A couple in South Carolina has been eagerly seeking an organ donor. They haven’t found one   (1)   . But they did find something else: friends.

Larry Swilling and his wife Jimmie Sue have been happily  (2)  for 56 years. So happily, in fact, that Larry has now come to realize he can’t  (3)  without his wife. “She’s my heart,” he said. The problem with Jimmie Sue is that she  (4)  a kidney(肾). Jimmie Sue was born with only one, and now that doesn’t  (5)  . She needs a transplant but neither her husband, nor anyone tested in her family, is a  (6)  match.

Jimmie Sue is trying to get on a donor list, but the  (7)  is about two or three years long and that’s for a kidney from a dead donor. Transplant patients who get their kidneys from living donors tend to live  (8)  . That is why Larry decided to try to ask for it, from total strangers.

“I don’t  (9)  what people think,” Larry said. He tells his wife, “I’m going to  (10)  you a kidney.” And on the street, wearing a signboard “Need kidney for mywife”, he’snot shy in asking   (11)  :“Could I use your kidney?” For the last couple weeks,Larry, at 77, has been walking all over his hometown and the surroundingtowns-basically   (12)  a kidney. He didn’t really think it would work.  (13)  he said, “I had to do something.” He didn’t feel  (14)  when the phone rang. “I’m willing to donate a kidney for your  (15)  ,” one caller said. “I’d like nothing more than to help you out,” said another.

Believe it or not, over the last few days the  (16)  hasn’t stopped ringing. Hundreds of people who either saw his sign or heard about it have  (17)  . One volunteer said, “I’ve got two, but I  (18)  need one.” Larry hasn’t found a match for his wife, but at least he has already had enough volunteers and  (19)   enough awareness to save someone. “If I get a kidney, it’s fine. If I don’t, I hope someone else does,” the wife said. And that’s why Larry is still out there, appealing to the  (20)  of strangers for the love of his wife.

 It was just at about 6 o'clock in the morning that I got to the hospital kitchen. "Hi, I'm Kate." I tried to sound cheerful, although I already knew that it was ___(1)___ to work with Rose.

   Rose, a middle－aged woman, stopped what she was doing and ____(2)____ me over her glasses. I could tell from her expression that she wasn't ____(3)___ to see a student worker.

   "What do you want me to do? ____(4)____ the coffee?" Rose ____(5)____ and went away. I filled the pot with cold water and began making coffee when Rose suddenly ____(6)____ and took over, "That's not the _____(7)___ to make coffee." I was ____(8)___ as I just followed the steps our supervisor (视导员) showed us.

   _(9)______ I did pleased her. All morning her eyes missed nothing and her words ___(10)___ me. Totally tired, I came home late that afternoon. Fighting back _(11)_____, I thought of my situation alone in my room. Should I see if my supervisor would change my _(12)___? But I didn't want to ____(13)____. Then I had the answer — I needed to ___(14)__ her.

   Working with Rose the next morning, I (15)_ her sharp words and did things in her way as much as possible. Things began to (16)___  over the next few days. She became __(17)__ to me. As I worked with this ___(18)___ woman, I listened to her — something no one else had done.

   I never __(19)____ Rose again after that summer, but I still remember her. That summer I learned a ____(20)__ that love is the best way to turn an enemy into a friend.

Lainey finished third grade. She had good grades and could read  (1)   grade level, but she did not like to read. On a family car trip, her Aunt Dede pulled out a copy of Harry Potter, as a surprise for her  (2)   . But Lainey took one look at it,  (3)   her eyes, and said, “Borring!”

Aunt Dede, a teacher, had read the book to her students, and they loved it.   (4)  the youngest children in the class were  (5)   by the story. They   (6)   with great interest and then   (7)   joined in grand conversations about Harry`s adventures. “How can you say it`s   (8)   ? Have you read it? ” asked Aunt Dede.

“No, it`s too long and it doesn`t have any    (9)    .” complained Lainey.

“Oh, that`s where you are    (10)  ;there are lots of pictures. Every page is full of pictures; you just have to read the words to  (11)   them. It`s like magic.”

“Nice try , Aunt Dede ,”Lainey replied  (12)  from the back seat.

