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　　My father enjoys bike riding．Ever since I was little, I’ve always loved going biking with my dad．　　1　　, as I became a teenager, other things began to draw my 　　2　　．Suddenly, it was important to do things with 　　3　　．I saw my dad every evening at home．Why did I have to 　　4　　 my Sundays to all-day bike trips with him, too？If my indifference(冷漠)hurt him, my father kept 　　5　　, but he would always let me know when he was planning a bike trip 　　6　　 I wanted to come．

　　It was a Sunday morning, and I was in low 　　7　　．Two of my friends had gone to the movies without inviting me．Just then my father 　　8　　 my room．“It’s a beautiful day．Want to go for a 　　9　　, today, Beck?” “Leave me alone!” I impatiently 　　10　　．

　　Those were the last words I said to him before he left the house that 　　11　　．

　　Several hours later, the police called us, 　　12　　 us that Dad had a traffic accident．My father’s injuries were serious．It took several days before he could 　　13　　 speak．Beside his bed I held his hand gently, 　　14　　 of hurting him．

　　“Daddy…I’m sorry…” “It’s okay, sweet heart．I’ll be okay．”

　　“No,” I said, “I 　　15　　 what I said to you that day．You know, that morning?”

　　“Sweetheart, I don’t 　　16　　 anything about that day．I remember kissing you goodnight the night before, though．” He 　　17　　 a weak smile．

　　I felt regretful for my thoughtless remark, for I 　　18　　 wanted him to leave me alone．My teacher once told me that 　　19　　 have immeasurable power．They can hurt or they can heal．And we all have the 　　20　　 to choose our words．I intend to do that very carefully from now on．

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　　There was a woman in Detroit, who has two sons．She was worried 　　1　　 them, especially the younger one, Ben, 　　2　　 he was not doing well in school．Boys in his class 　　3　　 fun of him because he seemed so 　　4　　．

　　The mother 　　5　　 that she would, herself, have to get her sons to do better in school．She 　　6　　 them to go to the Detroit Public Library to read a 　　7　　 a week and do a report about it for her．

　　One day, in Ben’s 　　8　　, the teacher held up a rock and asked if anyone knew it．Ben 　　9　　 up his hand and the teacher let him 　　10　　．“Why did Ben raise his hand?” they wondered．He 　　11　　 said anything; what could he possibly want to say?

　　Well, Ben not only 　　12　　 the rock; he said a lot about it．He named other rocks in its group and even knew 　　13　　 the teacher had found it．The teacher and the students were 　　14　　．Ben had learned all this from doing one of his book 　　15　　．

　　Ben later went on to the 　　16　　 of his class．When he finished high school, he went to Yale University 　　17　　 at last became one of the best doctors in the United States．

　　After Ben had grown up, he 　　18　　 something about his mother that he did not know as a 　　19　　．She, herself, had never learned how to 　　20　　．

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　　Have you heard of the story of “spilt milk?” Well, we all know it is no use crying over spilt milk．But this story is 　　1　　．

　　A famous scientist had 　　2　　 several very important medical discoveries．He was asked in an interview 　　3　　 set him so far apart from others?

　　He responded that it all came from an 　　4　　 with his mother that occurred when he was about two years old．He had been trying to 　　5　　 a bottle of milk from the refrigerator 　　6　　 he lost hold of the slippery bottle and it fell, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor－a sea of 　　7　　!

　　When his mother came, instead of yelling(大叫)at him or giving him a 　　8　　, she said, “You know, Robert, whenever you make a mess like this, you 　　9　　 to clean it up and restore 　　10　　 to its proper order．We could use a sponge(海绵), a towel, 　　11　　 a mop(拖把)．Which do you prefer?” He chose the sponge and together they cleaned up the spilt milk．

　　His mother then said, “Robert, what we will do is an experiment in how to 　　12　　 carry a big milk bottle with two 　　13　　 hands．Now, let’s try and 　　14　　 if you can discover a way to carry it without dropping it．” The little boy 　　15　　 if he grasped the bottle at the neck with both hands, he could make 　　16　　．What a wonderful lesson!

　　This scientist 　　17　　 remarked it was at that moment that he knew he didn’t 　　18　　 to be afraid to make mistakes．　　19　　, he knew that mistakes were just opportunities for learning something new, which is, 　　20　　, what scientific experiments are all about．

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　　Last year, I lost my best friend in high school．It seemed that everyone else’s life could just continue on in its 　　1　　 way, but mine couldn’t．I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to face 　　2　　 and their gossip at school．I was forced to 　　3　　 my routine on Monday morning as usual．In the evening I returned home from school 　　4　　 completely defeated．All I wanted to do was 　　5　　 into bed and wallow(沉迷于)in my own self-pity．I pulled back the covers on my bed and 　　6　　 a pile of cards left by dad．Each card included a(n)　　7　　 that is was to be opened on a 　　8　　 night that week．

　　I made it through that week 　　9　　 my father．Each card 　　10　　 to say just what I needed to hear．Tuesday’s card said, “The past is painful to think about and the 　　11　　 is impossible to imagine．Don’t try．Just take it one minute at a time．”On Wednesday my mood 　　12　　 when I read．“What you are feeling now is 　　13　　 and normal．It still feels very bad, but it is part of the healing 　　14　　．”Friday’s card contained a poem he wrote．The last lines made me smile through my tears．“Whatever special 　　15　　 you face along life’s way, may you 　　16　　 that you will find the best in every day．”I was instructed to open the last card 　　17　　 the party I went to on Saturday night．In it he wisely reminded me to 　　18　　．“The world isn’t so bad after a good laugh．The more you laugh．the more you heal．”Each card was signed, “Love, Dad．”

