There was a little boy      his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot（彈弓）to play with, out in the woods. He        in the woods, but he could never hit the target. Getting a little     , he headed back to dinner. Then, he saw Grandma’s pet duck, so he let it fly, hit the duck in the head, and          it. He was shocked and upset. In       , he hid the dead duck in the woodpile, only to see his sister __   ___.Sally had seen it all,        she said nothing.
      lunch that day grandma said, “Sally, let’s wash the dishes.” But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to    in the kitchen today, didn’t you Johnny?” And then she said to him in a(n) _   ___ voice, “Remember, the duck?” So Johnny did the dishes.
Later Grandpa asked if        wanted to go fishing, and Grandma said, “I’m sorry but I need ___   ___ to help make supper.”
Hearing this, Sally said with a smile, “Well, that’s        but Johnny told me he wanted to help.”        the duck, Johnny had to stay and Sally went fishing.
After several days of Johnny doing both his        and Sally’s, he finally couldn’t       it any longer. He came to Grandma and told her that he __   ___ the duck. She knelt down, gave him a hug（擁抱）,and said,“Sweet heart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I       the whole thing. But because I love you, I       you. But I was just       how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.”

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There are many kinds of friends. Some are always        you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only        friends leave footprints.
I shall always recall the autumn and the girl with the        . I know she will always be my best friend. I could see the yellow leaves         in the cool wind. In such a        , I liked walking alone in the leaves,         to the sound of them. Autumn is a harvest season. However,         is uninteresting. The free days always get me      . But one day, the sound of a violin       into my ears like a stream flowing in the mountains. A young girl, standing in the wind, was        in playing her violin.  I had        seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn't know that I had been     _  there for so long but my existence(存在) did not seem to disturb（打擾）her.
Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building        I went downstairs to watch her performance. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became       . Though we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good       .
One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly       . To my surprise, the girl came over to me. “You must like violin，” she said. “Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked. Suddenly, a        expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual. “I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave, I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that       me,” she said. “In fact, it was your playing        gave me a meaningful autumn，” I answered, “Let's be friends.” The girl smiled, and so did I.
I never heard her play again in my life. But I will always remember the fine figure(身影) of the girl. She is like a       －so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off much light that makes the autumn beautiful.

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Unchangeable Love
One day I visited an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting. I was expecting a quiet         of the splendid artwork.
A young         viewing the paintings ahead of me        nonstop between themselves. I watched them a moment and decided the lady was doing all the talking. I admired the man's       for putting up with her         stream of words.        by their noise, I moved on.
I met them several times as I moved       the various rooms of art. Each time I heard her continuous flow of words, I moved away      .
I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a       when the couple approached the      . Before they left, the man        into his pocket and pulled out a white object. He        it into a long stick and then tapped his way into the        to get his wife's jacket.
"He's a        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       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       . He sees a lot. More than you and I do," the clerk said, " His wife       each painting so he can see it in his head."
I learned something about patience,        and love that day. I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without ___ and the courage of a husband who would not        blindness to change his life. And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away, hand in hand.

A young and successful executive was traveling down a street , going a bit too fast in his new car; He was        for kids rushing out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.
     his car passed a brick        the car’s side door, He pressed hard the        and spun the car back to the        from where the brick had been thrown,.
He jumped out of the car,        a kid and pushed him up        a parked car,shouting,”what was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?”        more and more angry, he wen on “That’s a new car and that brick you threw is gonna       a lot of money, Why did you do it?””Please ,mister,please,I’m sorry, Ididn’t know what else to do!”      the youngster, “It’s my brother”,he said ,”He fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t       him up”,Sobbing ,the boy asked the executive, “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair?”He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.”
     beyond words, the driver tried to       the rapidly swelling lump(塊)in his throat, He       the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his       and wiped the scrapes (擦傷)and cuts,     to see that everything was going to be okay.
“Thank you ,sir, And God bless you,”the       child said to him ,The man then watched the little boy     bis brother to the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long slow walk back to his car, He never did       the side door ,He kept the dent(凹痕)to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your     .

Whenever we do something wrong, Jesus Christ sees it. He loves us and doesn’t say it. Perhaps he’s wondering how long we’ll keep our mind suffering. A little boy named Johnny was visiting his grandparents on their farm and he was given a slingshot(彈弓) to play with out in the woods. He        for some time but he could never hit the target he had set for himself. Getting a little      , he walked back to the farmhouse for dinner. As he was _       back, he saw Grandpa’s pet duck. Just out of       , he let the slingshot fly , hitting it in the head ,and killed it. In a panic, he         the dead duck in the woodpile, only to see his sister Sally        be watching him. Sally had seen all this, but she said _  _ . After lunch that day Grandma said, “Sally, it’s your turn to wash the dishes.” But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.” And then she spoke _    to him, “Remember the duck？” So Johnny did the dishes. Later that day, Grandpa asked if        wanted to go fishing, but Grandma said, “I’m sorry but I need Sally to help me make supper.” But Sally just smiled and said, “Well, that’s all right because Johnny told me he was too       to help you. And she whispered again, “Remember the duck?” So Sally went fishing and Johnny        to help make supper. After several days of doing both his       and Sally’s, Johnny finally couldn’t      it any longer. He came to his Grandma and told her that he had killed the duck .Grandma smiled and gave him a big __   . “Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was watering the flowers at the window        I saw you shoot my duck with the slingshot, and I saw the whole thing. But because I love you, I     you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally    _ of you.”
In reality, no matter how      __ or how uncomfortable it is to admit our wrongdoing, we should always choose to      it and work it through instead of running away from it. Hard as it is, it        us and makes us who we are.

