lion got6,he let out a fierce roar.“I have been trapped in the cage for a long time.I am7I will have to eat you,said the lion.looking at the man.The man was8.

    However,he was clever enough to say,"Alright,you can eat me.But let's find someone and let him decide9 you are right in eating the person who has rescued you."

    The lion was10that no animal would speak against him,so he11.Just then a fox came and the lion asked the fox to be the12He said to the lion,"Sir,would you please13me how it all happened?"The lion was too14He entered the cage and closed the cage door.The fox15bolted（将……闩上）the cage from outside.And the ungrateful lion was16in the cage again.

    The lion asked the man for help again,but the man knew the lion wouldn't be17to him.He just walked away.

    When we're18by others,we should be thankful to others instead of returning bad for19.If we do that,we'll be left to20the consequences（后果）.

    Many years ago, when we first went to Canada, we were driving through Montana to Colorado with our two children, then aged 8 and 11. As it was getting1we started looking for a hotel, only to find out that it was 2time in that part of the country, and all the hotels were3.

    Finally, around 9 o'clock in the evening, we 4at a gas station to fill up on gas. My husband asked for a 5 book and told the woman at the counter that we were trying to find a hotel. She told us it would be6 He tried for 15 more minutes. When he was 7 the woman, Linda, said she and her family8 nearby and would be happy if we spent the night at her home.

    My husband was 9 at her offer of generosity (慷慨). She called her son to10us, since she had to 11at the gas station till midnight.

When we reached their home, her husband 12 us. He invited us to have coffee and chat while we 13his wife. She came past 12 am. We asked if we could slip away in the morning so as not to14them. They said we were now 15 and we would have to have breakfast with them.

    Next morning, we ate breakfast, and when we were 16my husband asked if he could offer some 17.They would not hear of it and 18 we were their guests. We kept in touch for many years, and invited them to our 19 too. Over the years, we lost touch, but have 20 forgotten their kindness.

    It happened when I was in Grade 4. My teacher Ms. Orange asked us to bring cards, candy and other 1to class. She wanted us to celebrate Thanksgiving Day as a class. I 2this activity and thought it would be fun, 3I asked my mom to help me make some nice cookies. I 4bought some Thanksgiving cards. I couldn't wait to give them to my classmates.

    When the day finally5, things went very well. People gave each other cards and candy. Everyone seemed very6. I gave out all of the things I took to school to my classmates. However, I received7. I was surprised at what was happening. Ms. Orange then asked us to8 what we received and say whom it came9. When my name was called, I couldn't hold back my10because I didn't get anything from anyone. I was 11 by the people who said that they were my 12.

    It was surely a 13Thanksgiving Day for me. I was angry. But I didn't want to 14 my classmates. I kept being kind to them and 15hard. And what I did paid off. I became one of the 16 students in my class. My teachers and classmates were proud of me. Now I have many good friends by my side. The_17from them alone will always be the best gift I will value forever. I 18that the best gifts in life don't come from stores. It's the things that we value in our 19that count. I'm glad that I made the right decision and 20 my classmates' friendship in the end.

    When I was young, my mother could not even 1 a 50-cent chocolate bar for me. However, instead of focusing on poorness, my mother selflessly 2 me to fight for success so that I could lead a 3 life. She worked long hours every night to support the family. 4, she would find time to 5 with my sister, Emily, and me. Although I did not have two parents, I was loved and 6 just as much.

    Not all of life's milestones were easy. Some even left a 7 taste when my mother married a man in Maryland. The first few months were 8: baseball games dinners together and movies. It felt like we were the 9 All-American family. Then things 10. Screaming matches between my stepfather and my mother ruined dinners, and he 11 movie tickets for wine.

    We spent five years living in a family setting that had turned into a 12 zone. To our great relief, they finally 13 and we settled in Texas, where Mom is still working hard for a better life. Now, as I write this article with some dark 14 at hand, I realize my family and I are at the 15 point of our lives. I have succeeded both in my 16 and personality. I have been 17 my hunger for knowledge and I am to 18 from high school, not making a bitter product of my 19, for I know that hard times in life are also learning experiences. 20, like candy, can be the sweetest treat of all.