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　　When I was 15, I announced to my English class that I was going to write my own books．All the students nearly fell out of their chairs, 　　1　　 me．“Don’t be 　　2　　．Only geniuses(天才)can become writers,” the English teacher said sarcastically(讽刺地)．“And you are getting a D this term．” I was 　　3　　 deeply and I burst into tears．

　　That night I wrote a short, sad poem about 　　4　　 dreams and mailed it to the Capper’s Weekly newspaper．To my 　　5　　, they published it, and sent me two dollars．I was a(an)　　6　　 writer! I showed my teacher and fellow students．They laughed again．“Just plain dumb luck,(纯属侥幸)” the teacher said．However, I’d tasted 　　7　　．I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written．

　　By the time I graduated from high school(with a C-minus average), I had scrapbooks filled with my published 　　8　　．I never talked about my writing to my 　　9　　, friends or my family again．They were 　　10　　 killers, and if people must choose between their friends and their dreams, they must always choose their dreams．

　　Later, I wrote a book about what I understood and 　　11　　 about life．It took me nine months, just like a(an)　　12　　．I chose a publisher and wrote a letter, which 　　13　　：“I wrote this book myself, I 　　14　　 you like it．Chapters(章节)6 and 12 are my 　　15　　．Thank you．” I mailed it without an envelope．

A month later, I 　　16　　 a letter, and a request to start working on 　　17　　 book．Crying Wind became a bestseller, and was translated into 15 languages．People ask what college I attended, what degrees I have, and what qualifications(品质)I have to be a writer．The answer is 　　18　　．I just write．I’m not a genius, and I’m not gifted．I just write．To all those who dream of 　　19　　, I’m shouting at you, “Yes, you 　　20　　! Don’t listen to them!” Writing is easy．It’s fun, and anyone can do it．

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　　I was the last person to get on the plane．

　　I found my seat and discovered that I was sitting next to a four-year-old boy who had a cold．I sat down and wondered if anything else could go wrong．

　　I hate flying, especially take-off, but the planes took off and everything seemed to be all right．Then a few minutes later, there was a funny noise and everything started to shake．I looked out of the window and－oh, my God－there was smoke coming out of the wing．All I could think was “The engine is on fire．We’re going to crash．I’m too young to die．”

　　Almost immediately, the captain spoke to us in a very calm voice, “Ladies and gentlemen．This is your captain speaking．We are having a slight technical problem with our engines．There is absolutely no need to panic．We will have to return to the airport．Please remain seated and keep your seat belts fastened．”

　　Well you can imagine how frightened I was, but the crew were fantastic．The flight attendants were really calm and told us not to worry．One of them told me to relax and said that everything would be all right．

　　A few minutes later, we were coming into land．The pilot made a perfect landing on the runway．It was over．We were safe．

　　That day, I decided not to fly again．I caught another taxi and went home．But as I closed the front door, I looked down at my case．Somehow I had picked up the wrong suitcase．