Another   (13)  was in order. “Well, if you don’t want to read it, give it   (14)   .Maybe your mom would  (15)   hearing the story.” The book sailed through the air to Aunt Dede and she began to read it aloud. By the end of the first chapter,  (16)  were coming from the back seat:“ Please read a little  (17)  .”

Lainey is an example of an   (18)   reader. As shown here, Lainey can become   (19)  about reading when  (20)   with literature on topics that interest her, and when the people around her model involvement in the reading process.

Ever since I moved to Beijing in August, people have been telling me about the Fragrant Hills—  the autumn views they offer.

So last Sunday I     two poor, simple laowai. We looked forward with childish   to golden leaves and the pleasantof the pines in the crisp October air. After an hour-long subway and taxi ride, we found ourselves on a vast ring road interchange, boiling with traffic and people coming from all . It seemed that all China had decided to to the Fragrant Hills that day.

The words “Fragrant Hills” paint a picture of natural   and harmony—not rows of shops and    vendors (小贩) screaming at you to buy their goods.

After half an hour of  through the sea of bodies, we made it into the park. All pretences (假装) of polite “Britishness” were washed away as we moved people aside with two hands—the only way of making progress. A couple of times, we attempted a bit of walking     the path, only to be stung (刺) by poison ivy. We sadly returned to the   . Then suddenly, just past a temple, we caught sight of a dirt track. The people   . We were the only ones there. There were   golden leaves and peaceful pine forests. After that we, extremely   , collapsed (倒) onto rocks and brought out our lunchboxes.

 the time came when we had to grit (咬紧) our teeth and throw ourselvesagain. It took another half hour of fruitless     before we could collapse into a taxi. At about 7 pm, I finally arrived at my  station, home sweet home, exhausted and aching. I had found my Fragrant Hills, my oasis (愉快之处) of   , my harmony—in Chaoyang district.

It was the night of the full moon, a time which always drives Java' s young people mad with excitement.

Fireworks were lit long before the moon    (1)  . The big noise brought people out   (2)  the warm night to enjoy the interesting scene. Everywhere, there were the paper remains of   (3)   fireworks lying on the ground. Little boys   (4)  more and covered their ears as they waited  (5)  for the explosions.

The moon appeared above the horizon : huge,    (6)  ball high above the city, and the   (7)  filled with people, as Java began to enjoy one of the yearˈ s greatest   (8)  : ˈ the Night of the Full Moonˈ , a festival that is especially popular   (9)   young people.

More and more young Javanese    (10)   together and walked slowly through the   (11)  .   Joking and chatting, they moved towards the mountain   (12)    the city. They continued to climb     (13)    they reached the old temple at the    (14)   of the mountain.

After they were   (15)   the temple, they drank their water and ate their moon-cakes -- delicious home-made ones,    (16)   of dried fruit and nuts. Outside, on the mountain, young people   (17)   cross-legged in circles, chatting and telling each other jokes. And   (18)   , in their hundreds, more young people continued to make their way up the mountain to    (19)   the brightly shining moon.

By midnight, the fireworks had stopped shooting up from the   (20)  city in the valley below them. But during the night, the sound continued to be heard from the distance.

My father enjoys bike riding. Ever since I was little，I’ve always loved going biking with my dad.   (1)  ，as I became a teenager，other things began to draw my   (2)  . Suddenly，it was important to do things with  (3)   . I saw my dad every evening at home. Why did I have to  (4)  my Sundays to all-day bike trips with him，too？If my indifference (冷漠) hurt him，my father kept  (5)  ，but he would always let me know when he was planning a bike trip   (6)  I wanted to come.

   It was a Sunday morning，and I was in low   (7)  . Two of my friends had gone to the movies without inviting me. Just then my father    (8)   my room. “It’s a beautiful day. Want to go for a    (9)   , today, Beck?” “Leave me alone!” I impatiently  (10)  .

Those were the last words I said to him before he left the house that    (11)   .

   Several hours later，the police called us，  (12)   us that Dad had a traffic accident. My father’s injuries were serious. It took several days before he could  (13)   speak. Beside his bed I held his hand gently,    (14)  of hurting him.

   “Daddy...I’m sorry...” “It’s okay, sweet heart. I’ll be okay.”

“No,” I said, “I    (15)  what I said to you that day. You know, that morning?”

   “Sweetheart, I don’t    (16)  anything about that day. I remember kissing you goodnight the night before, though.” He   (17)  a weak smile.

