I took an international flight for New Zealand the past autumn.   (1)   I stepped out of the airport, I was impressed by the natural environment and attracted by the blue sky and unique plants in this _  (2)   country, where my unusual   (3)  _ began.

   I had applied a special visa, so I could enjoy great   (4)   when staying there. This freedom doesn't mean I could do anything I wanted, _  (5)   I could enjoy everything I did. It is easy to   (6)   life and work in New Zealand because every day is different.

   I picked fresh fruit in the thick forest,   (7)   wild fruit when the night came, _  (8)   sheep and chickens, planted flowers, painted a cottage and worked in a store   (9)   with balloons in the hall. I even climbed mountains,   (10)   waterfalls and played on the beach.

   I saw a lot of the North Island and would soon visit the South Island, which is said to be _  (11)  __ remote and beautiful. ___  (12)  __ is another thing worth mentioning. In a youth hostel, I met people from all over the world who could cook all sorts of food. ___  (13)  __ curiosity, I learned a lot of recipes and __  (14)  ___ different types of food, which most of the time was very delicious. In my __  (15)  _, nowhere else in the world can you enjoy __  (16)  _ food than here.

   From my __  (17)  _ in New Zealand I can conclude that the country is filled with _  (18)  _ food just waiting to be explored. As a saying __  (19)  _, "Spend any time in New Zealand, and you will get the feeling that God has only just finished his work." My mind goes that _  (20)  _ there were a Garden of Eden, it would certainly be in New Zealand.

 Around the front fence of my house I have a place that is full of roses and other flowers. On the fence there is a    (1)   I made saying, “My roses are    (2)   . I grow them to    (3)    and share as gifts, but the    (4)   way to get one is to ask first.” I often    (5)   folks smell my roses and    (6)   the sight of them, and then Iˈll ask, “Would you like one?” Iˈve made a lot of new friends in this    (7)   .

   Over the years, Iˈve had many chances to know    (8)    who have either asked for and been given, or    (9)    the sign and taken my roses. Years back, I noticed three teenage girls    (10)   taking my roses as they passed to and from school. Then one afternoon, they    (11)   the roses once more and broke some off. I went near to them for a   (12)    before they ran away. I explained how they were    (13)   my roses by breaking them off and that they were stealing them    (14)    all they had to do was just to ask for them. Later, the three girls asked for roses for a couple of years till they    (15)   .

   Many    (16)    have been given and received in the course of these    (17)    over more than 30 years of living here. Then, one winter evening years later, I stepped into a store    (18)    a rose before my wifeˈs birthday. The eyes of the young owner went wide when she    (19)    me and she wouldnˈt accept my money for the rose. Guess who? One of those three girls!

   Thatˈs it: one    (20)    turn deserves another!

    Life is often like a game of cards—you can't help the hand you're dealt，but you can help the way you play it. It's easy for us to do something without careful thinking，but it's hard for us to take back what we have done.

There was once a    (1)    who repeated a bit rumor(谣言)about a neighbor. Within a few days the whole community   (2)   the story . The person it concerned was deeply   (3)   and annoyed. Later，the woman responsible for   (4)   the rumor learned that it was completely   (5)   . She was very sorry and went to a   (6)   old man to find out what she could do to   (7)   the damage.

“Go to the marketplace，”he said，“and    (8)    a chicken，and have it    (9)   . Then on your way home，pluck(拔；扯) its feathers and drop them   (10)   along the road.”   (11)   surprised by this advice，the woman did    (12)   she was told.

The next day the wise man said，“Now，go and collect all those    (13)   you dropped yesterday and   (14)   them back to me.”

The woman   (15)   the same road，but to her disappointment，the wind   (16)   all the feathers away. After searching for   (17)   ，she returned with only three in her hand. “You see，” said the old man，“it's easy to drop them，   (18)    it's impossible to get them back. So it is with rumor.    (19)   doesn't take much to spread a rumor，but    (20)   you do，you can never completely make up for (弥补)the wrong.”

Tom is a sixth grader atMark Henry Middle Schoolin Louisiana. He has been  (1)   since birth. Though a hearing aid allows him to hear a little, he  (2)   depends on American Sign Language(ASL美国手势语言) to  (3)  .He even had a translator who  (4)   him throughout the school day.

But that isn’t  (5)  for the students at Mark Henry, who, in an effort to better communicate with Tom,  (6)   an ASL Club. They spend their lunchtime and rest time once a week learning sign language.

