Last Sunday, I sat with Tony, my college classmate, in a well-known coffee shop in Buenos Aires, Argentina. As we1our coffee, two men entered and sat on an empty table beside us.

    They2the waiter and ordered three cups of 3, two on the table and one on the wall. We heard this order with great4and observed that they were served with two cups of coffee5they paid for three. As soon as they6, the waiter pasted (粘贴) a piece of paper on the wall saying A Cup of Coffee.

    It 7that the matter was normal at this place. However, it was something8for Tony and me. Since we had nothing to do with the matter, we 9our coffee, paid the bill and left.

    After a few days, we again had a10to go to this coffee shop. While we were enjoying our coffee, a man entered. The way this man was dressed did not 11the standard nor the atmosphere of this coffee shop. Poverty was12from the looks on his face. As he13himself, he looked at the14and said, “One cup of coffee from the wall.” The waiter served coffee to this man with15, politeness and warmth.

    After a few minutes, the man finished his coffee and left16paying. We were amazed to watch all this when the waiter 17a piece of paper from the wall and18it in the dustbin.

    Now it was no 19for us because the matter was very clear. Although the man didn't know about the one who was giving this cup of coffee to him, he would have a better understanding of the wall which had a great role between the 20and receiver.

    Out in the garden Mary sat sewing a handkerchief, and there came a little insect running in such a hurry across the small stone table by her side. The 1 was not done, for Mary liked doing nothing best, and she thought it would be fun 2her thimble（顶针）over the little ant. Then Mary ran away, for her mother called her, and she 3 all about the ant under the thimble.

    There he was, running round and round and round the dark prison, with little horns on his head 4, little perfect legs bending as beautifully as those of a race-horse, and he was in quite as big a fright as if he were an elephant.

    Mary went to bed, and in the night the rain 5. The handkerchief was wet through as if somebody had been 6 very much, when she went out to fetch it as soon as the sun 7. She remembered who was under the thimble. But when she lifted up the thimble the little tiny thing lay stiff and 8.

    “Why did you do that, Mary?” said her father, who was close by, and who had guessed the truth. “See! He moves one of his legs. Run to the house and 9 a small taste of honey from the breakfast-table for the little thing you 10.”

    “I didn't mean to,” said Mary.

    She touched the honey in the spoon with a piece of leaf and 11 put a drop of it 12 the little ant. He put out a fairy 13 to lick up the sweet stuff. He grew well and stood up, trying to run.

    “He wants to run 14,” said father. “I know where he lives. In a little round world of ants, under the apple tree.”

    “And has he got a wife and children—a lot of little ants at home?”

    “The baby ants are little helpless things, and must be 15 by their big relations. There are father ants and mother ants, and lots of other ants who are 16 to the little ones. 17 knows his own children, but all the grown-up ones are kind to all the babies. This is a little nurse ant. See how he hurries off! His babies at home must have their faces washed.”

    While they were talking, the little ant was soon lost among the grass. In a little while back came the ant with a troop of friends.

    “He has been home and told them the good news about the 18,” said father. “Do you think that all children are as kind as that?”

    Mary said, “No, they're not. I don't run to call all the others when I find a good place for blackberries.” “Then,” said father, “don't be 19 to the ant, who is kinder than you, 20 he is only a little tiny thing.”

    Reggie couldn't hear a thing. He was a1boy, but he had been born deaf.  He was well-known to everyone in town, and they were all2him. Unfortunately, though, he3seemed to end up being treated differently from everyone else. Children worried they would4him, and that maybe because he wouldn't hear the ball being hit in his5. Adults acted like he was unable to6them, as though he was some kind of baby.

    His friend Michael didn't like this. He decided that things had to be7. Michael's father was the town's mayor(市长), and Michael8to convince him that this year, in honor of Reggie, they should offer one day of the9to deaf people. During that whole day everyone would have to wear earplugs(耳塞).

    People liked the10. The day became known as The Day of Silence, and when it arrived, everyone stuck plugs in their11, in a spirit of great fun. That morning was filled with12and laughter. But, as the hours passed, people became more and more aware of how13life was when they couldn't hear anything.

