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When I was about twelve, I suddenly developed a great passion(爱好)for writing poems．I 　　1　　 all my other hobbies, such as 　　2　　 stamps, and spent all my 　　3　　 time reading poetry and writing it．This habit of 　　4　　 poetry on every possible occasion soon got me into trouble at school．If a lesson did not 　　5　　 me, I would take out my 　　6　　 and start writing poems in class．Of course I did this very 　　7　　, but it was not long before I got 　　8　　．One day while I was 　　9　　 writing a poem during a geography lesson, I looked up to find the teacher 　　10　　 me, looking very angry because I was not 　　11　　 attention．He tore the poem up, with a 　　12　　 not to waste time in his lesson．All the same I was convinced(深信)that I had written a good poem, so that evening I wrote it out again from 　　13　　．Not long after, I read about a poetry 　　14　　 and I decided to send in my 　　15　　．Weeks later, long after I had given up hope, I got a letter telling me I had won first 　　16　　．Everyone at school was very impressed－except the 　　17　　 teacher, who 　　18　　 me more carefully than ever．He was quite 　　19　　 I was not going to write poetry in his 　　20　　．

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　　One cold night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco．There I was walking home around one o'clock in the morning after a 　　1　　 practice at the theatre．With the opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines by heart．I was having 　　2　　 handling my part-time job at the bank in the daytime and my acting at night at the same time．As I walked, I thought seriously about 　　3　　 both acting and San Francisco．I had 　　4　　 too much of city life．

　　As I walked down the 　　5　　 streets under the tall buildings, I felt very small and cold, so I began 　　6　　 both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers．Very few people were still out except a few homeless people under blankets．

　　About a block from my 　　7　　, I heard a sound behind me．I 　　8　　 quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun．The street was empty．All I saw was a shining streetlight．Still, the noise had made me 　　9　　, so I started to run faster．Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I 　　10　　 what the noise had been．It had been my wallet 　　11　　 to the sidewalk．

　　Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired anymore．I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise．Although I searched the sidewalk 　　12　　 for 15 minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found．

　　Just as I was about to quit the 　　13　　, I heard the garbage truck stop to the sidewalk next to me．When a voice came from the inside, “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming．How could this man know my name? The door opened and out jumped a small blonde man with an 　　14　　 look in his eyes．“Is this what you're looking for?” He asked, holding up a wallet．

　　It was already 3 a. m. by the time I got into bed．I couldn't get much sleep, but I had got my wallet back．I also had got back some 　　15　　 of city life．I realized the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other．

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　　A young man was getting ready to graduald from college．for many months he bad 　　1　　 a beautdful sports car in a daaler’s showroom,and 　　2　　 his father could well 　　3　　 it,he lold him that was all he wanted．

　　On the morning of his gradnation day his father called him into his own study and told him how 　　4　　 he was to have such a fine son ,He handed his son a beautdful gift box．　　5　　 but slightiy disappointed,the young man 　　6　　 the box and found a lovely book, 　　7　　, he raised his voice at his father and said．”　　8　　 all youur money you give me a book?”and rushed out of the house 　　9　　 the book in the study

　　He did not contact(联系)his father for a whole year 　　10　　 one day he saw in the strcct an old man who looked like his father．he 　　11　　 he bad to go back home and see his father．

　　When he arrived at his father’s house, he was told that his father hed been in hospital for a week．the moment he was about to 　　12　　 the hospital．he saw on the desk the 　　13　　 new book ,just as he had left it one 　　14　　 ago．he oprned it and began to 　　15　　 the pages．suddenly,a car key 　　16　　 from an envelope laped behind the book ,it bad a lag(标签)with doaler’s uame,the 　　17　　 denler who had hthe sports car he bad 　　18　　 on the tag was the 　　19　　 of his graduation．and the 　　20　　 PAID IN FULL

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　　Even though it was only October，my students were already whispering about Christmas plans．With each passing day everyone became more 　　1　　 waiting for the final school bell．Upon its 　　2　　 everyone would run for their coats and go home，everyone except David．

　　David was a small boy in ragged clothes．I had often 　　3　　 what kind of home life David had，and what kind of mother could send her son to school dressed so 　　4　　 for the cold winter months without a coat，boots，or gloves．But something made David 　　5　　．I can still remember he was always 　　6　　 a smile and willing to help．He always 　　7　　 after school to straighten chairs and mop the floor．We never talked much．He 　　8　　 just simply smile and ask what else he could do，then thank me for letting him stay and slowly 　　9　　 home．

　　Weeks passed and the 　　10　　 over the coming Christmas grew into restlessness until the last day of 　　11　　 before the holiday break．I smiled in 　　12　　 as the last of them hurried out of the door．Turning around I saw David 　　13　　 standing by my desk．

　　“I have something for you，”he said and 　　14　　 from behind his back a small box．　　15　　 it to me，he said anxiously，“Open it．” I took the box from him，thanked him and slowly unwrapped it．I lifted the lid and to my 　　16　　 I saw nothing．I looked at David's smiling face and back into the box and said，“The box is nice，David，but it's 　　17　　．”

　　“Oh，no．It isn't．” said David．” It's full of love．My mum told me before she died that love was something you couldn't see or touch unless you know it's there．”

　　Tears filled my eyes 　　18　　 I looked at the proud dirty face that I had rarely given 　　19　　 to．After that Christmas，David and I became good friends and I never forgot the meaning 　　20　　 the little empty box set on my desk．．

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