Tom is  (7)  that his classmates started the club because they want to be like him. His classmates want to learn his  (8)   style because they think sign language is cool.

So far, Tammy Arvin, Tom’s translator and the instructor for the school’s ASL Club, has taught the students  (9)   conversations and words for items at school, food and clothing.

Thanks to the ASL Club, Tom’s been able to better communicate with his classmates  (10)  . Now,Tom has gained  (11)  .What’s more, he has learnt to  (12)   himself more willingly, which makes it easier for the other students to  (13)   him. More natural communication with others has made him feel less  (14)   inthe school. Since the   (15)   was set up, there has been no need for Tom to have himself followed by a translator around all day long.

Not only has the club helped Tom, but it has  (16)   the students as well. The students feel  (17)   when learning the language. They might not have  (18)  they are learning about deaf culture by join this club. It really gives them a chance to learn a culture that they weren’t  (19)   aware of, which makes them  (20)  more about the world around them.

When I was about five years old, I used to watch a bird in the skies of southern Alberta from the Blackfoot Blood Reserve in northern Montana where I was born．I loved this bird; I would    (1)   him for hours．He would  (2)   effortlessly in that gigantic sky, or he would come down and light on the   (3)  and float there beautifully．Sometimes when I watched him, he would not make a sound and liked to move   (4)   into the grasses．We called him meksikatsi, which in the Blackfoot language  (5)  “pink-colored feet”; meksikatsi and I became very good friends．

The bird had a very particular importance to me   (6)   I desperately wanted to be able to fly too．I felt very much as if I was the kind of person who had been born into a world where   (7)   was impossible．And most of the things that I  (8)  about would not be possible for me but would be possible only for other people．

When I was ten years old, something unexpected  (9)  my life suddenly．I found myself become an   (10)  child in a family I was not born into; I found myself in a  (11)   position that many native Americans find themselves in, living in a city that they do not understand at all, not in another culture but  (12)   two cultures．

A teacher of the English language told me that meksikatsi was not called meksikatsi, even though that is what   (13)  people have called that bird for thousands of years．He said meksikatsi was really“duck”．I was very   (14)  with English．I could not understand it．First of all, the bird did not look like“duck”, and when it made a    (15)   , it did not sound like“duck”, I was even more  (16)  when I found out that the meaning of the verb“to duck” came from the bird．

As I   (17)  to understand English better, I understand that it made a great deal of  (18)     , but I never forgot that meksikatsi made a different kind of meaning．I  (19)    that languages are not just different words for the same things but totally different   (20)   , totally different ways of experiencing and looking at the world．

Once the king of India fell ill and sent for his doctor. The doctor came ,  (1)    (2)   him and said, “You will be   (3)   again in a few days if you take bull’s（公牛） milk.” . The king was   (4)  , for he had never heard of a bull that gave milk. “How is it   (5)  ?”he asked. “Order Gulbo to get it for you,” answered the doctor. “He can do anything.” Gulbo was a person with great knowledge and was   (6)   to the doctor. So the doctor thought this would be a way of making him   (7)  .

  When the King told Gulbo what the doctor said and   (8)  him to get bull’s milk, Gulbo   (9)   understood what the doctor was trying to do. When he got home, he sat thinking how to get out of the  (10)  . His daughter, seeing him  (11)  , asked what was the matter.

  (12)  hearing what the King had asked for, she said,”Don’t worry, father. I will help you.” The next day she got  (13)   , went to the bank of the river near the palace, and chose a place  (14)  the King’s bedroom window. In the middle of the night , when everyone was in bed, she started to do  (15)   .She made so much noise that the King could not sleep.The King got very angry and sent  (16)  to find out what was the matter. The soldier found the girl, and led her to the King. “Why do you  (17)   your clothes here at night?”said the King. The girl   (18)  to be afraid and said,”I had to wash clothes at night. This afternoon my father had a bady. I was busy   (19)  because of that. Then I found there were no clean clothes for the baby,so I had to come and wash them now.”

 “What!”cried the king.”Are you trying to make   (20)  of me? I have never heard of a man having a baby.””Well,   (21)   the King himself orders someone to get bull’s milk for him, why can’t a man have a baby?” The King smiled and said,”You must be Gulbo’s daughter. Go and tell your father that he may keep the bull’s milk for his baby.”

One day last month after I received my salary, I went shopping with my little son.  (1)   in the crowded store, I had my pocket   (2)   and my whole salary was gone with it. I was so angry that I almost lost   (3)  of myself. What could I do? We were not very   (4)  . The money was really not a small sum for my family. It would   (5)  our life greatly. How could I tell my wife?

