Wang Yani was born in 1975. Even as a baby she loved to draw. Her father was an 1. Yani wanted to be like him. So she tried to stand like her father as she painted, which made him laugh.

    One day, Yani painted lines on her father's painting. He got 2. At the time, she was only two and a half years old. She cried and said,“I want to 3 like you!” Her father looked at her without saying anything. He 4 remembered his childhood. He also wanted to draw and paint, but his parents didn't understand. They just got angry. He didn't want to see the same thing happen to his daughter. So he decided to 5 her.

    With her father's help, Yani soon 6. Her lines became flowers, trees, and animals. Her father took her to parks and zoos to get   7 for her paintings. By the end of six, Yani had made over 4,000 works. Her paintings were very special. People 8 her works. When she was eight, one of her paintings was made into a Chinese postage stamp.

    Yani became famous when she was young. Her works were 9 in different countries in Asia, Europe and North America, 10 her parents never sold her paintings. She is well-known to the world, and art is still a great joy in her life.

    Do you think of your parents? "Yes, of course," you may answer, "I buy a present for my mother on 1. And I give my father a present on Father's Day, 2. "Then what about the other days of a year? Always 3 to think of your parents, not just on some important days.

    I have a friend who 4 alone, because her parents live in another city. One day I went to see her. We had a nice chat. Then she wanted to make a 5. She dialed the number, but then she put the phone 6. After about ten seconds, she dialed the number again, "Hi, Mum……"

    Later I asked, "Why did you dial the number 7?" She smiled, "My parents are old. They can't get close to the telephone 8. I always do so when I call them. I just want to give them 9 time to answer the call."

    My friend is a good girl. She is always 10 her parents. You also want to be a good child, right? So why not learn from her?

    One day, there was an earthquake in a small mountain village. Nothing was destroyed and 1 was hurt. But a big rock fell from a nearby mountain and stopped in the middle of the road.

    When the earthquake2many people came to the road and saw the rock. Some of the strongest men tried to lift the rock off the road. But they couldn't move it. They tried to push it but3.They tried to pull it with ropes but nothing worked.

    “Well,” they all agreed, “There's nothing we can do about it. We'll have to change the road.” At this time a boy of 12 years old said, “I think I can help you to move the rock.”

    “You?” they shouted, “What are you talking about?” The men all4 at the boy.

    The next morning some people came into the street.One of them shouted, “The rock 5!” More people ran out to see. It was right. The rock wasn't in the road any more. It wasn't even near the road.

    “This is6,” they said, “Where did it go?”

    The boy stood in the street,7, “I told you I could move it last night. and I buried(埋) it.”

    The boy said.

    The people looked 8.“You see,” he said, “I dug a deep hole next to the rock and I dug a small incline(斜坡) up to the rock and the rock9down into the hole by itself. I covered it with earth.”

    The people shouted,“What a10 boy!” And some of them said, “Why haven't we thought of this good way?”

    One day, the students of Class 6 were reading in the classroom. Mrs. Brown came in and told the whole class they would have to change the1the next week. All of the students disagreed2Mrs. Brown, so they shouted when Mrs. Brown said it was because a new student would3 the class.“Why must we move to another classroom just because someone new is coming?” One of them asked 4. Mrs. Brown stood there without saying anything. After a few minutes, she told them to be5to their new classmate and then she left.

    The following week, the head teacher, Mr. White himself brought the new student to their class.6he pushed the new student to the class because the student was in a wheelchair（轮椅）. Mr. White introduced the new student Jeff to the class. He said that Jeff now was a7 of the class and they should work together. He added, “Helping each other is very important.”8could fully understand what. Mr. White meant at first.

    Over time, they began to understand the reason. Jeff was a9student and often helped the students who didn't understand their work. The c lass felt very thankful to him. They took care of him because they knew that when someone did something for you, you should do something10in return.

    I have a good mother. She has always made sure we eat very 1 . We live near the sea and have fish about four times a 2. We eat flesh fruit and vegetables every day. We don't eat too3sugar or fat. I'm not too heavy, so I never have to lose weight.

    I'm quite healthy. I don't often get cold, 4I had a bad cold and a high temperature last week. The reason was that I played football in the 5. I don't often have things6 the flu, either. Last winter, for air pollution, almost all my classmates cough. They have got a pain in their throats, but I didn't. I don't get these things7 I take a lot of exercise and I am very strong. Two years ago I broke my8while I was playing football and I couldn't move my arm for a month. But, 9my mother, I became well later. So as you can see from what I've said, I'm a lucky person because of my great mother. I will take good10 of my mother when I grow up.

    After school on Friday, I waited at the school gate lo walk home with Jemma, as usual. Then I saw 1 talking and laughing happily with some other girls. She glanced (瞥了一眼) at me and left me alone there I knew fight then that I had 2 my best friend.

    At dinner, Mom asked. "Is Jemma coming by tomorrow?"

    I shrugged (耸肩) and said nothing.

    The next morning. Mom asked. "Today is 3. What are you and Jemma going to do?" I shrugged again. "4 is Jemma?"

    Mom took a look at me. Them she said, "Will you take these magazines to Grandma, please?"

    5 I walked down the street, a new girl in the neighborhood came towards me, smiling. But I just went 6 her.

    Grandma welcomed me at the door with a warm hug.

    Sitting on the sofa, I noticed a(an) 7 of kids in old-fashioned clothes on the table . Grandma pointed at a girl with short fair hair.

    "That's Beth Lambert," she said. "My best friend. Until a week before we took this photo." I was 8 at that.

    "Beth and I were best friends in school. We did everything 9. Then one day, she made new friends and said she didn't want to hang out with me anymore. Nothing hurt 10 that."

    I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I knew I'd start 11 if I opened my mouth.

    Grandma hugged me again. "Simone, sometimes friends grow 12. It might happen to anyone," she continued. "Then, see him?" Grandma's finger 13 to a boy with glasses in the photo. "He lived near me. When I was walking home by myself 14 this boy was, too, I said 'hello'. And we became friends."

    "So, if we want to start a new friendship," she smiled. "One 15 is all it took."

    As I was heading home, that new girl appeared again. I went towards her and spoke, "Hello."