As sixth graders, kids were separating into groups, but I wasn't sure where I belonged．

　　Our teacher gave us a task called“secret friends”for the coming week．We were supposed to do nice things 　　1　　 our friends without letting them know who was doing it．We could leave 　　2　　 notes or cards either on their desks or in their backpacks．Before doing the task, with our eyes closed, from a basket, we 　　3　　 a name of a classmate who we were to secretly befriend over the next five days．

　　Soon, the task was turned into a competition of giving 　　4　　 instead of notes．Everyone was getting cool presents except me．My friend followed the teacher's 　　5　　 without a fault．I received nothing but handmade cards with nice words about me．

　　On the last morning, I finally got a package．When I 　　6　　 it, the girls around all 　　7　　．It was perfumed powder, an“old lady”gift．My face went red．

　　I tried to forget about the 　　8　　 gift, but when the same girls 　　9　　 it again during the break in the bathroom, I joined in,“How stupid!My grandmother wouldn't 　　10　　 want it．”The girls laughed at my 　　11　　 and filed out of the bathroom．Washing my hands, I let the water run through my fingers 　　12　　 I thought about my words．It wasn't 　　13　　 like me to say things like that．

　　“I'm your secret friend．”It was Rochelle．“I'm sorry about the gift,”she whispered to me, tears 　　14　　 down her face．

　　From a poor family, she was a 　　15　　 at school for those with rich parents．Yet she just took all the 　　16　　 and the horrible treatment silently．

　　I was sick to my stomach as my 　　17　　 words ran through my mind．She had heard everything．How could I have been so cruel?

　　Later I learned she had felt bad all week about not being able to leave me any cool present and her mum had given up her only luxury(奢侈品)．

　　And I had 　　18　　 everything for her．

　　I told her that I had only said those things to try to 　　19　　．

　　“We aren't that different from each other, are we?”She smiled 　　20　　．Her simple words, spoken from her heart, found their way straight into mine．

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　　Night after night, as was often the case, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the 　　1　　, then kiss my forehead．

　　I don't remember when it first started 　　2　　 me．But it did．Finally one night, I shouted out at her,“Don't do that any more-your hands are too 　　3　　!”She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother 　　4　　 my day with that familiar 　　5　　 of her love．

　　With the years passing, my thoughts 　　6　　 to that night, when I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight 　　7　　 on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very 　　8　　, while sometimes far away．But always it was hidden in the back of my 　　9　　．Now Mom is in her seventies, and those hands that I 　　10　　 thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my 　　11　　．And now my own children are grown and gone．One thanksgiving Eve, 　　12　　 I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a 　　13　　 hand hesitantly run across my face to 　　14　　 the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss, ever so 　　15　　, touched my brow．

　　In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night and my young voice 　　16　　．“Don't do that any more-your hands are too rough!”　　17　　, I caught Mom's hand in hand, saying how 　　18　　 I was for that night．I thought she'd remember, as I did．But Mom didn't know 　　19　　 I was talking about．She had forgotten, and forgiven long ago．

　　That night, I fell asleep with a new 　　20　　 for my gentle mother and her caring hands．And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

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　　People often fall ill because of me．　　1　　, they can hardly blame me; it is largely their own 　　2　　．A tired person may get 　　3　　, especially when he goes to crowded places with polluted air．A sudden change in 　　4　　 is another factor．In hot summer, people turn on the air-conditioner upon returning home．They will catch a cold easily．

　　My latest victim is an energetic student．After school, he played football hard for two hours．Though 　　5　　, he still went to the cinema．Then he got back home and took a cold shower immediately．

　　I seized this golden chance to 　　6　　 him．He reacted ,trying to 　　7　　 me, but I was already 　　8　　 deep in his throat．He kept sneezing(打喷嚏)and his nose was running．　　9　　 he put on some warm clothes, it didn't work, for there were too many of us．Besides, his sore throat kept 　　10　　 him, and he developed a cough to force me and my family out, but 　　11　　．

