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　　The famous British inventor George Stephenson was born in 1781 and died in 1848．One of his 　　1　　 important inventions was the train．He 　　2　　 his first train when he was forty-four years old．When he was experimenting with the 　　3　　 engine on the train, he met with 　　4　　 from the government, the newspapers and the gentlemen in the country．They said that the noise and the smoke would 　　5　　 cows, horses and sheep, that the 　　6　　 would burst or that the hot coals from it would 　　7　　 their houses．At that time, 　　8　　 people believed what they said．

　　George Stephenson 　　9　　 the people that the train could go on small 　　10　　, could pull carriages 　　11　　 goods and passengers and there was 　　12　　 to them．It was a very 　　13　　 matter for him to 　　14　　 them believe．However, after 　　15　　, he was able to do it; and the first train that 　　16　　 by Stephenson himself 　　17　　 what he had said．

　　The first day 　　18　　 the people along the way 　　19　　 the noises of the train 　　20　　 and saw it running quickly to them, they ran back home as quickly as they could and closed their doors tightly, for they thought it a genius(妖怪)．They did not dare to come out until it had passed．

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　　School was over and I was mentally and physically tired．I sat at the very front of the bus because of my 　　1　　 to get home．Sitting at the front makes you 　　2　　 out like a shiny coin in a pile of dull pennies．

　　Janie, the driver, tried to break the 　　3　　 atmosphere by striking the match of 　　4　　．I tried to mind my manners and 　　5　　 listen, but usually I was too busy thinking about my day．On this day, 　　6　　, her conversation was worth listening to．

　　“My father's sick”, she said to no one in 　　7　　．I could see the anxiety and fear in her eyes．With a sudden change of attitude and interest, I asked,“What's wrong with him?”

　　With her eyes wet and her voice tight from 　　8　　 the tears, she responded,“Heart trouble…”Her eyes lowered as she 　　9　　．“I've already lost my mum, so I don't think I can stand losing him．”

　　I couldn't respond．I was 　　10　　．My heart ached for her．I sat on the old, smelly seat thinking of the great 　　11　　 my own mother was thrown into when my father died．I saw how hard it was, 　　12　　 still is, for her, I wouldn't like anyone to go 　　13　　 that．

　　Suddenly I realized Janie wasn't only a bus driver．That was 　　14　　 her job．She had a whole world of family and concerns too．I had never thought of her as 　　15　　 but a driver．

　　I suddenly felt very 　　16　　．I realized I had only thought of people as 　　17　　 as what their purposes were in my life．I paid no attention to Janie because she was a bus driver．I had judged her by her job and brushed her off as 　　18　　．

　　For all I know, I'm just another person in 　　19　　 else's world, and may not even be important．I 　　20　　 not have been so selfish and self-centered．Everyone has places to go, people to see and appointments to keep．Understanding people is an art．

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　　I’m a newspaper reporter．I don’t have 　　1　　 money，but I meet a lot of interesting people．Some are rich, 　　2　　 are poor．One or two are dishonest, but the others tell the truth most of the time．On the whole, I like my job and I am good at it．I type fast．I have a good 　　3　　．I don’t talk, but I’m a good 　　4　　．I’m probably the best listener in the entire city and I 　　5　　 stupid．I have a very stupid face．People look at me, and then they explain things to me very slowly．Other reporters ask people a lot of questions and 　　6　　 them angry, but I just look stupid and soon I am getting a lot of 　　7　　; many uninteresting ideas, many irrelevant(不相关的)facts, but always 　　8　　 interesting news for my newspaper．

　　I have a method for 　　9　　 news from the ordinary men in the street．Let me give you 　　10　　．Yesterday afternoon I needed information about recreation for elderly 　　11　　 people in the city．I went to the park, sat on a bench 　　12　　 the sun, and waited．Soon, an old lady came and sat next to me．She carried two large paper bags and an old handbag．I sat quietly beside her for about ten minutes, and then I 　　13　　 a chocolate bar slowly．I made a lot of 　　14　　 with the paper wrapping．Next, I offered her a piece of my chocolate．After that, she told me about 　　15　　．She doesn’t have a real home．She and two friends sleep in the bus station：on warm days she comes to the park with her few belongings in two paper bags．Later, we went to a restaurant for a cup of coffee and a sandwich．I 　　16　　, of course, I didn’t 　　17　　 any notes．I asked her a few questions about recreation, but she wasn’t interested in 　　18　　．She needed money and a place to live in, she said．She told me a lot about the bus station．I gave her a dollar and some 　　19　　．Finally, I 　　20　　 her in the park, went back to the office, and typed up some notes for my newspaper．