A school teacher decided to let her class play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few    16  . Each tomato will be given a name of a person that the child    17  , so the number of tomatoes that a child will put in the plastic bag will depend on the number of people the child hates.
So when the day came, every    18   brought some tomatoes. Some had two; some three while some up to five tomatoes. The teacher then told the children to    19   with them the tomatoes in the plastic    20   wherever they go.
Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the    21   smell let out by the rotten tomatoes. Besides, those having more tomatoes had to carry    22   bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended.
The teacher asked: “How did you    23   while carrying the tomatoes with you for 1     24  ?”
The children let out their frustrations and started    25   of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and    26  tomatoes wherever they go.
Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the    27  .
“This is exactly the    28   when you carry your hatred(憎恨) for somebody inside your heart. The unpleasant smell of hatred will pollute your    29   and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten tomatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the smell of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?”
So    30   others is that best attitude to take!

People often say that the Englishman’s home is his castle. In this sense they mean that the home is very important and  21 . Most people in Britain live in houses  22  flats, and many people own their homes. This means that they can make them individual(個人的); they can 23 them and change them in any way they 24 . In a crowded city the individual knows that he or she has a private space which is  25  for himself or herself and for invited friends.
People usually like to  26  their space. Are you sitting now in your home or in a beach or a train? If you are on the beach you may have spread your 27  around you; on the train you may have 28 your coat or small bag on the seat beside you; in a library you may have one corner or chair which is your own.
Once I was traveling on a  29  to London. I was in a section for four people and there was a table between us. The man on the opposite side to me had his briefcase on the table. There was no  30 on my side of the table at all. I was made rather  31 . I thought he thought that he owned the  32  table. I took various papers out of my bag and put them on  33 ! When I did this he stiffened and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I had  34  his space ! A few minutes later I took my papers off his case in order to read them. He  35 moved his case to his side of the table. ( Of course , it is possible that he just wanted to be helpful to me !

One day a heavy storm hit a village. Nothing was ____41____ but a rock fell from the nearby mountain. The rock rolled down from the mountain and __42_____ in the middle of the main oad in the village. It was very big and shaped more or less __43__ a ball. The villagers decided to move it away since it was blocking the street. Several of the ___44___ men came to try to lift it out of the road. No matter _____45____ they tried, they couldn’t move it.
All of this time a young boy was ___46_____ the men trying to move the rock.. “Excuse me,” he said, “but I think I could move it.” “You,” they shouted, “____47___ are you talking about? All of us have just tried and can’t ___48_____ move it a little.” They all ____49______ the boy.
The next ___50_____ some villagers came to the street. To their great __51____, the rock was gone. More people ran out to see for themselves. It was true the rock was not in the road any more. The little boy stood in the street, smiling, “ I told you I could move it. I did it last night.” ___52_____ he walked over to ___53____ the rock had been and ____54_____ some dirt with a shovel( 鏟 ) “You see,” he said, “ I dug a hole __55____ the rock and it rolled down into the hole by itself. Then I covered it with dirt.”

Long long ago, there was a small village. This village had a  36   tradition. At the beginning of every year, any boy who had reached the age of majority (成年) was given land and money to build a home. The boy had to  37  his home before winter. If his home failed to endure the cold weather in winter, the villagers could not  38   him in any way．
One _39_, Paul and Marc reached their majority. They  40  their land and money and decided to search nearby villages for ideas on building their homes．In each village, they found the nicest  41  and talked to the owners. Each owner gladly offered  42 ．
After Marc saw several homes, he  43  the best ideas and went back to his own land. Paul, _44_, continued collecting more ideas. Soon he had so many great ideas that he began to  45  some of them. But he always believed he could find even better ideas in the next village．
Marc began building his home. He had several false starts,  46   his home gradually rose from his land. By fall, Marc had finished his home. It wasn't perfect, but it was strong and he could  47  it later. Paul enjoyed all the beautiful homes and 48  with home owners. The first snow came and Paul, realizing he was running out of time, 49   back to his land. He built the best home he could in the time he had, but it was 50  .The first winter storm destroyed his home and he froze to  51 ．The villagers mourned for him．
Marc  52  the winter．Each year, Marc searched for other good ideas he could use to make his own home look better. He became a leader in the village, 53  a family, and lived a happy, content life．
We all build and improve our own mental homes. It’s  54   and fun for us to search for ideas from other mental home owners, but we only improve our own mental home if we actually  55  the best ideas．