My father died in December. He had spent the last several years in hospital, and my mother spent a lot of her time        him. That is without doubt, a     situation for any family. And the       was a team of fairly frustrated family members.
My biggest frustration was trying to        why he didn’t make choices that would       him to be involved more fully in the lives of his grandchildren. Yet he     each and every one of them. Every morning he asked my mother which of his grandbabies was going to       that day. He had frequent visits from his collection of loving grandkids. Kids would have the place     up instantly—toys everywhere, cushions off the couches and the TV channel       to their station. Every visit was a kid invasion into his space. Interestingly, he was not at all bothered by the      or chaos at all. He was never       with them and he certainly never shouted at any child. Visits ended with       and kisses.
I felt that relationship wasn’t good enough because he didn’t actually do anything        my children. My dad didn’t read to the children, and certainly        played a board game or did a puzzle with them. He didn’t take them out for        or do any of the other things I saw active grandparents doing with their grandchildren. It made me sad that he was        to get on with the kids.
A couple of weeks after his death, my 9-year-old daughter turned up in my bedroom at midnight to share a
      of him done by herself. Included in the picture were several messages and        —one for each day since he had died. The most striking one to me was“I loved EVERYTHING about you, Grandpa”.
Apparently, I was       . All that time I thought he wasn’t doing anything with his grandchildren, but he was very actively doing the thing that was most        to them. He loved them. And it was all they needed.

As a single mother，I had to do two jobs，which kept me very busy.
Two months ago，I went to a ____ with Alice. Since I ____went out with her，she seemed very happy. Many parents were there with their children. I sat down on a bench(長凳)，____Alice playing with other children. About half an hour later，a man of about forty years old came and ____beside me. As I had to go back to work，I stood up and told Alice that we had to ____.
“Can I stay here a little longer？”Alice pleaded.
“No，we must go now，”I said，____ Alice just didn’t move.
“Just ten more minutes，”she pleaded(懇求) again，and I became ____.
“Go now，”I____，and Alice started to cry.__ __ that，the man sitting on the ____stood up and came to us.
“Why don’t you just let her____ten more minutes？”he asked. Then he told me a ____.He used to be very busy，too. Every time his little son wanted to go out and play，he told him he was ____.One day，his son went out and played ____，and he didn’t come back again—he was hit by a ____driver of a car. The father regretted what he had done to his son，but he never had the ____to play with him again. Hearing the story，I ____.I knelt down(跪下來)and said to Alice，“OK，ten more minutes，and Mom will play ____you.”
___is all about making priorities(優(yōu)先)．What are your priorities？Give someone you____ten more minutes of your time today.

Megan's Library of Love book drive began in 2006, in memory of a student who passed away. The       to send books to a school      was created by Megan's classmates at Cedar Grove-Belgium Middle School as a tribute（悼念）to her.
The project formed out of the desire     Megan, to help our community heal, and to make a      in the life of others. Students have many        of Megan, but the most vivid was her love for her family and the diligent      she gave to her classmates. They combined this with her      for learning and reading to create the Library of Love. This project honors Megan's special qualities. In the      of one of her classmates, Megan was, “A good daughter, a good student, a good friend.” We are all blessed to have been a      of Megan's life.
Every February, on Megan's birthday, fifth graders at Cedar Grove-Belgium Middle School      donations of newly purchased books and send them to a school in need. The “Love books” are truly a        of love meant to      reading and learning. Students earn the money for postage by writing letters to local      .The fifth graders also have the      of labeling every book with a Library of Love sticker（標(biāo)簽）,        the books into categories（類別）, and      all the books for shipping.
In the two years since the Library of Love      began, students have collected over 5000 newly purchased books to send to schools in need. In 2006, 3419 books were sent to St. Bernard's Parish to help      their school library after Hurricane Katrina destroyed the community. In 2007, 1613 books were sent to White Mountain School in Alaska, who      their high school in a fire. Students look forward to sending the gift of      to other schools

Jenna, a popular girl from Westwood Middle School, had graduated first in her class and was ready for new      in high school.
  , high school was different. In the first week, Jenna went to tryouts(選拔賽) for cheerleaders(拉拉隊(duì)隊(duì)員). She was competing against very talented girls, and she knew it would be      for her to be selected. Two hours later, the     read a list of the girls for a second tryout. Her heart      as the list ended without her name. Feeling      , she walked home carrying her schoolbag full of homework.
Arriving home, she started with math. She had always been a good math student, but now she was      . She moved on to English and history, and was      to find that she didn’t have any trouble with those subjects. Feeling better, she decided not to    math for the time being.
The next day Jenna went to see Mrs. Biden about being on the school    . Mrs. Biden wasn’t as     as Jenna. “I’m sorry, but we have enough    for the newspaper already. Come back next year and we’ll talk then.” Jenna smiled     and left. “Why is high school so    ?” she sighed.
Later in    class, Jenna devoted herself to figuring out the problems that had given her so much      . By the end of class, she understood how to get them right. As she gathered her books, Jenna decided she’d continue to try to     at her new school. She wasn’t sure if she’d succeed, but she knew she had to     . High school was just as her mom had said: “You will feel like a small fish in a big pond        a big fish in a small pond. The challenge is to become the     fish you can be.”