In a small Chinese town lived a poor young man named Ma Liang. He loved1. One night, an old man with a long beard visited Ma Liang in a2. He gave Ma Liang a paintbrush.
"Use this magic paintbrush to help the3, he said, "but don't use it to help people who are rich and greedy（贪婪的）, or the skill will leave you and you will never paint again. "
When Ma Liang4, he found the paintbrush lying on the table by his bed. He painted a butterfly and was5to see it fly off the page and out of the window. Ma Liang ran out of his little house and started painting things for people. He painted a buffalo（水牛）to help a farmer, food for hungry people and6for people who were cold.
7, a rich man heard about the paintbrush and asked Ma Liang to paint some gold for him, but Ma Liang8.
"If you don't paint for me, I'll cut your fingers9, "the rich man said. "Then you will never paint again. "
So Ma Liang painted an island of gold in the middle of a blue sea and a boat for the man. The man got in the boat and went on his way toward the island, laughing. When the rich man was halfway there, Ma Liang painted a10in the side of the boat. The boat sank into the water and nobody ever saw the man again.
Gorge lived with his sick mother in a poor village near forest. One day, he got up early and went to the1to pick up something to eat. After working hard for a long time, he looked around to find a cool place to have lunch. Suddenly some wild strawberries(草莓) caught his eye.
"How2 these will be with my bread and but Gorge thought. He at once began to3all the strawberries he could find. Then he4by the river, ready to enjoy them.
As he was lifting the first strawberry to his5, he thought of his mother. "Shall I save them for her?" He6how much they would make her happy.
“I will eat one half, and take the other half to her, "he thought. Then he divided (分) the strawberries in half, But he found each half looked to7, so he put them together again.
"I will only taste one. "Then he too the biggest one, but soon put it back. Finally he8covered them with leaves, deciding to keep them all for his mother.
When it was getting dark, George went home. How9he felt that he had all his strawberries for his sick mother! The nearer he came to his home, the less he wished to taste them. As soon as he arrived, he ran to his10and happily offered his wild strawberries. Tears in eyes, she put her hand on his head and said lovingly:" Thank you for keeping the strawberries for me. God will bless you, my child. "
Once upon a time, there lived a farmer in the countryside. He grew very good corn(玉米). Each year, he would take part in the local farmers'1and win first prize for his corn.
The story of the farmer 's success2 the ears of a reporter. He went to3the farmer. While he was learning about some growing skills from the farmer, he found that the farmer4his best seeds (种子)with his neighbours.
"How can you give your best 5seeds to your neighbours? They might go to the fair as well and win, " the reporter asked.
The farmer replied, " The wind picks up pollen(花粉) from the corn and moves it from field to field. Then cross pollination(交叉授粉) will does harm to my corm6my neighbours grow poor corn. 7ifl want to grow good corn, I must help my neighbours grow good corn, too. "The answer made the reporter have a8understanding of the connections in life.
It is the same with 9lives. Those who10to live in peace must help others around them to live in peace. Those who wish to be loved must learn to love others, too.
One year, a British expedition(探险队) got lost in the sandy ocean of the Sahara Desert. The sun was burning hot. Everyone1ran out of water. If they made a2decision, then they could all soon die.
At this time, the leader took out a3kettle and said, "I found a kettle of water in my bag. But before we4the desert, nobody is allowed to5it. "
The kettle of water became the6for everyone to cross the desert. It was passed on among the members of the team. It felt heavy.
Finally the expedition made it out of the desert and escape the hand of Death. With tears of 7, they opened the kettle with trembling(颤抖的) hands-but out poured8!
Was it a kettle of sand that really saved them in the desert? The answer is no. Their deep faith in the hope of survival(生存), like a9, had taken root and grown in their hearts. That is what led them out of the terrible situation in the end.
In fact, life has never been a real dead end for anyone. Whatever10 time you face, as long as there is a seed of faith in your heart, you will overcome it. Then someday your life will bloom(开花)and bear much fruit.