I felt regretful for my thoughtless remark, for I  (18)  wanted him to leave me alone. My teacher once told me that    (19)  have immeasurable power. They can hurt or they can heal. And we all have the   (20)   to choose our words. I intend to do that very carefully from now on.

The bright morning light shone through the window onto farmer Tom’s pillow, making the room hot. Tom is not a(n)  (1)  riser but the heat woke him up. He hurriedly  (2)   and started to head for his poultry farm(家禽饲养场). He had put all his money in   (3)    .

   Tom got into his   (4)   that was loaded with ducks in cages and his two   (5)   , Bill and Jim. Their first   (6)  was the City Primary School. On   (7)   the school gate, one of the lorry’s tires(轮胎) was   (8)   . Tom left his workers to change the tire   (9)  he went into the dining hall to hand over some ducks.

   Meanwhile, a boy had climbed up the lorry and  (10)  some of the cages. Jim   (11)   to look up; the boy jumped down from the lorry and ran into the school. The ducks were   (12)   . Jim and Bill hurriedly tried to get the ducks back into the cages but it was    (13)   . There was a great commotion(混乱): ducks quacking(嘎嘎叫), workers   (14)   .

   Where was the boy? He was at the school gate letting some ducks into the school. On hearing the   (15)   , many children came out of their classrooms and watched the   (16)  sight—two men running after ducks that were quacking!

   Tom came back just in time to  (17)  the boy. He then made a funny quacking sound and the ducks  (18)  to come to him. He   (19)    put them back into cages, changed the tire and   (20)  , leaving the boy in the hands of the schoolmaster.

    I was having lunch at a restaurant when a pretty girl walked in and sat down at a table waiting for her friend. It didn’t long before I saw she was trying to stay hidden from other people’s stares and my sank.

The story of how I got my job was a funny one.

One day, I was    (1)    along a street to an interview    (2)   a yellow car suddenly cut in front of me.    (3)   another car coming in the other   (4)   , I had to brake(刹车) hard and   (5)   into another cyclist. We both fell, but   (6)    neither of us was hurt. I became angry and cycled as fast as possible to the driver of the yellow car to tell him   (7)    I considered him. I told him what a bad    (8)    I thought he was and he was a(n)     (9)    to other people on the road. His face turned   (10)   . I warned him not to drive   (11)    in the future so that everyone else could enjoy a long life.

    (18)    that I was not going to say anything about his bad driving. The interview went   (19)   . Two days later, I received a letter offering me the job. I was pleased that the manager — the driver of the yellow car, didn’t   (20)  my rudeness to him.

Through the experience, I find something that seems impossible at first sometimes turns out to be good.

I was walking down the road one day when my cell phone rang. A strange    (1)   on the other end spoke to me, “Dad, please come back soon. I miss you so much!” I judged that it was a(n)   (2)   number. A little while later, the call came once again, so I rudely   (3)   , “You’ve dialed the wrong number!” and then   (4)    .

    During the following days, I got the same call    (5)    . But I didn’t care much about it.

    Then one day she constantly（持续地）called me   (6)   I didn’t answer. Finally I answered the phone and heard a weak voice, “Dad, please come back. I miss you so much! Dad, I’m in so much   (7)   ! Mom said you were too busy to take   (8)   of me. But, dad, please     (9)   me again, OK?” The innocent(天真)   (10)   was difficult to refuse. I made a    (11)    kiss on the phone and heard the weak voice say, “Thank you．．．Dad, I am so…happy, so…happy…”

    Shortly after this, I became   (12)   about who had been on the other end of my phone. So I called back, and a woman answered, “Sorry, sir. I am really sorry to have    (13)   you. My daughter has suffered from bone cancer    (14)  she was born. And her father… died in an     (15)   a short while ago. I dare not tell her this sad    (16)   . Poor baby! When she couldn’t bear (忍受) the painful chemotherapy (化疗), she would cry for her dad, who had always    (17)    her. I really couldn’t bear it, so I gave her this phone number…”

“How is your daughter now?” I couldn’t   (18)    to ask.

“She was   (19)  . You must have kissed her on the phone, because she went with a smile, tightly holding the cell phone…”

  (20)    filled my eyes and I was so sad to hear that.