A man and his family were in Europe. Once they needed to drive 3 days   36, day and night, to get to Germany. His little daughter had never  37 at night without a break before. She was  38  the first night in the car, with terrible deep darkness outside.
“Where are we going, Daddy?” asked the daughter. “To your uncle’s house in Germany.” Father answered.
“Have you been to his    39  before?” “No.”
“Then, do you know the   40 ?” “Maybe, we can read the map.”
Short pause. “Do you know how to read the map?” “Yes, we will get there  41    . Don’t worry.”
The same dialogue  42  a few times within the first night, and also the second night.   43  on the third night, his daughter was quiet. Father thought that she might have fallen   44 , but when he looked into the mirror, he saw that she was awake and was just   45 calmly. He couldn’t help wondering   46 she was not asking the questions anymore.
“Dear, do you know where we are going?” “Germany, uncle’s house.”
“ Do you know how we are getting there?” “No.”
“ Then why aren’t you asking anymore?” “Because Daddy is   47 .”
Because Daddy is driving. This answer from a 3 years old girl has then become the   48  and help this man for many years whenever he has questions and
  49 on his journey. We may  50 the destination and sometimes we may just know it  51 the little girl-“Germany”, without understanding where or what it  52 is. We do not know the way. We do not know how to read the map. We do not know if we can find   53 along the way to eat in. But the little girl knows the most  54 thing-Daddy is driving-and so she is safe and secure. She knows that her Daddy will 55  all that she needs.

Having lived in the house for so long, we found our kitchen looked old. We decided it was time to   1   the kitchen, and my husband and I were discussing   2   colors. The children, sitting nearby, suddenly all spoke together: “Not the measuring stick.”
“No,” I   3   them. “Not the measuring stick..”
The measuring stick isn’t a (an)   4   stick but the kitchen side of the door between our kitchen and dining room. Along the edge we’ve   5    each child’s growth by making a mark showing his or her   6   on every birthday. Over the years so many colored pens, pencils and markers have been used, that now, this white door is somewhat like an abstract painting.
Names and dates show different    7  , and I can tell by the script(手跡) who measured whom. An eight-year-old measured her three-year-old sister, a grandchild measured her grandmother, my husband measured me. At the parties, when this door   8   back and forth frequently, friends stop to   9   the names and dates. When we ask if they would like to be always remembered, they usually smile   10   and go back right up into place,   11   to be measured.
Many of those listed on the door are still  12  ; some have stopped. Some remain with us only in   13 . When my mother came to see my eldest daughter graduate from university, we measured her too. It was her last visit to our home.
We haven’t  14   the new kitchen color plan yet, but one thing is certain: whatever color we choose, the back of the kitchen door will always remain   15  , with lots of names and dates in various colors.

If you asked high school girls to name their favorite sports, most would probably say basketball or volleyball. I happen to be one of the few girls who would 　36　:surfing. But isn’t that a boy thing? Some people 　37　.Most certainly not.?
I started surfing about five years ago and　38　in love with the sport on the very first day. Riding that first 　39　 was the best feeling I had ever experienced.?
When I try to 　40　 surfing with other things, I find it very difficult because, in my ___41_　,there’s nothing like it. It involves body,　42　,and soul. There’s sand between my toes and cool, salt water all 　43　 us. The feeling I get when I’m surfing across that 　44　,becoming one with the 　45　,is like I’m weightless.?
The one thing I can 　46　 from surfing and not any other sport is endless challenge. You can never be the “best surfer” because the ocean 　47　 an uncountable variety of waves that nobody can ever master. The variations of surfing styles are wonderful. Some surfers are free and flowing; others are very aggressive and 　48　.All of these things attract me to surfing and make it ?　49　 ? from any other sport.?
I’ve 　50　 to tell every girl I know to do something that people don’t think girls can do. It’s part of being human to advance to new 　51　,so shouldn’t it be expected that girls should step up and start 　52　 the limits of things boys and men used to dominate??
There’re women 　53　 side by side with the President of our country, so why not side by side with the boys 　54　 the football team or out in the water surfing? Give girls a chance to __55　, and they will.?

