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The job of raising children is a tough one．Children don't come with an instruction manual(说明书)．And each child is 　　1　　．So parents sometimes pull their hair out in frustration(挫折), not 　　2　　 what to do．But in raising children－as in all of life－what we do is 　　3　　 by our culture．Naturally then, American parents teach their children basic American 　　4　　．To Americans, the goal of parents is to help children 　　5　　 on their own two feet．From 　　6　　 each child may get his or her own room．As children grow, they get more 　　7　　 to make their own choices．　　8　　 choose their own forms of entertainment, as well as the friends to 　　9　　 them with．When they 　　10　　 young adulthood, they choose their own jobs and marriage 　　11　　．Of course, many young adults still 　　12　　 their parents' advice and approval for the choices they make．But once they“leave the 　　13　　”at around 18 to 21 years old, they want to be on their own, not 　　14　　 to their mother's apron strings(围裙带)．The relationship between parents and children in America is very informal．American parents try to 　　15　　 their children as individuals－not as extensions of themselves．They allow them to achieve their own 　　16　　．Americans praise and encourage their children to give them the 　　17　　 to succeed．When children become adults, their relationship with their parents becomes more like a(an)　　18　　 among equals．But 　　19　　 to popular belief, most adult Americans don't make their parents pay for room and board when they come to 　　20　　．Even as adult, they respect and honor their parents．

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James shook his money box again．Nothing!He carefully 　　1　　 the coins that lay on the bed．＄24.52 was all that he had．The bicycle he wanted was ＄90!　　2　　 on earth was he going to get the 　　3　　 of the money?He knew that his friends all had bicycles．It was 　　4　　 to hang around with people when you were the only one without wheels．He thought about what he could do．There was no 　　5　　 to ask his parents, for he knew they had no money to 　　6　　．There was only one way to get money, and that was to 　　7　　 it．He would have to find a job．　　8　　 who would hire him and what could he do?He decided to ask Mr Clay for advice, who usually had 　　9　　 in most things．“Well, you can start right here,”said Mr Clay．“My windows need cleaning and my car needs washing．”That was the 　　10　　 of James's odd-job(零工)business．For three months he worked every day after finishing his homework．He was surprised by the 　　11　　 jobs that people found for him to do．He took dogs and babies for walks, cleared out cupboards, and mended books．He lost count of the 　　12　　 of cars he washed and windows he cleaned, but the 　　13　　 increased and he knew that he would soon have 　　14　　 for the bicycle he was dying for．The day 　　15　　 came when James counted his money and found ＄94.32．He 　　16　　 no time and went down to the shop to pick up the bicycle he wanted．He rode 　　17　　 home, looking forward to showing his new bicycle to his friends．It had been hard 　　18　　 for the money, but James knew that he valued(重视)his bicycle far more 　　19　　 he had bought it with his own money．He had 　　20　　 what he thought was impossible, and that was worth even more than the bicycle．

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　　Every September parents travel with their children to help them enroll(注册)at universities across the country．This does not make 　　1　　 in China．

　　But recently, a photo 　　2　　 at a university in Wuhan caught the 　　3　　 of Jeremy Warner, a commentator(评论员)with the UK's Daily Telegraph newspaper．

　　The photo was of parents 　　4　　 down for the night in the campus gym made 　　5　　 to those who could not afford a hotel room．

　　Chinese commentators and educators have pointed out that 　　6　　 kids to college does not help them adjust to campus 　　7　　．But Warner read a totally different message from the photo．

　　He said that in the UK or other 　　8　　 economies, parents usually don't bother to accompany their children to university．

　　To Warner, this was“a 　　9　　 sign of growing gulf in ambition that separates the aspiring(有抱负的)developing world 　　10　　 the tired, old, advanced economies．”

　　He said the future looks bright for the developing world．In 　　11　　, and most other developing countries, going to university offers a route to a 　　12　　 future．

　　But in the West,“people have lost their 　　13　　 in self-improvement and seem already resigned to a future of gentle or even catastrophic decline,”Warner wrote．

　　He went on to analyze China's 　　14　　 strategy：The number of college graduates is increasing at a higher speed．　　15　　, the focus of education is strongly on the sciences．

　　For Warner the 　　16　　“is both an inspiration and a cause for alarm, for it vividly 　　17　　 how the West's”monopoly(垄断)“on knowledge－the biggest source of its relative wealth－is likely to be 　　18　　 destroyed over the next decade．”

　　In his 　　19　　, Warner suggested that the British government has much to learn about education from the 　　20　　 world．

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　　On a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house．

　　In a hurry to dive into the cool water, the boy did not 　　1　　 that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, a 　　2　　 was swimming toward the shore．

