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　　Scientists find that hard-working people live longer than average men and women．Career women are 　　1　　 than housewives．Evidence shows that 　　2　　 are in poorer health than the job-holders．A study, shows that 　　3　　 the unemployment rate increases by 1％, the death rate increases correspondingly(相应地)by 2％．All this 　　4　　 one point：Work is helpful to health．

　　Why is work good for health?It is because work keeps people busy, 　　5　　 loneliness and solitude(孤独)．Researches show that people feel unhappy, 　　6　　 and lonely when they have nothing to do．Instead, the happiest are those who aye busy．Many high achievers who 　　7　　 their careers feel that they are happiest when they are working hard．Word serves as 　　8　　 between man and reality．By work, people 　　9　　 each other．By collective(集体的)activity, they find 　　10　　 and warmth．This is helpful to health．The loss of work 　　11　　 the loss of everything．It affects man spiritually and makes him easy to have(a/an)　　12　　．

　　　　13　　, work gives one a sense of satisfaction and a sense of 　　14　　．Work makes one feel his value and status in society．When 　　15　　 finishes his writing or a doctor successfully 　　16　　 a patient or a teacher sees his students 　　17　　, they are happy 　　18　　．

　　From the above we 　　19　　 come to the conclusion 　　20　　 the more you work, the happier and healthier you will be．Let's work hard and live a happy and healthy life．

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　　On the first day of sixth grade, I noticed one little girl called Amy on the school bus．“Don't talk to her．her,”warned Lauren, who sat beside me．“Or they will 　　1　　 you．”

　　Amy had many physical differences－lots of 　　2　　 for other kids to make fun of her．Her eyes weren't straight．Her glasses were an inch thick．And she had really ugly teeth．

　　Every day 　　3　　 we drove to and from school, kids would shout insults(侮辱)at Amy,“God, what a 　　4　　 face!Stop looking at me!”“Mr．Holland(the driver)!Amy took off her glasses, and now her eyes are frightening me．Make her 　　5　　 her！”For a while I shouted my share of insults, just so I'd fit in．　　6　　, I didn't want them to treat me the same way they treated Amy．

　　But while I was insulting her, my heart 　　7　　 for the girl．I could see that the insults were making her look 　　8　　, because she was so ashamed and alone．Then I wanted to 　　9　　 her．I just didn't know how to stop my schoolmates－　　10　　 the night of our class roller-skating party．

　　Our whole class were there 　　11　　 Amy．Amy didn't know how to skate, but I could see how much she wanted to have 　　12　　 like the rest of us．So I skated over to her and took her by the hand．　　13　　 we began the journey together around the skating rink(溜冰场)．She just smiled, and every once in a while she would laugh in 　　14　　．

　　On the school bus the next morning there was much 　　15　　 about Amy and me skating together．But nobody 　　16　　 her or me．And they didn't for the rest of the year．I 　　17　　 heard from Amy again after the school year．But I've always hoped that I changed her life 　　18　　 the better．

　　She changed 　　19　　 life actually．After becoming her friend, I no longer tried to impress people by trying to 　　20　　 like them．I became myself．

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　　About one year ago, a couple with three children moved into the apartment next door to me．I never heard any noise from the children．Inslead, I often heard the parents yelling 　　l　　 at the kids, not in a nice tone, but in a 　　2　　 one．

　　We often 　　3　　 in the hallway．I always greeted them, but the only 　　4　　 I ever got was a”hello”from the eight-year-old girl．I usually 　　5　　 to see my doctor and one day when I returned they were just 　　6　　 their apartment and the little girl was 　　7　　 the outside door open for the others．I 　　8　　 in the car doing 　　9　　 things because 1 wasn’t eager to he snubbed(冷落)again．Finally, I got out of my car and walked towards the door．The parents were telling their daughter to hurry and get into the car, 　　10　　 the little girl was still holding the door, 　　11　　 me！I hurried althought I was still in pain from my injury．