　　The next day he couldn't go to 　　12　　．He had lost his appetite and was not as 　　13　　 as before．His mother made him orange juice every few hours for more vitamin C, which would help his 　　14　　．

　　For two days he was 　　15　　 by his mother．As he rested more, his defense strengthened and I began to feel the 　　16　　．I knew I had to 　　17　　 him before long．But I am not the one who gives up easily, and I made every effort to fight back．　　18　　, it was my turn to feel 　　19　　 now, for his defense system was starting an all-out attack against me．I became 　　20　　 and finally my time was over．

　　Do you know what I am?

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　　When I was in primary school, I got into a major argument with a boy in my class．I can't 　　1　　 what it was about, but I have never forgotten the 　　2　　 I learned that day．

　　I was 　　3　　 that I was right and he was wrong－and he was sure that I was wrong and he was right．The 　　4　　 decided to teach us a very important lesson．She 　　5　　 both of us up to the 　　6　　 of the class and 　　7　　 him on one side of her desk and me on 　　8　　．In the middle of her desk was a large, round object．I could 　　9　　 see that it was black．She asked the boy what 　　10　　 the object was．“White,”he answered．

　　I couldn't believe he said the object was white, 　　11　　 it was obviously black!Another 　　12　　 started between my classmate and me, this 　　13　　 about the color of the object．

　　The teacher told me to go stand where the boy was standing and told him to come stand where I had been．We changed 　　14　　, and now she asked me what the color of the object was．I 　　15　　 answer,“White．”It was an object with two 　　16　　 colored sides．From his side it was white, 　　17　　 from my side it was black．

　　My teacher taught me a very important lesson that day：You must 　　18　　 in the other person's shoes and look at the 　　19　　 through their eyes in order to 　　20　　 understand their view．

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　　Certainly dustmen prefer to be known as“Reuse Collection and Disposal Officers”．You may think that this is rather 　　1　　, and it is better to call a spade a spade．But dustmen can be as 　　2　　 as people of any other occupation, though we must 　　3　　 that their job is not a 　　4　　 one in the world．We often take dustmen for granted．Perhaps because they usually come very early in the morning, before most people are 　　5　　．We are likely to forget their 　　6　　．Our dustbins are 　　7　　 regularly, but we 　　8　　 stop to think about the men who do this．However, it is one of the most important jobs in the world, and when there are no dustmen to 　　9　　 the rubbish, the general 　　10　　 soon becomes aware that something is wrong．Recently, the dustmen of England went on strike for higher wages．

　　During the first few days it was regarded as a 　　11　　．But when the first two weeks had passed, and the dustbins were overflowing in nearly every backyard in the country, the joke did not seem so 　　12　　 any more．　　13　　 the strike continued, people could not 　　14　　 the hills of rubbish around their dustbins, and they looked for other places in which to 　　15　　 it．Even Leicester Square, in the heart of West End of London, was 　　16　　 high with plastic bags full of smelly rubbish．This was a(n)　　17　　 attraction that the people of London were not at all 　　18　　 to see．Even when the strike was over, it took several weeks for the country to get cleaned up completely．Perhaps now the English people appreciate the work of 　　19　　 dustmen rather more 　　20　　 and won't take them for granted any more．

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　　It was a warm March evening, and I'd just taken a seat on the bus that would take me home．It was nearly 6∶00 PM, but the bus was not yet full and the driver gave no 　　1　　 that he intended to start the bus．

　　A middle-aged woman took a seat opposite me．She was crying．Not speaking to anyone in particular, she 　　2　　 narrated her story．

　　She had come to the city to visit her daughter．On the way to the terminal, a thief had 　　3　　 one of her bags．It had contained half of the money she'd brought with her．The other half was hidden under her blouse, so she 　　4　　 still had some money left．The bus conductor, driver, and other passengers listened to her tale．

