There was once a bat(蝙蝠) who thought it was just a terrible amount of effort to go out and catch flies. He was a lover of   (1)  . One day, when he   (2)  look through a window, he saw a bird in its   (3)  , who was given all its food and water   (4)   having to do anything at all. The bat decided to become a child’s   (5)  ．

So the bat   (6)  his all old habits. He got up in the early morning to fly to parks   (7)   he could be found by some child who might   (8)  him as a pet. However, as bats aren’t   (9)  ，the children paid him little attention. The bat decided to   (10)   his appearance．He stuck(粘) lots of feathers to his body   (11)  ，he met a little boy who was so short­sighted that this   (12)   black little bird’s funny appearance didn’t really matter.

The bat was   (13)  in his cage. There he felt like the   (14)  of all bats, and certainly the cleverest. But that   (15)   lasted only up to the time he started feeling   (16)  ．When he wanted to   (17)  ，there were no flies for him, only plenty of birdseed and cereal he didn’t like at all. Finally, the bat chose to die from hunger and   (18)  to eat that bird food.

Some days later, the bat managed to   (19)   the cage and return home. He was so   (20)  that he didn’t tell anyone what had happened.

  As a child, I started learning to play the piano, my favorite musical   (1)  ,but I was forced to give up when I started my middle school   (2)   I could concentrate more on my studies.

 It’s one of my biggest   (3)  to stop practicing the piano when I recall sadly today. During the following years, I kept telling my piano teacher that I would  (4)  . However, I didn’t keep my promise because I was   (5)   with my study.   (6)   I lost touch with my teacher. Some years later, my teacher died. I was very sad because I lost such a good teacher. She was a very warm and gentle person. It hurts me to think she may have been   (7)   that I never returned. I haven’t taken lessons since then but to be honest, I   (8)   to. Sitting at the piano, I couldn’t help recalling many   (9)  -- times of my practising at home and playing before my teacher and one time my teacher   (10)   me after I played entire pieces of music wrong in front of her colleagues. I was so  (11)   that I could hardly say anything. But her  (12)   helped ease my shame. These memories,   (13)  , good or bad, never caused my   (14)   for playing the piano again.

 This thought then led me to think that  (15)  is like music, and that we all try to play different   (16)  in the instrument of our life. Sometimes the pitch(音高) is   (17)  when we play it well, but sometimes we are out of tone. However, we all continue to create our own   (18)  style of music. No matter what style our music is, it is   (19)   that we sing the songs of joy, quietness and love. Though I may never make it back to piano lessons, it doesn’t  (20)   that I’ve stopped making music.

 I was said to be the worst student in my class, and my family thought I was hopeless. I had to  (1)  grade six. At that time a new teacher, Miss Sadia, came to our school.

   One day after class, she  (2)  that I was staying alone during the lunch break. She came  (3)  to me and began to talk to me. It was just a normal conversation. After that day, she gave me particular   (4)  and it made me feel special. I started to work hard because she gave me the feeling   (5)  someone believed me , and my   (6)  started to improve in her subject.

   Months later, she moved into a house near my  (7)  . We would walk home together after school. Her constant (不断的) support helped me,   (8)  in my studies, as I knew she would check my grades both in her subject   (9)  the other subjects. I finally  (10)  second in my class.

   Then, after grade six, she started to slowly drift away (疏远)  (11)  still kept a constant check on me. By the time I was in grade seven, we  (12)  spoke, but by then I had become the  (13)  in my class. When I left my school, I was  (14)  with her, as she never answered the   (15)  when I called her.

   Then I graduated and went to a good university. One fine day, our paths   (16)   again. I met her at a wedding. I could not  (17)  asking her, "Why did you stop talking to me?"

"You are a clever boy. I wanted you to be a tree   (18)  on your own roots, not depending on others. Now here you are and I feel  (19)  of you. You are your inspiration(灵感，鼓舞) and do not need to  (20)  a shoulder," she said. I could not say anything, but I smiled. Iˈll always thank her.  

One day last June, Clifford Luther served a burger and fries to a man passing through his restaurant, Old West Express, in Saskatchewan, Canada. Two   (1)   later, the man   (2)   and wrote him a check for $ 510 ,000.  " I thought, they’re good burgers and fries,   (3)   they weren’t that good, " Luther told CTV News.

 The   (4)   man was Bob Erb of British Columbia, who won Canada’s $25 million Lotto Max jackpot (头奖) in November and gave money to people   (5)   . He donated his   (6)   to food banks, senior groups, and local fire departments, and he   (7)   20 people in Terrace, his hometown, to get necessary dental care they couldn’t   (8)  .