　　I forgot to tell her how 　　12　　 I was for her kindness．I wrote a note saying how much her act of kindness had 　　13　　 an oId man’s heart．

　　The next day there was a 　　14　　 on my door and it was the little girl and her father．She was quite 　　15　　 of her behavior and thanked me．Then I noticed her mother standing there too．Her parents 　　16　　 me．

　　From then on when we met in the hallway we always greeted each other, in a friendly 　　17　　．

　　Last night there was a heavy snow．I looked out at my ear and 　　18　　 how I was goingto keep my doctor’s．　　19　　 because I could only walk for a short time．This morning when I opened the front door, all the snow was removed．

　　Isn’t it 　　20　　 that the small kind act of an 8-year-old girl can changes so many things for the better？It is said that good things come from small acts．

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　　A gentle breeze blew through Jennifer's hair．The golden red sun was 　　1　　 She was on the beach, looking up at the fiery ball．She could hear nothing but the waves and the 　　2　　 flying up in the sky．

　　The 　　3　　 relaxed her．After all she'had been through, this is what she needed．

　　She wondered how her parents would 　　4　　, when she got home after the three days she was missing．She kept on walking, 　　5　　 herself-to bungalow 163, where'she spent every summer holiday．Just in a few hundred meters she would have been 　　6　　 in her house．

　　It was really getting dark now, the sun had set a few minutes before and it was getting 　　7　　 too．She imagined having her favorite 　　8　　 on：it kept her really warm．This thought 　　9　　 when she finally saw her front door．　　10　　 had taken care of the outside garden for a few days．She was 　　11　　：her father was usually so strict about keeping everything clean and tidy,and now．．It all seemed 　　12　　：She couldn't understand what was 　　13　　 on．

　　She entered the house．First．she went into the kitchen where she saw a(n)　　14　　 written by her father,reading“'Dear Ellen,there is some coffee ready,1 went looking．”Ellen was her mother but where was she?On the right side ofthe hallway was her parents 　　15　　 She went in．Then she saw her．Her motther lying on the bed,sleeping．Her face looked so tired, 　　16　　 she hadn't slept for days．Jenny would have wanted to wake her up, but she didn't 　　17　　 her tired mother．So Jenny just fell asleep 　　18　　 her．When Jennifer woke up something was different…she wasn't in her mother's room．She was in her cozy bed in her pajamas．

　　It 　　19　　 so good being back home．Suddenly she heard a voice, ‘'Are you feeling better now, dear?You now you got us very,very 　　20　　．”

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　　I was on my lunch break in the city, enjoying a salad at an outdoor cafe, when a shabby homeless lady came walking towards me．She was yelling and 　　1　　 everyone who walked past her for spare 　　2　　 and she looked like a mess．My 　　3　　 reaction was fear…to close off and hope she didn't come near me, but she did．1 was on the plone and when she 　　4　　 yelling, I said,“I'm on the phone,”in the nicest way I could, assuring myself what she needed was a lesson in 　　5　　．She walked away, mumbing(自言自语),“I'm 　　6　　 you．I'm sorry, I'm sorry．I'll leave”．And she turned the corner．

　　　　7　　, I would fee relieved or satisfied, but something in me couldn't 　　8　　．Without another thought, I looked in my 　　9　　 for the spare change I had, Even I started searching through my entire purse, the pockets, everything-for all of the change I could 　　10　　 find to give．

　　I got up and walked towards this lady and gave her all I 　　11　　．She held my hand and said,“Thank you!”Her hand was 　　12　　 and dirty, but I didn't mind 　　13　　 her hand．1 wanted to be there for her for some reason, when normally I would 　　14　　 the other way．She looked at me and said,“Will you touch my face?”And for some reason, I did．I put my hand on her cheek and she started to 　　15　　．I chould 　　16　　 it was as if she had not been touched by a loving, soft hand in ages, 　　17　　．and so I held it there, trying to 　　18　　 her with my heart open．It was powerful