　　At this time, an old man 　　5　　 got on the bus．He sat in the seat directly in front of the woman．

　　After a few minutes, all seats were 　　6　　．The driver got behind the wheel and started the engine．The bus conductor collected tickets and began asking us where we were 　　7　　．When he came to the old man's seat, he became 　　8　　 and asked the old man whether he had any money．The old man 　　9　　 that he did not．He explained that he 　　10　　 all his money this morning when he'd accidentally got on the wrong bus and now he was trying to go home．

　　Upon hearing this, the bus conductor 　　11　　 the old man to get off the bus．The old man was almost in tears as he begged the bus conductor to let him take that bus 　　12　　 he could get home before dark．The bus driver approached the old man, and repeated the conductor's 　　13　　 to get off the bus．

　　“Stop troubling him!Can't you see he's only trying to get home?”she interfered．“He doesn't have any money!”the driver shouted．“Well, that's no 　　14　　 to throw him off the bus,”she insisted．

　　Then she said,“How much is his fare?”The bus conductor mumbled the amount．“Fine,”said the woman．She 　　15　　 inside her blouse, took out her 　　16　　 money, and handed the fares to the bus conductor．“Here's his fare and mine．Just stop giving him a hard time．”

　　All eyes turned 　　17　　 the woman, who, just minutes before, had been crying over the money she'd lost．“It's only money,”she shrugged．

　　By the time the bus rolled out of the terminal, she had given the old man bread and a dollar．She rode the rest of the way home 　　18　　 a Mona Lisa smile of peace and grace, and the money she'd lost 　　19　　 was forgotten．

　　On the road of life, the politeness and smiles of 　　20　　 can lighten our loads and lift our spirits．How much sweeter the journey when we make it a little smoother and richer for others!

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　　When I was a child, I loved spending weekends with my grandparents．

　　I remember one Saturday morning 　　1　　．After breakfast I asked Granny,“What kind of 　　2　　 are you making today?”

　　“Vegetable beef,”she answered．“And you can 　　3　　 by chopping some carrots and celery(芹菜)．”

　　Granny 　　4　　 an apron(围裙)around her full waist．She gave me a knife and cutting board so I could do my share of the work．

　　As I slowly peeled carrots, I sighed,“I've got to give a 　　5　　 next week and I'm scared．”

　　“Most people 　　6　　 public speaking．But remember, the only thing we have to fear is fear itself．So, what 　　7　　 are you afraid of?”

　　“Everything, I guess．I don't like standing up in front of everybody．What if I 　　8　　 what I'm going to say?Or what if somebody 　　9　　?”

　　“And what if you do just fine?”Granny asked．“Have you prepared 　　10　　?”

　　“Well, no．That would be a lot of 　　11　　 work．”

　　“Hard work 　　12　　 hurts anyone．You could try practicing in front of a mirror．”

　　Then I went on to 　　13　　 the schoolwork, friends and family．

　　Granny listened patiently．Then she started,“Nancy, there's nothing wrong with a little 　　14　　 in your life．It adds character·”

　　“Do you like my soup?”she asked．Soup?I wondered．I thought we were talking about my 　　15　　．

　　“I love your soup．Granny”I said．

　　“Well, you know, a lot of people don't make 　　16　　 soup these days．They say it's too much trouble．But I don't 　　17　　 a little trouble,”she said．“It 　　18　　 variety and flavor to my soup－and to my life．”

　　While I helped 　　19　　 clean up, I thought about what she had said．I still had a few days to prepare my speech．I would work on them．Maybe I too could 　　20　　 a little trouble into something as special as Granny's homemade soup．