 While giving burgers that first afternoon , Luther   (9)   Erb that his 25-year-old daughter had just been diagnosed with cancer in Vancouver, about 1,000 miles away. "He and I had a   (10)   experience. One of my children had cancer, too. But he died four years ago. So, I know the   (11)   a parent has, " says Erb. "I   (12)   on the way home I’d   (13)   him some money so he could go and see his   (14)  . "

  Two days later when Erb was on his way back to British Columbia, he   (15)    the restaurant for another burger, which Luther   (16)   to buy him because Erb had tipped him well just two days before. Erb said " no way" and asked the restaurant owner for a   (17)  , then wrote the check and left it on the table. "Luther looked at the   (18)   and couldn’t say anything. He just held his arms out." Erb says.

 Erb, 60,   (19)   works part-time on a building site and hasn’t   (20)   twice about the $ 7 million he’s given to his family, friends, and society.

  " If you have enough to feed yourself, you help others out. " he says.

In July last year, I was on my first overseas journey from Bali to join my husband, who had moved to Australia two months before. I had to carry   (1)   and two small kids. Worried that I couldn’t   (2)   the journey on my own, I was unable to get excited about my children being reunited with their beloved daddy.

I am a Muslim and wear a veil（面纱）and, as I had never been to Australia, I did not know how my appearance would be received.   (3)  , I had to go.

My uncle drove us to the airport. With my younger son on my back, I had to push the baggage car while   (4)   my older son in the crowd. It was a tiring act to   (5)   all of them.

On the plane, my children played for a while then   (6)  . Now I could relax, I thought. But they were sleeping soundly   (7)   I couldn’t wake them when we landed in Darwin. How could I get them both off the plane and also manage our baggage?

“Do you want us to hold the children?” asked a(n)   (8)   woman. “Yes, please!” I replied. “Thank you.” Smiling, she   (9)   my older son and her friend, another woman, carried the younger. I had to go through immigration(移民手续)  (10)   I collected my baggage — all the while, my two boys slept on. But the two women very   (11)   waited until I was finished with immigration. In the baggage-claim（行李领取）area, a passer-by in his 40s gave me a   (12)   as he saw me trying hard to take my big bags off the conveyor(传送带). The two women were   (13)  holding my sons when we met my husband in the arrival hall. We appreciated them all for their   (14)   and wished them good days for the rest of their lives. This journey was so unforgettable that it impressed us so much. We were really touched by the   (15)   welcome to Australia.

My mum was young when she fell pregnant with me. After I was born it was decided that my father's relatives would  (1)   me in   Manchester. No one spoke about Mum. Eventually, I was shown letters from Mum,  (2)   that she was a drug addict.

         All this was running through my head as I arrived in Glasgow on 27 December last year. My sister Leanne, from my mother's side, had  (3)   me down on Facebook, and we had been  (4)   for a while, but had met only once or twice. Leanne had been brought up by our mother's parents, and had some  (5)   with Mum throughout her life. She was now living in Canada, but returning for Christmas and  (6)   to see all the family together. A big party had been arranged to welcome her back, and everyone would be there, including our  (7)  .

      In a very short time my sister and Ihatcheda  (8)  . I'd meet my sister as she arrived at Manchester airport, then we’d drive up to Glasgow  (9)  . Keeping it a surprise gave us a rush. After about a four-hour drive, we were there. I'd  (10)   called someone “Mum” before. But there she was.

        We embraced (拥抱) and were soon  (11)  . We could hardly get the words out fast enough. Seeing someone so alike looking back at me was the strangest but most  (12)   experience. Though a lifetime may have  (13)   us, this woman at a party in Glasgow was my mum. She  (14)  at me for a second, before giving me a tight hug. All she could say was that she never thought we'd  (15)   again.

      She'd been  (16)   of drugs for five years. She told me how she now works for a charity that helps young people  (17)   the same problems she had. We now talk regularly, and I feel  (18)   she's my mother. That's something I couldn't have even  (19)   when the door opened to her at that Christmas party. Life may be short, but it's always  (20)   enough to reconcile(和好).

Once there was an old farmer, with a horse which was almost as old as himself. He   (1)   one morning with his young son   (2)   the horse before it died. Father and son walked,   (3)   the farmer did not want the horse to be   (4)   .