Gary is very popular in his college and nearly everybody knows him. He is a basketball starand has played in quite a few important matches held in his home state. And for this reason, he has become the  (21)  of the college, envy of the boys, and hero of the girls. Among his many  (22)  is a girl called Nola.
Nola is Gary’s classmate, and Professor Johnson’s daughter. Mr. Johnson is a strict father, and in a family where a sports star is not  (23) regarded, Nola never dares to mention Gary’s name. In school, they seldom speak to each other and always keep a certain (24).
Nola’s family lives on the campus and there is a big sports ground near their (25) . Every afternoon, after school, Gary would spend at least one hour practicing basketball before returning (26). Nola lives on the third floor, and from their (27) she can see the sports ground. As a (28) , Nola would sit in a chair on the balcony, reading or doing her homework everyday (29) she comes home. Sometimes she would raise her head to watch Gary shoot or (30) how many times he can hit the basket.
Gary doesn’t seem to pay any attention to Nola on the balcony.
One afternoon, Nola moved her chair into the room (31) the breeze outside. But she could still hear the noise from the sports ground. The (32) suddenly stopped and the sports ground became very quiet. Nola thought it (33) and looked out through the window.
She saw Gary bending down there and (34) something on the ground with a piece of chalk. What was he writing? She (35). Gary finished writing and (36), he picked up his bag and dragged his way home.
After Gary left, Nola went (37) quickly and walked quietly to the sports ground. When she got to the place where Gary had just (38), she found these words, “Nola, why didn’t you watch me play?”
She picked up the (39) end on the ground and added below the line, “(40) yes, I did.”

College was the best of times and the worst of times for me. I met the best friends of my life, had    21   experiences, but I also folded under more   22   than I ever had to deal with before.     23   bad grades, I ended up being asked to take a semester off at the end of the first semester of my senior year.
So I went back home to   24  with my father and stepmother. To their credit, they understood me and were very cool about my coming back. I felt their    25   from the moment I walked in the door. They   26   to let me feel like a failure.
One morning not long after I had come home, my father woke me up saying that my stepmother   27  on the kitchen floor. I went downstairs trying to perform CPR on her   28   it was too late. She was already dead of a massive heart attack.
I’ll never   29  the look on my father’s face when he was given the official news of her passing. I knew at that moment that I had to be   30  because he needed someone to lean on. It was as if our roles had    31  and I was being the protective parent while he took the time to   32   .
I guess the lesson I took from it is that even in our   33   moments we can still be of help to someone who is   34   something much harder. It’s so easy to close ourselves off to the things going on around us, and   35  feel that we are the only ones   36  . Helping someone else could actually help us   37  ourselves.
Needlessly to say I went back to college the next semester, and I studied harder and got my    38    . My father and I developed a bond that was    39   closer than it already was, and I have a much better ability to keep   40  times in perspective.（適當(dāng)?shù)兀?br />

Although in 1947 we were still very new to the atomic age, we knew about mushroom clouds. A huge crack (裂縫) spread across the library wall upstairs, sending teachers and __31__ screaming down the hall.
Had a new world war started? Pale­faced, our young science teacher quickly__32__us for a fire drill. We huddled (卷縮) in little groups on the beach side of the school grounds and__33__the spreading cloud darken the bright spring sky.
Rumors flew every which way，__34__two hours would pass before we got the full story. One rumor we heard was that the Texas City Monsanto Chemical plant had__35__； children whose parents__36__there began to cry.
I__37__—that was where my father was working that day.
The school bell called us back inside, and we were dismissed (解散) to__38__our way home the best way we could. I'd walked a quarter of the three­mile trip to my home__39__a car horn frightened me to__40__. My Uncle Barney__41__alongside me in his old Ford. The instant I saw him, I knew my father__42__. Otherwise, Papa would have__43__for me himself.
As if in slow motion from a great distance, Uncle Barney motioned for me to__44__. Numb with grief, I crawled into the back__45__. I barely took notice of the man sitting there, and didn't recognize him until he__46__me. When Papa put his strong arms around me, I forgot for a moment that Cherokees aren't supposed to__47__.
Many of my fellow students lost their__48__in the explosion. Tragedy would one day come to our__49__， as it inevitably (不可避免地) comes to all, but one day Texas City blew up, it miraculously (奇跡般地) passed us by. Because he lost his keys on that April morning, as he explained, my father lived for__50__32 years—we were to have a second lifetime forever.