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　　Which came first, the chicken or the egg?This is one of life's 　　1　　 questions and people have been debating about it for thousands of years．Now scientists believe they have solved this 　　2　　．Researchers from Sheffield and Warwick Universities in England discovered the answer 　　3　　．They used a super computer to observe the shell-making process while a new shell was 　　4　　．Then they found one protein called OC17 that is 　　5　　 for forming eggshell．This is only found inside a chicken's body, which is proof that the 　　6　　 came first．The team was 　　7　　 looking at how animals and birds make eggshells but suddenly made their surprising 　　8　　．The big question now is where chickens came from．The 　　9　　 is from dinosaurs．

　　The research team said eggshells are one of nature's most 　　10　　 creations．Professor John Harding from the team told reporters：“Understanding how chickens make eggshells is fascinating in itself, but it can also be 　　11　　 in designing new materials．”Eggshells are very lightweight but incredibly strong．Even the most up-to-date materials 　　12　　 by the world's top engineers cannot produce anything as 　　13　　 as an eggshell．Professor Harding added that 　　14　　 eggshells could help to cure bone diseases and design materials for the construction industry．“Nature has found wonderful ways that 　　15　　 for all kinds of problems in materials science and technology－we can learn a lot from them．”he said．

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　　Sam's uncle had an old bird which sat in its cage all day．One day his uncle said,“It is too expensive to 　　1　　 that bird．We will get rid of it．”But Sam wanted to 　　2　　 the bird．

　　Sam's grandfather told him that the bird was once a famous 　　3　　 bird．Now 　　4　　 people knew it．His grandfather took the bird out, and then quickly took his arms away．The bird opened its huge 　　5　　 and flew into the sky．After a few minutes, it 　　6　　 with a small rabbit, cut it open and started to 　　7　　 it．

　　The next morning, Sam asked his uncle out．Sam did 　　8　　 his grandfather had done, but the bird 　　9　　 to the ground and stood still．Sam's uncle 　　10　　．Later his grandfather told him that the bird only hunted in late afternoon when light was less 　　11　　．Sam asked his uncle to come out before 　　12　　．This time the bird caught a mouse．His uncle was quiet with 　　13　　, but laughed again,“We can't eat mice, so this bird is 　　14　　．”And he sold the bird without telling Sam．

　　Before Sam found the bird was 　　15　　, two angry men arrived in a car．They 　　16　　 his uncle and said, the bird couldn't hunt and they wanted their money back．Sam's uncle looked 　　17　　 and said,“I have spent it．But…don't worry!”He 　　18　　 at Sam,“Sam will show you 　　19　　 to make the bird hunt!It's a great bird, isn't it, Sam?”Sam opened the door of the car and took out the 　　20　　．It flew away and disappeared forever．

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　　Jean is a clever young woman who comes from a rich and famous family．She goes to a(n)　　1　　 university and has everything that money can buy．Well, 　　2　　 everything．The only problem is that the people in Jean's family are so 　　3　　 that they can hardly find time to be with her．

　　So Jean 　　4　　 a lot of her time on MSN．She likes being anonymous(匿名的), 　　5　　 to people who do not know about her famous family and her 　　6　　 life．She used the name Linda on MSN and has 　　7　　 a lot of friends who she contacts(联系)quite 　　8　　．

　　Last year Jean made a very 　　9　　 friend on MSN．His name was David and he lived in San Francisco．David was full of stories and jokes．He and Jean had a common(共同的)　　10　　 in rock music and modern dance．　　11　　 it always took them hours to talk 　　12　　 on MSN and sometimes they even 　　13　　 the time．Of course, they wanted to know more about each other．David 　　14　　 a picture of himself：a tall, good-looking young 　　15　　 with a big, happy smile．As 　　16　　 went by, they became good friends and often sent cards and small things to each other．

　　When Jean's father told her that he was going 　　17　　 a business trip to San Francisco, she asked her father to let her 　　18　　 with him, so that she could give David a 　　19　　 for his birthday．She would take him the latest DVD of their favorite 　　20　　 singer．But when Jean knocked on David's door in San Francisco, she found that the special friend she had been contacting was a twelve-year-old boy named Jim．

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