They met two men on the road   (5)   said: “Why are you walking, farmer? You have a horse. It's  (6)   

to market.” The farmer knew that this was   (7)   , so he rode on the horse,   (8)   his son walked.

Then they met two old ladies. “   (9)   are you doing up there, farmer? Can't you   (10)   how tired your boy is?”   (11)    the farmer got down, and his son rode   (12)   .

   (13)  , three old men stopped them. One said: “Why are you walking, farmer?   (14)  . It's too hot for an old man like you to walk today.” So the farmer got up   (15)  his son, and they   (16)  .   (17)  , a young woman passed them. “Why aren't you walking?” she asked. “It isn't   (18)  to market. Give your poor old horse a rest.”

So the farmer, and his son, got down   (19)  .

It is a fact that you cannot please   (20)  the people all the time. 

I have ten close friends I have grown up and played with. People do not know for sure when we   (1)   together, but every Friday night they watch our games.

After going to college, I always watched the seniors play on the football field. I   (2)   what made them so passionate (充满激情的). Later I realized they played football just because of their simple   (3)   for the game. I have seen what it takes to   (4)  . We just need devotion, confidence and courage. It does not necessarily take the most   (5)   person to get the job done,but the one who wants success more than any other person. Soon I began to apply those  (6)   to my everyday life.

This  (7)   has helped shape who I am. What I have  (8)   from football gives me the confidence to succeed in life. My good academic performance is just the beginning of my success, and I owe (把……归功于) my good   (9)   to football. It has taught me to try hard to succeed in   (10)   I do. No one will ever see me give up, because I simply won’t.   (11)   I start something, I will finish it and do it   (12)  .

  (17)  .

  (20)   to improve my health mentally and physically. I will always cherish (珍惜) my football experiences.

Last summer Tom and his friends George and Bill wanted to take a vacation, but they did not have much   (1)  . So they decided that a short mountain climbing was the only trip they   (2)   afford.   (3)   each of them liked climbing, the vacation would be a lot of happiness.

Tom   (4)   all the plans. He decided that they should   (5)   the cost for food and gas   equally and that each one should bring some extra(额外的)   (6)   because the weather there was usually   (7)  .

The boys were not   (8)  , so they climbed slowly the first day. The weather was   (9)  , and they enjoyed the fresh   (10)   as they climbed up a narrow path. Tom   (11)   the weather to stay nice,   (12)   late in the afternoon there was a heavy rain. The boys ran toward a   (13)   and decided to camp there that   (14)  .

When the sun   (15)   the next morning, they continued   (16)  . As the boys went higher, the climbing became   (17)   dangerous, and by late that afternoon it seemed as if the trip was not going to end.

When they finally   (18)   the top of the mountain, they saw a beautiful sight. The  (19)  of the sunset were yellow, red and gold. The boys were very happy and they enjoyed the views. The farms and fields of wheat and corn   (20)   looked very small. In the distance, they could see trees, hills and valleys. They spent four more days in the mountains. They really had great fun.

 For a period of a month some time ago, I became a vegetarian. Some people won’t eat meat because they think it is cruel to animals, or because of health  (1)  . My reason is a little  (2)  : it is love.

 I  (3)  wanted to honor my grandmother by not eating meat. My grandmother spent a large part of her life as a vegetarian, and some of my happiest childhood  (4)   in Vietnam were of sharing a meal with her.

 In fact, as a child, I learned how to  (5)  food not from dishes my mother often cooked, but from the simple meals my grandmother  (6)  . Often, dinner with Grandma would come with interesting  (7)  she had known from her childhood.

 Grandma  (8)  more than a decade ago. Now I am an adult living in San Francisco, and Grandma’s vegetarian suppers and stories have become a  (9)   past. But one morning it   (10)  to me that I could no longer hear the sound of my grandmother’s voice, because she had left me forever. So I  (11)  to become a vegetarian for a month. It is something Grandma would do as a way to  (12)  those who had died before her. And I could do no less.

 In a city famous for its dining experience, this was  (13)  . I turned down several dinner parties  (14)  offending(冒犯) the hosts. I

  (15)  walking by restaurants where the  (16)  of good cooking wafted(漂浮) in the air. My best friend wondered  (17)  I was going through a mid-life crisis.

 In truth, I wanted to change my  (18)  many times. What got me through that month-long diet was this  (19)  memory of my grandmother. Now, I followed her  (20)  . I invited friends who wanted to taste vegetarian food. And as we ate, I told them stories I had known as a child.