I felt very sad and even   (6)  for losing the money when I got home. To make up for my   (7)   mistake, I gathered all my strength to give our house a thorough cleaning and then   (8)   a wonderful meal and cooked a special dish my wife loved to   (9)  her.

When she came home, I   (10)   a smile to greet her. She was   (11)   to see the neat house and the   (12)   meal. We sat at the table and began to eat. I told my story   (13)  . She did not respond immediately. It was as if she had not heard my words.

“ I’ve   (14)   my salary,” I murmured to her again.

“ I see,” she did not shout at me as I had   (15)  . She didn’t lose her   (16)  . So I was afraid she was trying hard to   (17)   her anger.

A moment later, my wife was still   (18)  and seemed to be enjoying her favorite dish. At last I could not help asking “ I’ve lost my money. Why not shout at me?” She   (19)   her eyes, looking at me and said, “ Oh, on the contrary, I’m thinking about how to comfort you. It’s the   (20)   who is to blame.”

Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be a police officer. Deep in my heart, I wanted to save people, to do right. But I was always an overweight kid and I felt   (1)  of my body. As time went on, I didn't lose weight — I  (2)   it.

   At thirty-three, I was five feet two inches tall and   (3)   over 300 pounds. Needless to say, I hadn't become a police officer. I was too old, too heavy — it was too   (4)   to even consider. I was consumed with shame. But deep down, it was really  (5)  I wanted to do. One day, I   (6)   the mirror and I truly saw myself   (7)  I was — a person with a good heart, with worthy dreams, who had  (8)   on herself. Then, I decided to go for my dream. I took the first step: the civil service exam. But test-taking has never been a  (9)   of mine, and I failed. Next, I got in touch with the police department in my community and told the   (10)  about my desire to join the force. It   (11)   that I was accepted by the chief and joined the police auxiliary group (协警) in my community. Soon, I was   (12)  for the thirteen-week training program at the North East Regional Police Institute. This school was  (13)  both mentally and physically. One day, working in pairs, we were going to learn how to use handcuffs (手铐). Because of my size, I couldn't make my wrists together  (14)  my partner could handcuff me. The instructor was   (15)  his way over to us. The sweat   (16)   down my face and I could  (17)  my partner was uncomfortable too. I prayed to somehow become invisible. But the instructor didn't pass over us.   (18)   he pointed out our problem to the entire class.

  (20)  as a police dispatcher (调度员). I was not exactly a policewoman, but the funny thing was, it didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that I had gone for my dream. Isn't it amazing?

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. He 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.

Each of us fails from time to time. If we are wise，we accept these failures as a   (1)  part of the learning process. But all too often as parents and teachers we   (2)   this same right to our children.

   When I see a child suffer from this kind of   (3)  , I think of Donnie.

   Donnie was my youngest third grader. His   (4)  of failure kept him from classroom games that other children enjoyed. He  (5)  answered questions—he was afraid he might be wrong. I tried my best to build his  (6)  . But nothing changed until mid-term, when Mary Anne, a student teacher, was assigned to our classroom．She was young and pretty, and she loved children. Many pupils, Donnie included, all  (7)   her very much.

   One morning, we were working on math problems at the chalkboard, Donnie had   (8)   the problems with pains-taking tidiness. Pleased with his progress, I   (9)  the children with Mary Anne and went for art materials. When I returned, Donnie was in   (10)  . He’d missed the third problem.

   My student teacher looked at me in despair. Suddenly her face   (11)  . From the desk we shared, she got a container filled with pencils.

   “Look, Donnie,” she said, kneeling beside him and gently   (12)   the tern-stained face from his arms, “I’ve got something to   (13)   you.” She removed the pencils, one at a time, and placed them on his desk.

    “See these   (14)  , Donnie,” she continued, “They belong to Mrs. Lindstrom and me．See how the erasers are   (15)  ? That’s because we make mistakes too. But we erase the mistakes and try again. That’s what you   (16)  learn to do, too.”

She kissed him and stood up. “Here,” she said, “I’ll leave one of these pencils on   (17)  desk so you’ll remember that everybody makes mistakes,  (18)   teachers.” Donnie looked up with love in his eyes and a smile.

    The   (19)   became Donnie’s prized possession. That, together with Mary Anne’s frequent encouragement, gradually   (20)   him that it’s all right to make mistakes — as long as you erase them and try again.