　　She thanked me and walked away quietly, And I walked away with an open heart, trying to 　　19　　 sense of what had just hppened, It changed somehting in me and has made me want to be a 　　20　　 operson to the people I meet during my day．

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　　It was Friday－the most tiring day of a teacher's week．As I was going to dismiss the class, Jan, who sat behind Bill suddenly shouted,“Teacher, Bill took my dime(=10 cents)．It was 　　1　　 here by my ink bottle when I went to sharpen my pencil and now it is 　　2　　”

　　Bill only dropped his head 　　3　　．

　　The dime had 　　4　　 been there．I had seen it．And Bill was the only one who had been 　　5　　 Jan's desk．

　　By now the children were quiet, obviously waiting for me to 　　6　　 action．Perhaps I hadn't slept well the night before; or perhaps it was the expectation in the children's eye．　　7　　, I lost my control．I scolded Bill for being 　　8　　．

　　“Give Jan her dime,”I ordered．Bill didn't say a word in 　　9　　．

　　“Stand up!”he stood beside his seat．

　　“Now turn all your 　　10　　 inside out and take off your shoes!”He did so, 　　11　　 to cover one foot with the other to 　　12　　 the holes in his socks．But there was no dime．

　　“　　13　　 your desk!”I ordered．Patiently he did so．The dime wasn't there either．He returned the books and papers to his desk without a word．Then he 　　14　　 his face in his arms．Immediately I 　　15　　 my mistakes．I, the person who could defend him, had failed him．

　　It was very late that afternoon 　　16　　 one of the boys went to the front of the room to sharpen his pencil．“Hey!”he cried,“Here's Jan's dime on the board ledge．She must have put it here when she sharpened her pencil．”

　　I felt heartsick．I went to Bill, and 　　17　　 him into my arms．“I'm so sorry, Bill．I had no 　　18　　 to scold you．Will you pardon me?”

　　Slowly he raised his eyes to 　　19　　．There were no tears but the 　　20　　 in his eyes branded(印在)my heart forever．

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　　Once, when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus．　　1　　, there was only one family between us and the ticket counter．

　　This family made a big impression on me．There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12．Their clothes were not 　　2　　, but they were clean．The children were 　　3　　, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, 　　4　　 hands．They were excitedly jabbering(喋喋不休地说)about the clowns, elephants, and other acts they would see that night．

　　One could 　　5　　 they had never been to the circus before．It 　　6　　 to be a highlight of their young lives．

　　The ticket lady asked the father how many tickets he wanted．He 　　7　　 responded,“Please let me buy 　　8　　 children's tickets and two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus．”The ticket lady 　　9　　 the price．The mother’s head 　　10　　, and her lip began to quiver．The father leaned a little 　　11　　 and asked,“How much did you say?”

　　The ticket lady again quoted the price．The man didn't have enough money．

　　Seeing what 　　12　　, my dad put his hand in his pocket, 　　13　　 a $20 bill and dropped it on the ground．(We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!)Then reached down, 　　14　　 the bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said,“Excuse me, sir, this fell 　　15　　 your pocket．”

　　The man knew what was going on．He wasn't begging for a handout 　　16　　 certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking, embarrassing 　　17　　．He looked straight 　　18　　my dad's eyes, took my dad's hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with a tear running down his 　　19　　, he replied,“Thank you, sir．This really means a lot to me and my family．”

　　My father and I went back to our car and 　　20　　 home．We didn't go to the circus that night, but we didn't go without．

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　　Every year on my birthday, from the time I turned twelve, a white gardenia(栀子花)was delivered to my house．No card or note came with it．　　1　　 to the flower shop were always useless－it was a cash 　　2　　．After a while I stopped trying to 　　3　　 who the sender was and just delighted in the beauty and perfume of the white flower．But I never 　　4　　 imagining who the sender might be．Some of my 　　5　　 moments were spent daydreaming about it．