　　His mother, who was in the 　　3　　, was looking out of the window and saw the two as they got closer together．In great 　　4　　, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could．Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a(n)　　5　　 to swim to his mother．

　　It was too 　　6　　．Just as he reached her, the crocodile reached him．From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the 　　7　　 just as the crocodile snatched his legs．Then 　　8　　 an incredible tug-of-war between the two．The crocodile was much 　　9　　 than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go．A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took his 　　10　　 and shot the crocodile．

　　Remarkably, after weeks in the hospital, the little boy 　　11　　 His legs were extremely scarred by the attack, and, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails 　　12　　 his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved．

　　When a newspaper reporter who 　　13　　 the boy asked if he would show him his scars, the boy lifted his pant legs．And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter,“But look at my arms．I have great 　　14　　 on my arms, too．I have them because my mom wouldn't 　　15　　．”

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　　Just home from work, Daddy stepped in the kitchen where Mother and I were preparing supper．From the look on his face, we knew something was 　　1　　 him．

　　“Mr．Roth is worse, ” he said．“The doctor says it's only a 　　2　　 of time now．The old man call 　　3　　 his pain, but not the long hours he has to spend alone．His eyes are 　　4　　 bad that he can't read, and he doesn't get much 　　5　　．He keeps begging for a big dog to be his companion, 　　6　　 he can reach out and touch as he sits in his wheelchair in the sun．”

　　“Why don't they 　　7　　 him a dog?” I asked．

　　“Honey, with Mr．Roth in the hospital so much of time．there are a lot of 　　8　　．There isn't enough money．”

　　“They could go to the animal shelter and get one．”I 　　9　　．

　　“Yes,” Daddy said．“I suppose they could．But it has to be a 　　10　　 dog, which they can trust to be gentle．Not all big dogs are．”

　　After supper, I went 　　11　　 my big German shepherd(牧羊犬), Dan, was usually dozing．He jumped up and ran to meet me 　　12　　 he always did when I came into sight．There were no other 12－year－old girls in our neighborhood, so I 　　13　　 Dan for companionship．When I rode my bicycle, he ran behind me；when I roller－skated on the sidewalk, he followed behind．It had been that way since Daddy 　　14　　 him home four years before．

　　Now, I couldn't 　　15　　 Daddy's words in the kitchen．I threw my arms 　　16　　 Dan's neck and buried my face in his stiff hair．

　　“I love you,” I whispered to him．“I'd be 　　17　　 without you, but…oh, Dan, I know what I　should do, 　　18　　 I don't want to do it．”

　　I thought about Mr．Roth．He was old, sick and almost 　　19　　．It seemed to me that he was just about out of blessings．I 　　20　　 quickly．I knew what I had to do．

　　I went to my father and said, “Mr．Roth can borrow Dan．”Tears started down my face．

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　　One day I visited an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting．I was expecting a quiet 　　1　　 of the splendid artwork．

　　A young 　　2　　 viewing the paintings ahead of me 　　3　　 nonstop between themselves．I watched them a moment and decided the lady was doing all the talking．I admired the man’s 　　4　　 for putting up with her 　　5　　 stream of words．　　6　　 by their noise, I moved on．

　　I met them several times as I moved 　　7　　 the various rooms of art．Each time I heard her continuous flow of words, I moved away 　　8　　．

　　I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a 　　9　　 when the couple approached the 　　10　　．Before they left, the man 　　11　　 into his pocket and pulled out a white object．He 　　12　　 it into a long stick and then 　　13　　 his way into the coatroom to get his wife’s jacket．

　　“He’s a 　　14　　 man,”the clerk at the counter said．“Most of us would give up if we were blinded at such a young age．During his recovery, he made a promise his life wouldn’t change．So, as before, he and his wife come in 　　15　　 there is a new art show．”

　　“But what does he get out of the art?”I asked．“He can’t see．”

　　“Can’t see!You’re 　　16　　．He sees a lot．More than you and I do,”the clerk said．“His wife 　　17　　 each painting so he can see it in his head．”

　　I learned something about patience, 　　18　　 and love that day．I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without 　　19　　 and the courage of a husband who would not 　　20　　 blindness to change his life．And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away, their arms intertwined．

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　　One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley．A large crowd gathered．and they all admired his heart for it was 　　1　　．There was not a scar in it．Suddenly, an old man appeared and said,“Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as 　　2　　．”

　　The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's 　　3　　．It was full of scars, it had places 　　4　　 pieces had been removed and other pieces 　　5　　 in, but they didn't fit quite right, and there were several 　　6　　 edges．In fact, in some places there were deep gaps where whole pieces were missing．

　　The young man laughed．“　　7　　 your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars．”

　　“Yes,”said the old man,“Yours 　　8　　 perfect but I would never trade with you．You see, every 　　9　　 represents a person 　　10　　 I have given my love．I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they 　　11　　 me a piece of their heart that fits into the 　　12　　 place in my heart．But because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we 　　13　　．

　　“Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart 　　14　　, and the other person hasn't returned a 　　15　　 of his or her heart to me．These are the empty gaps－giving love is 　　16　　 a chance．Although these gaps are painful, they 　　17　　 open, reminding me of the love I have for those people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have been waiting．So now do you see what true beauty is?”

