At the age of 13, my son Tim became interested in surfing. Before and after school each day, he would put on his surfing suit, go to the seaside and be   (1)  to be challenged by his friends. But his great love for surfing was tested one   (2)  afternoon.

"Your son’sbeen in an accident. When he surfed to the top of the water, the point of the board was headed toward his   (3)  ", the lifeguard reported over the phone.   (4)  , My husband Mike sent Tim to the emergency room, where he received 26 stitches(缝针) around the eye.

I was on a(an)   (5)  to get back home from a meeting. Mike drove   (6)  to the airport after they left the doctor’soffice. He   (7)  me at the gate and told me Tim was waiting in the car. I   (8)  to the car. My poor son was sitting in the back seat with both arms   (9)  out toward me crying, "Oh, Ma, I’m so   (10)  you’re home." I cried in his arms telling him how   (11)  I felt about not being there when the lifeguard called.

"It’sokay, Mom," he comforted me. "You don’tknow   (12)  to surf anyway."

"What?" I asked,   (13)  by his logic.

"I’ll be   (14)  , anyway. The doctor says I can go back surfing in eight days." Was he  (15)  ? I wanted to tell him he wasn’t allowed to go near   (16)  again until he was 35, but instead I kept silent and prayed he would   (17)  surfing forever.

For the next seven days he kept   (18)  me to let him go back on the board. One day after I repeated "No" to him for the 100th time, he beat me at my own game. "Mom, you taught me never to give up what we   (19)  ." Then he handed me a book titled“Never give up”I bought for him as a birthday gift.

I   (20)  . Years later Tim was among the top 25 professional surfers in the world. And he always keeps in mind that passionate people embrace what they love and never give up.

A few weeks ago, one of my dearest friends lost her two-year-old daughter forever. My friend and I live on ____（1）____ sides of the country, so I took a trip to visit her. I was ____（2）____ about what I was going to say to her and her ____（3）_. How was I going to find the words to ____（4）____ them? I want to find ____（5）____ words.___（6）___, it was too hard.

   Having two ____（7）___ children at home. I felt I couldn't truly understand her pain, so how ____（8）____  was I going to be able to comfort her? I walked into her home and could never have ___（9）____  the life-changing words that would be spoken between us.

   My friend, one of the ______（10）___ people I know, said something during her time of sadness that was such a simple phrase but will forever impress me in my _____（11）___. As she was describing the events leading to the ___（12）____  of her daughter, she tried, to express her___（13）____  heartbreak as she ___（14）____  her sweet child in the hospital. She said to me with tears___（15）____ her face. "You're a mom, you know."

   ____（16）____, it was at that moment, with that phrase, ___（17）____  I was able to start to understand her sadness. Sure, I was completely heartbroken for her sadness, as death is ___（18）____ for anyone. But I'll___（19）____  that I didn't fully understand it. I do understand the ____（20）____  that she once got from playing with her child. And to lose that? There are no words.

   Except "I'm a mom, I know" with tears.

My husband and I insisted that our children were old enough to clean their rooms and make their beds. But they thought   (1)  . My complaints, even self-justified shouting, were always landing on   (2)  ears. Very often a whole hour’s scolding would end with their   (3)  into tears, I felt very frustrated. I realized I needed to  (4)  my method of “mothering”.

One day when they were at school, I spent some time   (5)   their rooms. On their desks, in plain  (6)   , I left the cards: “Dear Bill (the other card was   (7)  to Sarah), your room was messy this morning and I’m sure you like it clean. Love, the Room Fairy.”  (8)   arriving back, the children were   (9)  excited to receive the little note from the Room Fairy. The next day, their rooms were fairly tidy. Sure enough, there was another note from the Room Fairy  (10)  for them, thanking them for their nice “gift” of a clean room and   (11)  asking them to play a certain violin    (12)  . Each day, thank--you notes would be written differently to keep the ideas  (13)  .

   Sometimes the Room Fairy would propose a little   (14)  : “If you can finish your homework and   (15)   your lessons before dinner, I’ d like to watch a particular television program with you tonight.” Sometimes some colored markers or other little items would be left in   (16)  of well done jobs the day   (17)  .

     (18)  I can’t remember how long “the Room Fairy” continued leaving her love notes. When they were age appropriate, we used various versions of Post-Its(贴条). The bathroom mirror became the  (19)  centre of our home. Appointments, notices about visiting relatives, lesson schedules, and changes in plans could be posted.

