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   36  in the hat. A man was walking by. He   37  some coins into the hat. He then turned the sign   38 , wrote some words, put the sign back and left.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people   39  to give money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man came to see   40  things were. The boy recognized his footsteps （认出他的脚步声）and asked, “Were you the one who   41  my sign this morning? What did you write?”

The man said, “I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a   42  way.” What he had written was, “Today is a beautiful day,   43 I cannot see it.”

Both the   44  told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply   45  people to help by throwing some money into the   46 . The second one, however, told people that they were able to enjoy the   47  of the day, but the boy couldn’t   48  he was blind.

There are at least two lessons we can learn   49  this story. First, be thankful for what you have. Someone else has less. Help them if you can.   50  , be creative. Think differently. There is always a better way!

My name is Lily. My father is a teacher. His students love him a lot because he is funny. I love him, too, but I think he can be “foolish”  41 .
Once we moved into a new house and had to go shopping to buy new chairs and lights. In the supermarket, I’m interested   42  some of the beautiful lights with good qualities and made my father buy them.
When we got home, my father began to work out how much money we had   43  that day. Suddenly, he stopped. “Something’s wrong.” he said. “I’ve got 30 yuan   44  than I should!”“That’s great,” I said. “You can buy me that   45  book I want.”
Father said nothing. Instead, he counted（数） how much money he had again and again.
“The salesgirl must have made a mistake. We   46  go back to the shop,” he said.
“Do you have to go back?” I asked. “Nobody will know we   47  too much change(找零). It would be foolish to go back.”
“It wouldn’t be ‘foolish’.” my father said angrily. “It’s called being   48  .” At that moment, I looked into his eyes and knew he was right.
The salesgirl was surprised to see us in the shop again. But   49  we gave her the money, she thanked us a lot.
On my way home, my father stopped me   50  smiled. “Do you still want that cartoon book?” he asked. I looked at my “foolish” father and answered loudly, “Father, you are the greatest!”