　　The young man walked up to the old man, 　　18　　 his perfect heart, and tipped a piece out．He 　　19　　 it to the old man．

　　The old man placed it in his heart, then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart．It 　　20　　, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges．

　　The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his．

　　They embraced and walked away side by side．

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　　When I was in the third grade, I was chosen to be the princess in the school play．For weeks my mother had helped me practise my lines．But once on the stage, every word 　　1　　 from my head．Then my teacher asked me to change my role to be a narrator(解说者)for the play．　　2　　 I didn't tell my mother what had happened that day, she noticed my 　　3　　 and asked if I wanted to take a walk in the garden．

　　It was a lovely spring day．We could see dandelions(蒲公英)popping(炸开)　　4　　 the grass in bunches(束)．I watched my mother bend down by one of the bunches．“I think I'll dig up(挖光)all these weeds(野草),”she said．“From now on, we'll 　　5　　 have roses in this garden．”

　　“But I like dandelions,”I protested(抗议)．“All flowers are 　　6　　－even dandelions!”

　　My mother looked at me seriously．“Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn't it?”she asked thoughtfully．I nodded．“And that is 　　7　　 of people, too,”she added．

　　When I 　　8　　 that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry and told her the truth．“But you will be a wonderful narrator,”she said, 　　9　　 me of how much I loved to read stories' aloud．

　　Thanks to my mother's encouragement, I got to know everybody had his or her own 　　10　　 in the world．I felt proud of the role in the play．

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　　I was 15 when I walked into McCarley's Bookstore in Ashland, Ore．, and began scanning titles on the shelves．The man behind the counter, Mac McCarley, asked if I'd like 　　1　　．I said yes because I needed to 　　2　　 for college．

　　I worked after school and during summers, and the job helped pay for my freshman year of college．I would work many other jobs：I did the washing-up in the student canteen 　　3　　 school, I was a hotel maid and even made maps for the U．S．Forest Service during summers．But selling books was one of the most 　　4　　．

　　One day a woman asked me for 　　5　　 on cancer．She seemed fearful．I showed her everything we had in 　　6　　 and found other books we could 　　7　　．She left the store 　　8　　, and I've always remembered the 　　9　　 I felt in having helped her．

　　Years later, as a 　　10　　 in Los Angeles, I heard about an immigrant(移民)child who was born with his thumb attached, weblike(蹼状的), to the rest of his hand．His family could not 　　11　　 a corrective operation, and the boy lived in 　　12　　, hiding his hand in his pocket．I 　　13　　 my boss to let me do the 　　14　　．After my story was broadcast, a doctor and a nurse called, 　　15　　 to perform the operation for free．

　　I visited the boy in the recovery room after the operation．The first thing he did was hold up his 　　16　　 hand and say,“Thank you．”I felt a sense of reward．

　　At McCarley's Bookstore, I always sensed I was working for the 　　17　　, not the store．Today it's 　　18　　．NBC News pays my salary, but I feel as if I work for the 　　19　　, not the boss, through my“Today”show, helping them make 　　20　　 of the world．

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Some years ago, an American policeman found a woman lying near a lonely road．She did not appear to have 　　1　　, but she was trembling and clearly in a state of shock, so he rushed her to the 　　2　　 hospital．She began to tell the doctor on duty a story which was 　　3　　 in all respects．She had been 　　4　　 along a country road 　　5　　 she had been stopped by a flying saucer 　　6　　 in front of her．She had been forced to leave the car and 　　7　　 the flying saucer by creatures which looked like human beings and which could easily make themselves 　　8　　 although they could not 　　9　　．They could read her thoughts and she could read 　　10　　．They tested her politely and allowed her to 　　11　　 after carrying out a number of tests on her．As she otherwise seemed to be 　　12　　, the doctor decided that she was probably suffering from the side effects of some medicine．The woman insisted on being 　　13　　 to go home, but when she gave her address, it was in a town over a thousand miles from the 　　14　　．The police then started to make inquiries(打听)and soon 　　15　　 that there was already a 　　16　　 going on for the woman．　　17　　 husband badly reported that she had 　　18　　．Her car had been found with the driver's door open and the engine running．　　19　　 the car, the surface of the road had been completely destroyed, not by an explosion or anything of that kind, but 　　20　　 a large, round, white, hot object had burnt through it．