   We all benefited from and   (20)  the idea of sharing reminders and daily details of life through notes. I believe the true advantage of the Room Fairy notes survives in our frequent and enjoyable communication.

Many years ago, a teacher and his student lay down under a large tree near a large grass area. Then__ （1）___ the student asked the teacher, “ Teacher, I’ m puzzled. How do we ___（2）__ our soul mate.(灵魂伴侣)? Could you please __（3）__ me? "

  ___  (1)  for a few seconds, the teacher then answered, “ Well, it’s a pretty hard and easy question.” The teacher__ （5）__ , “ Look that way. There is a lot of （6）__ . Why don’t you walk there? But please don’t walk __（7）__ . On your way, try to find a blade (叶片) of beautiful grass and __（8）__ it and then give it to me. But just one.”

  The student said OK and then he walked straight __（9）__ to the grassy field. A few minutes later, the student came back __（10）__ . When the teacher asked the __（11）__ , the student said, “ On my journey, I found quite a __（12）__ beautiful blades of grass, but I __（13）__ that I would find a better one, so I didn’t pick it.   (2)   I didn’t realize that I was at the __（15）__ of the field, and I hadn’t picked any because you told me not to go back, so I didn’t go back.” Hearing this, the teacher said, “ That’s __（16）__ will happen in real life.”

   What is the _（17）_ of this story? In the story, grass is the people around you; the beautiful blade grass is the people that _（18） you and the grassy field is time. In looking for your soul mate, please don’t always __（19）_ and hope that there will be a better one. By doing that, you’ll __（20）__ your lifetime. Remember “ Time Never Goes Back.”

As I left the shop, I thought of my   (17)   question about God letting people live past their best of their life. Why, that woman was more alive, more optimistic and more   (18)   to life than I was.   (19)   has not bent her spirit. But I am always filling my mind with something   (20)  .         

It was a hot summer day and I was longing to go swimming at the local pool.   (1)  , I was riding in the back seat of the car as my parents  (2)  to a friend’s house. They were going to  (3)  a hand to a church work camp repairing her roof and porch. As an eight-year-old boy I knew that there wouldn’t be much for me to do and I was   (4)  . I ended up sitting in the yard,   （5）   .

The work camp was mostly made up of  (5)  who had given up part of their summer vacation to help others free of charge. They were managed by the pastor(牧师) and a few skilled carpenters who also worked   (6)  . Most of that afternoon, I sat in the shade while they were wet with  (7)   in the sunshine. They cut boards and hammered them in place. They  (8)  rotted tiles(瓦片) and nailed in new ones. They cleared off the old paint and  (9)  with the new. They did it all   (10)  . They shared stories and smiles. They shared jokes and   (11)  .

Finally our friend asked me to help her pay them with the two things she could   (12)  : sweet tea and smiles. I carefully carried the   (13)  to the workers who downed the tea with joy. By the end of the day the three gallons of tea were   (14)  . The workers were out of nails, paint, and lumber,   (15)  the job was done. There was one thing left, however. It was the one thing that you would never run out of. It was the one thing that you couldn’t give away   (16)  having even more of it. It was love. It lightened our   (17)  and smiles. I went home with a heart   (18)  of it and was happier than any day at   (19)  could have made me.

 A young student was one day taking a walk with a professor, who was commonly   (1)   the students' friend. As they went   (2)  , they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which they supposed to   (3)   a poor man who was employed in a field   (4)  . The student turned to the professor, saying: "Let us play the man   (5)  : we will hide his shoes, and   (6)   ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his   (7)   when he cannot find them."

   "My young friend." answered the professor, "we should never  (8)  ourselves at the   (9)   of the poor. But you are   (10)  , and may give yourself a much greater   (11)  by means of the poor man. Put a coin into each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and  (12)   how the discovery affects him." The student did so, and they both placed themselves behind the bushes. The poor man soon finished his work and   (13)  the field to the path   (14)   he had left his coat and shoes. While  (15)  his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes; but feeling something   (16)  , he stooped down (弯下腰) to feel   (17)   it was, and found the coin. Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his countenance (面部表情). He then looked around

him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. Fie now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was   (18)   on finding the other coin. He fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a fervent (热烈的) thanksgiving, in which he  (19)   his wife, sick and helpless, and his children without bread. The student stood there   (20)   affected, and his eyes filled with tears.

