Mr. Black was working in a factory in a big town. He liked 　1　 very much, and was very good　2　 it. When he was free, he　3　 down to a small river behind the factory and tried 　4　 some fish, but there were very few there, 　5　 the water wasn’t clean. One summer he went to the seaside during his holiday and stayed at a small cheap hotel.
“I have never fished in the 　6　 before.” He thought. “It will be more interesting than fishing in our river.”
　7　 first he caught a lot of fish and was very 　8　 . He gave them to the hotel and they cooked them for guests, and he enjoyed himself very much. After　9　, he did this every day. But 　10　 he got his bill(账单) at the end of the week, he saw it, “For oil（油） to cook fish(7 days), 70 dollars（美元）.”

Perhaps　the　only　test　score　that　I　remember　is　the　55　when　I　was　in　high　school.
The　test　was　the　final　for　a　course.　I　remember　waiting　anxiously　as　my　teacher　Mr.　Right　passed　out　our　papers　one　by　one.　It　was　a　rather　difficult　test.　I　heard　my　classmates　groaning,　and　I　could　tel　by　the　groans　that　the　scores　weren’t　looking　good.
Mr.　Right　put　my　paper　on　my　desk.　There　in　big　red　numbers,　circled　to　draw　attention,　was　my　score,　55!
I　lowered　my　head,　and　covered　the　score　up　quickly.　A　55　is　not　something　that　you　wanted　your　classmates　to　see.“The　scores　were　not　very　good,　none　of　you　passed,”Mr.　Right　said.　“The　highest　score　in　the　class　was　a　55.”
A　55.　That’s　me!
Suddenly　my　sad　look　didn’t　look　so　bad.　I　had　the　highest　score.　I　felt　a　lot　better.
I　walked　home　alone　that　day　with　the　low　but　high　score.　My　father　knew　that　I　had　a　big　test　that　day　and　asked　me　as　soon　as　I　got　home,　“How　did　you　do　in　your　test？”“I　made　a　55,”I　said.
A　frown（皱眉）now　stood　on　my　father’s　face.　I　knew　I　had　to　explain　immediately.　“But　Dad,　I　had　the　highest　score　in　the　calss,”I　proudly　stated.　I　thought　that　explanation　would　make　a　difference.“You　failed!”my　father　replied.“But　it’s　the　highest!” I　insisted.“I　don’t　care　what　scores　others　had,　but　you　failed.　What　matters　is　what　you　do!”my　father　firmly　said.
For　years,　my　father　was　always　that　way.　It　didn’t　matter　what　others　did,　it　only　mattered　what　I　did　and　that　I　did　it　excelently.
We　often　don’t　understand　the　wisdom（智慧）of　good　parents　until　we　ourselves　stand　in　the　parents’shoes.　My　father’s　words　have　carried　me　throughout　life.
【小题1】　The　word　groaning　is　the　closest　in　meaning　to　_____.

With a hat by his feet，a blind boy sat on the steps of a building. He held up a sign which said，" I ' m blind, please help. "
Only a few people put    1   in the hat. A man was walking by. He    2   some coins into the hat. He then turned the sign    3  . wrote some words, put the sign back and left.
Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people   4   to give money to the blind boy.　　That afternoon the man came to see    5  things were. The boy recognized his footsteps (脚步声) and asked, "Were you the one who    6  my sign this morning? What did you write?"
The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a   7 way. "What he had written was," Today is a beautiful day,   8  I cannot see it. "
Both the   9  told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply 　10　people to help by throwing some money into the   11  . The second one, however, told people that they were able to enjoy the  12  of the day, but the boy couldn't    13   he was blind.
There are at least two lessons we can learn   14  this story. First, be thankful for what
you have. Someone else has less. Help them if you can.  15  , be creative. Think differently.
　There is always a better way !