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| A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox (儿童玩耍的沙场). He had with him his box of cars and trucks and a shiny, red plastic shovel (铲子). In the process of creating roads in the soft sand, he 1 a large rock in the middle of the sandbox. The boy dug_ around the rock, managing to 2 it from the sand. With a little bit of 3 , he pushed the rock 4 the sandbox by using his feet. When the boy got the rock to the 5 of the sandbox, 6 , he found that he couldn't 7 it up and over the little wall. 8 , the little boy pushed and dragged, but every time he 9 he had made some progress, the 10 tipped and then fell back 11 the sandbox. The little boy had tried his best, but his only 12 was to have the rock roll back, smashing his finger. Finally he burst into tears of disappointment. All the 13 the boy's father 14 from his living room window as the story continued. At the moment the tears fell, a large shadow fell across the boy and the sandbox. It was the boy's 15 . Gently but firmly he said, "Son, why didn't you use all the strength 16 that you had?" Defeated, the boy sobbed back, "But I did, Daddy, I did! I used all the strength that I had!" "No, son." 17 the father kindly. "You didn't use all the strength you had. You didn't 18 me." With that the father 19 down, picked up the rock and removed it from the sandbox. Do you have "rocks" in your life that need to be removed? Are you discovering that you don't have 20 it takes to lift them? There is one who is always available to us and willing to give us the strength we need. | ||||
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| Once upon a time there was one storyteller who wanted to search for a real-life story. He reached a village and took a cottage for rent. After 1 in the village throughout the month, the storyteller couldn't find one. 2 , he decided to stop his search. The next day, while sitting in the cottage, he suddenly heard a voice - a woman was 3 someone. The voice was coming from the big 4 behind his cottage. It sounded like the woman was abusing her 5 . The storyteller didn't like it, 6 he was happy to finally get his story. 7 the conversations each day, he added them to his story. Though he couldn't 8 the characters of his story, he started 9 the mother-in-law, as she seemed to be a bad woman. Before he finished his 10 , the storyteller wanted to see the 11 once, so he climbed the wall. There he saw the mother-in-law sitting in a 12 . It seemed that she was disabled. He saw the old lady trying to 13 a food item on the table near her wheelchair. But because of her 14 , she couldn't rea nearby. Suddenly the old lady fell from the wheelchair and started 16 her daughter-in-law. The storyteller went back and 17 changed the ending of the story and was surprised at how 18 it was compared to what he once thought it would be. Truly he found both a real-life story and a real-life 19 : Never judge a situation unless you know all the aspects well. Sometimes you can't imagine your 20 from the reality. | ||||
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| My family came to America in 1985. 1 of us spoke a word of English.Each morning, I disliked going to school for fear of not 2 what people were saying. Very soon my mother noticed something was 3 me.The pain and care I saw in her moonshaped eyes made me burst into tears. I explained to h determination my mother had were admirable because English was as 8 to her as it was to me. That afternoon,I saw my mother in a different light as she 9 me by the school fence.Although she was the 10 of all the mothers there,her face with her welcoming smile and big, black eyes was the most 11 . The afternoon sun shone 12 on her long,black hair creating an atmosphere that 13 her from others. My mother and I immediately her encouraging 15 , made the routine fun and interesting.The fact that she was sacrificing her 16 time before going to work so that I could learn English made me see the 17 she possessed.Very soon I began to comprehend what everyone was saying. It has been seven years since that reading 18 with my mother.She is now 43 and in her second year at college.My brother and I have a strong 19 of who we are because of the strong values my mother established for herself and her children.My 20 and gratitude for her are endless.This is why my mother is truly the guiding light of my life. | ||||
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B. A man who is head of a house or a family.
C. A man of great skill in art or work.
D. A skilled workman with his own business.
A. was famous
B. didn't want to have friends
C. was not good at making friends
D. spent most of his time in working and had no time to make friends
B. a girl and little man
C. a little man
D. a wonderful man
B. in the 1930s
C. in the 1970s
D. after the 1930s
B. Chaplin made a lot of money.
C. He didn't live in the same country.
D. He became famous in a short time