　　My world once collapsed but I 　　19　　 the difficult breakup eventually．It owed to my dad, who made his 　　20　　 known when he couldn’t be present．

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Mary Lou

　　It was my first day to Miss Hargrove’s seventh grade．Past “newcomer” experiences had been difficult, so I was very 　　1　　 to fit in．After being introduced to the class, I bravely put on a smile and took my seat．

　　Lunchtime was a pleasant surprise when the girls all crowded around my table．They were friendly, so I began to 　　2　　．My new classmates told me about the school, the teachers and the other kids．They 　　3　　 out the class nerd(书呆子)to me：Mary Lou．She was a pretty girl with dark eyes and olive-skin, 　　4　　 she wore a long woolen skirt and an old-fashioned blouse．She looked stupid．The girls whispered and giggled 　　5　　 Mary Lou walked by．She ate alone．

　　After school, the girls invited me to 　　6　　 them in front of the school．I was thrilled to be a(n)　　7　　 of the club．We waited．For what, I didn’t know．Then Mary Lou came down the school steps．The girls started making fun of her, shouting rudely, biting comments．I 　　8　　, then joined right in．Mean remarks fell from my 　　9　　．No one could 　　10　　 I’d never done this before．The other girls stepped back and started cheering for me．Feeling 　　11　　, I pulled on her backpack and then pushed her．Her backpack broke, Mary Lou fell and I backed off．Everyone was laughing．I 　　12　　 in．I was a leader．

　　I was not proud．Something inside me 　　13　　．If you’ve ever picked a wing off a butterfly, you know how I felt．

　　Mary Lou got up, 　　14　　 her books and left without a tear or saying anything．She held her head 　　15　　 as blood ran down from her knee．I 　　16　　 her limp away down the street．

　　I turned to leave with my 　　17　　 friends and noticed a man standing beside his car．He must have been Mary Lou’s father－he had the same olive skin, dark hair and handsome look．He remained still and watched the 　　18　　 girl walk toward him．Only his eyes－shining with both sadness and pride－followed．As I passed, he looked at me in silence with burning tears that reminded me of my 　　19　　．

　　Mary Lou’s father’s eyes taught me a good lesson that day．I never again hurt someone for my own 　　20　　．

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　　Making a film takes a long time and is very hard work．Writing the story for the film may take many weeks．Shooting the film often takes 　　1　　 six months．Actors and cameramen work 　　2　　 very early in the morning until late at night．Each scence has to be acted and reacted,filmed and refilmed, until it is just 　　3　　．Sometimes the same scene 　　4　　 be acted many times．

　　The film studio is like a large 　　5　　, and the indoors stages are very big indeed．Scenery of all kinds is made in the studio：church, houses and forests are all built of wood and cardboard．Several hundred people work together to make one film．　　6　　 of these people are the actors and actresses．The director of the film, however, is the most 　　7　　 person in a film studio．He decided how the scenes should be filmed and how the actors should act．

　　Many people go to see a film because they know the film stars in it．　　8　　 the film may be very bad．It is better to choose a film 　　9　　 by a good director．Some famous directors make their films very real．People feel that they themselves are 　　10　　 the people in the film．

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　　I had never been much interested in sports．I had tried playing tennis, swimming and running but found nothing I liked．But 10 years ago, I found the right kind of exercise－　　1　　．

　　Why did I start walking? At the age of twenty, my doctor told me I had a serious illness and 　　2　　 not live longer．I was so 　　3　　 then．I spent all of my life worrying．The doctor suggested that I should 　　4　　．I didn’t listen at first．　　5　　, after several months, I began to get the meaning of the doctor’s words．While I was walking, I began to 　　6　　 flowers．I would stop and enjoy their beauty．I 　　7　　 found that I had missed the most beautiful part of life－flowers, falling leaves, snow-covered houses．I had been easting time worrying about 　　8　　．

　　Now I’m 35, and I don’t worry any more about　　　9　　 may happen, Worry only makes me miss the good things in 　　10　　．I want to say hello to everything because I’m living a new life．

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　　On August 26, 1999, New York City experienced a torrential downpour．The rain caused the streets to 　　1　　 and the subway system almost came to a stop．

　　Unfortunately, this happened during the morning rush hour．Many people who were going to work were 　　2　　 to go home．Some battled to 　　3　　 a taxi or to get on a bus．Still others faced the 　　4　　 bravely, walking miles to get to work．

　　I 　　5　　 to be one of the people on the way to work that morning．I went from subway line to subway line only to find that most 　　6　　 had stopped．After making my way 　　7　　 crowds of people, I finally found a subway line that was 　　8　　．Unfortunately, there were so many people waiting to 　　9　　 the subway that I could not even get down the stairs to the 　　10　　．So I took the train going in the opposite direction, and then switch back to the downtown train．Finally, after what seemed like an forever, the train 　　11　　 my stop．Then I had to walk several blocks in the increasingly heavy rain．When I finally got to my office, I was 　　12　　 through, exhausted and 　　13　　．

　　My co-workers and I spent most of the day drying off．When it was 5：00 pm，I was ready to go home．I was about to turn off my computer 　　14　　 I received an email from Garth, my Director：

　　I would like to thank all of you who made the effort and 　　15　　 reported to work．It is always reassuring(令人欣慰), at times like these, when employees so clearly show their 　　16　　 to their jobs．Thank you．

　　Garth’s email was short, but I learned more from that 　　17　　 message than I ever did from a textbook．The email taught me that a few words of 　　18　　 can make a big difference．The rainstorm and the traffic 　　19　　 had made me tied and upset．But Garth’s words immediately 　　20　　 me and put a smile back on my face．