　　My mother asked me whether there was someone for whom I had done a(n)　　6　　 kindness who might be showing 　　7　　．Perhaps the neighbor I helped when she was 　　8　　a car full of groceries．Or maybe it was the old man 　　9　　the street whose mail I helped to get during the 　　10　　 so he wouldn’t have to venture down his icy step．　　11　　a teenager, though, I had more fun guessing that it might be a 　　12　　who had noticed me 　　13　　 I didn’t know him．

　　One month before my high school graduation, my father died of a heart attack．He was 　　14　　 some of the most important events in my life．I became completely 　　15　　 in my upcoming graduation and the dance．When my father died, I 　　16　　 the dance and the dress for it．The next day before the dance, I found a dress on the sofa．I didn’t 　　17　　 if I had a new dress or not, but my mother did．

　　She wanted her children to feel 　　18　　 and lovable, imaginative, believing that there was a magic in the world and 　　19　　 in the face of hard times．Actually mother wanted her children to see themselves much like the gardenia-loveable, 　　20　　 and perfect．The gardenia stopped coming when my mother died．

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　　My daughter performed on behalf of her class in the annual school concert today．She played so 　　1　　 that I could not help cheering her．The very 　　2　　 reminded me of her experiences of piano practicing．

　　When she was five, we gave her a piano as a birthday present．With great 　　3　　, she began learning it．However, when she was no longer 　　4　　, she became sick of it．　　5　　, it is a tough job to learn the piano, not to mention the daily routine(常规)of 　　6　　．

　　When her first teacher left, my friend 　　7　　 me to an American teacher whose way of teaching was completely American．After practicing, she would give my daughter some 　　8　　 comments, and then point out what should be 　　9　　．Every time she came, 　　10　　 beginning the lesson right away, she would first play some 　　11　　．She said,“To learn the piano, you should learn not only the 　　12　　 of playing, but more importantly, to 　　13　　 the music and love it．”

　　After some time, my daughter became fond of her lessons．Sometimes she 　　14　　 would like to 　　15　　 a little bit when her skill had reached a certain level．

　　Surprisingly, my daughter said to me one day,“Mom, I was 　　16　　 that you didn’t give up my piano lessons．Learning it is like climbing a mountain．You’ll feel 　　17　　 when you are on the way．When you look 　　18　　 from where you are, you will realize that you have been making 　　19　　．But if you 　　20　　, you’ll never take one more step．”That was the very thing I wanted to teach her．

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　　My senior year of high school was very busy．If I wasn’t studying or worrying about 　　1　　, I was taking part in many activities after class or attempting to make my plans for 　　2　　．

　　As the senior year began to slow down, I got a 　　3　　 job working at a local coffee shop．I had expected that the job would be 　　4　　, but there are 　　5　　 when I was angry at the human race as a whole, simply because I couldn’t seem to 　　6　　 anyone．There was always too much sugar, too little ice, or not enough milk．However, I 　　7　　 working at this coffee shop．

　　One day, one of my 　　8　　 customers came in, looking depressed and defeated．I asked what the 　　9　　 was and if I could help, but the customer wouldn’t say any details．He just said that he felt like lying on the bed, 　　10　　 the sheets up over his head, and staying there for a few years．I knew exactly how he felt．Before he left, I handed him a 　　11　　 with his coffee．He looked at me 　　12　　 because he hadn’t ordered anything but the coffee．He opened the bag and saw that I had given him his favorite cookies．“It’s on me．”I told him．

　　The next day that customer came again．　　13　　 ordering anything, he 　　14　　 me a pink rose and a thank-you note saying that not too many people took the time to care about 　　15　　 and that he was 　　16　　 there were still people like me in the world．

　　As time went on, I came across many 　　17　　 customers．But anytime I felt 　　18　　, I thought of that little 　　19　　．Then I would smile, hold my head up high, clear my 　　20　　 and ask politely,“How can I help you?”

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