    On that day nobody was thinking of Reggie as just a14person. This meant he could be15just like any other boy, and people saw a whole new side of16. Not only that, but Reggie had a bright and sharp mind. On that day, using his usual17, Reggie was the one who could communicate best with everyone. This meant that people paid more attention to what he was saying, and they were18by his intelligence and his ability to find solutions to almost any problem. They19that he had always been like that, and that in normal life all Reggie needed was a little more time than others to20. That was the only difference.

    I grew up in a West Virginia mining town in Fayette County. A man named John moved into our town from New Orleans. He was a(n) 1 man, who was at least 6 feet tall and weighed 245 pounds. He had 2 shoulders and truly fitted the V body type. He was really a man with 3and patience.

    John worked for some days, when there were no 4 and John was absolutely an admirable miner. However, when I was ten, the 5 day came. A terrible disaster 6. Timber crossbars(木材横木) were often used in mines to 7 the top. That day my father was working 8 John in the mine. A timber cracked somewhere and the loud cry of a man was 9. Hearing this, my dad and John rushed to the site of the 10. There some miners were trapped. They felt 11 and they sat depressed, either in shock or in prayer(祈祷).

    That's when John did it. He held the timber and applied all his 12 to it. Surprisingly, the blocking moved. Then John raised the timber while all the miners13, but in doing so, the wood was becoming further weakened and John himself was 14 below instead. My father and the other miners 15 started to work with their tools, desperately trying to 16 John, but the top fell and there was no 17 of reaching him. John was buried there forever.

    18 John, a small marble monument(纪念碑) was 19 in front of the entrance to the mine. The 20 had given up his life so that others could live. The monument is still there to this day.

Ammaar Reshi, 28, has been fascinated by technology since he was a child. One day, when he was experimenting with an AI-powered chatbot, he began to consider how artificial intelligence could be used to create a basic children's book to give to his friends. Without ever picking up a pen and paper, he created a 12-page picture book. 

Just 72 hours later, Reshi self-published his book on Amazon's digital bookstore. The next day he got the paperback（平装书）, which was made available for free through another Amazon service called KPD. 

Reshi said he paid nothing to have the book created and published, although he has already paid for a $30-per-month Midway subscription. Impressed by the speed and results of his project, Reshi shared the experience in a Twitter thread that attracted more than 2,000 comments and 5,800 retweets（转发）. 

Reshi stated that he received great feedback（反馈）from users, who lauded his creative work at first. But the next day, the replies were negative. "There was this incredibly passionate reaction," Reshi said. "At 4 am, I was woken up by my phone ex ploding every two minutes with a new tweet saying things like ‘We hate you'. "

Reshi was taken aback by the outpouring of emotion in response to what was supposed to be a present for some friends' children. He didn't realize he had landed in the heart of a much broader argument. 

Some artists have expressed concern that AI art generators are stealing their work in response to Reshi's book. And some artists claim that their work has been used without their permission to train Al picture generators. 

"I wouldn't even call myself an author," Reshi said. "The AI is essentially the ghostwriter（代笔者）, and the other AI is the illustrator. " But he thought the process was creative. 

71-year-old, Helen Lloyd Jones from Cardiff recently completed her first marathon and is encouraging others of her age to take up the challenge. "Do it. We only live once," she said after the event.

Helen took up running in her 50's while working as a teacher. After jogging alongside one of her students during a sports day race, Helen said, "I felt terrible, absolutely terrible. It was a wakeup call and I started to practise jogging."

Helen started attending her local parkrun, but decided she needed a bigger challenge to keep her motivated. Once the idea of running 26.2 came into her head, she was decided, and set her sights on running a larger race, using the support of the crowds to get her round.

Helen didn't tell her husband for the first five months of her training as she knew he'd be worried about the toll the distance might have on her, saying g afterwards, "The difference between the man who waved me goodbye and the smiling man who greeted me when I returned was a reflection of how much he had been worrying. But he is very proud of me."

At 71, Helen explains how she didn't do her training "by the book". After trying to do a long run, a speed run and a hill run each week, she soon found her body was not able to recover fast enough between sessions. Instead, she chose one long run a week with her local running club Pegasus and friend Sally, so she could feel confident with the distance. 

A proud grandmother, Helen is I now taking her grandchildren to parkruns and junior parkruns. She hopes that they will remember running with their grandmother when they grow up. Are there more marathons in her future? "I said I would only do the one, but have a feeling that if I got a place in London or New York... I might change my mind."