I was on a walk with a friend yesterday when I found an iPhone6s in a pile of snow. I picked it up and it still  (1)  ! I started looking through the name list and calling numbers to see  (2)  I could figure out whose phone it was.  (3)  , only one person answered and she didn’t   (4)  the number that I was calling from. She gave a(n)  (5)  of “It is just so nice that you are trying to find out whose phone it is.”

   Since that lady didn’t know whose phone it was, my friend  (6)  that we go back to the street and the  (7)  that we found the iPhone6s in front of. I knocked on the door and two college-age people  (8)  . They hadn’t lost their phones, but as I told them the  (9)  and mentioned some names on the name  (10)  , the young man said that he also  (11)  those names and it must be the phone of one of their friends.   (12)  , both of the young men politely mentioned how  (13)  it was that I took the time to hunt for the owner. I really didn’t have anything to say, because in my  (14)  I was just doing the right thing. 

   I never considered  (15)  the phone—it wasn’t mine. I immediately tried to find out the owner, because that is  (16)  what I would want someone to do if either I or any of my family members lost phones.

   Eventually the owner  (17)  , sincerely expressing a lot of thanks. I was very happy that the  (18)  part was that I didn’t say who I was—give my  (19)  , or number. I strongly felt that the purpose of helping others is not for  (20)  . Helping others is more than enough for me and it is the most endless joy of life.

Peter, a seven-year-old pupil, always had a good time in school. But one day, he came home  (1)  after school. The moment he entered the yard, he sat on the stairs and burst out crying. It seemed that he had trouble in  (2)  himself down. His father, who was working in the yard, signaled Peter to come near and wanted to talk with him face to face.

      Peter replied  (3)  , “Dad, leave me alone. I am very angry.”

      Peter’s father didn’t mind his bad  (4)  . He went to sit close to Peter and persuaded him to  (5)  his trouble.

      Peter said,“Tom has a big mouth. He gossiped about me and gave away my  (6)  . I hope he will  (7)   afew bad luck things.”

      His father wanted to teach him a(n)  (8)  . He went to a corner,  (9)   abag of charcoal(木炭) and said to Peter,“Son,  (10)  that white shirt over there as Tom, and the plastic bag of charcoal as some bad luck things. Use charcoal to hit the white shirt.   (11)  that every time you hit one piece of charcoal on the shirt, Tom has had a bad luck thing. When you finish hitting all the charcoal, see what will happen in the end.”

      Peter thought this game was  (12)  . He  (13)  charcoal to throw onto the shirt.   (14)  , the shirt was hung in the distant rope. He finished throwing all the charcoal, but only a little on the shirt.

      Father asked Peter, “How do you feel now?”

      He said, “I am tired, but I am  (15)  because the white shirt has become black in a way.”

      Father saw his son did not understand his  (16)  , so he had Peter stand in front of a large mirror. It was not until then that Peter was  (17)  to find that from his face he could see nothing but white teeth.

      Then the father said, “You see, the white shirt has not become very dirty, but you have become extremely dirty yourself. When you want a lot of bad luck things on others, the result is that the most  (18)  thing falls on you. Remember: our bad  (19)  may have some effects on others—others may have bad luck, but the stains(污渍) left to us is difficult to  (20)  .”

When I was about five years ago, I suddenly became ill one day. Because of the mistake of a doctor, I took the   (1)   medicine. As a result, the vision（视力） of my left eye was   (2)    and only my right eye could see   (3)   . It had always made me sad until one day I   (4)    a bird with an injured wing.

  I was about eight years old then. One day I   (5)   a relative in the countryside. After lunch, I walked around the   (6)  by myself. Then I noticed a bird with an injured wing. It was   (7)    on the ground, trying to fly into the   (8)   . But it didn't succeed after a few   (9)   . Seeing that, I felt very   (10)  , but I couldn’t do anything for it. Then after a few minutes’ jump, the bird finally took off into the air. It didn’t fly   (11)   , but it did fly. How wonderful!

  I   (12)  feeling sorry for the bird. Instead, I was （13）。This bird didn't use its injury as a(n)   (13)    to stay on the ground. It set a good   (14)   to me. I decided to   (15)    the sadness brought to me by my left eye’s poor vision.

  There are many people who have a disability like me around the world. We can choose to live a(n)  (16)   life because of it. Or we can see it as a   (17)   to be overcome on the road to greatness. Quite simply, the  (18)    is yours. Will you stay on the ground, or will you   (19)    like the bird?