My name is Paul. I am an 8-year-old boy. One morning, I1to do something to get my name in the Guinness Book of World Records(吉尼斯记录).
To make my dream come true, 1 2what I could do. First I tied(系) my arm around my back and wanted to be "the person who swam the farthest with one. 3". But as soon as I got in the water, I went down.
Then, I put ten cookies in my mouth and tried to be the person who put the 4 cookies in his mouth. "However, when l put the eleventh cookie into my mouth, I felt awful.
5, I ran to the bathroom and filled up the tub(澡盆) with water. I decided to be" the person who took the world's longest bath". It was a perfect idea because I just needed to 6there. The first three hours was great. I drank cola and ate potato chips. Sitting in the water so long made me 7 like an old man. But I was8l could do this.
An hour later, my brother shouted outside the bathroom that the record for the longest bath in the world was almost a month! I got out9 and cried in bed.
My mum came, hugged me and said. "Maybe you will 10be in the Guinness Book of World Records. But that's OK. You are still special. "
Once upon a time, there was a huge tree with many branches in the middle of a dry land. The tree gave rest and 1to thousands of travelers, so it was an important meeting place for travelers.
One day, two travelers reached the tree after a long walk. It was a hot and sunny day, and they were very happy to 2under the tree. Completely tired, they 3under it. They slept and enjoyed the cool shade. After a while, one of the travelers got4. But he had no food. He looked up at the tree to see5there was any fruit. Finding none, he began to curse (诅咒)it. “This is just a 6tree and it has nothing to feed us, not even a fruit or nuts! It is of no use!”
The other traveler comforted(安慰) him and asked him to stay cool7, the hungry man went on cursing.
The tree could not 8the cursing words finally. He said in a sad but strong9, “You can't be so impolite to me. Just think of your condition when you got here in the hot and dry sun! I offered you a cool and comfortable place to rest and sleep. If I weren't here, you would have died now! I saved your life10such a hot day, but you cursed me!”
The traveler realized his mistake and said sorry to the tree.
On my first job, I worked as a sports editor for a small newspaper. I never got a letter from my readers, so I was 1that there was an envelope on my desk one morning. From the envelope, I could see it was from a most popular newspaper.
When I opened it, I found a 2 and it read, "You did a good job. Go on!"
The note was signed by Mr. John, a famous sports editor. As I was a green hand, his words made me 3. After that, I kept the note in my desk drawer. Whenever I doubted 4I had the ability to be a good editor, I would read John's note and become 5again.
Later, when I made friends with Mr. John, the note writer, I learned that he often wrote notes to 6young people. "When I make others feel happy," he told me, "I feel happy, too."
7, why are there few note writers like John in our life? In my opinion, many people are afraid that they cannot be well understood. Also, writing takes more time and it is 8to pick up the phone. The problem with phone calls is that they cannot last a long time, but a note is a good way of 9and our words can be read more than once.
So, when you find some people around you need 10, please write a note of encouragement to bring them more confidence. Maybe, you are not sure what will happen, but remember Mr. John's words--making others feel happy makes you happy, too.
A French boy went to London for his holiday. He thought, "I know a little English. I think people can 1 me. "One day, he went to a restaurant and 2 at the table. He wanted to 3 a cup of tea and some eggs. Soon the waiter came up to him, and asked, "Can I help you?" "A cup of tea and. "He could not remember how to say eggs 4 English.
He 5, but nobody was eating eggs. Then he saw a picture book on the table next to him. He was 6 after seeing a picture of a cock (公鸡) in the book. He 7 the picture to the waiter. "What's this in English?" he asked. "A cock," answered the waiter. "What do you call a cock's wife?" he asked again. "A hen. ""And what do you call a hen's 8?" "Chicks (小鸡)." "And what do you call chicks 9 they're born?" "Eggs".
"Very well, "said the French boy 10. "Bring me two eggs and a cup of tea, please. "And he sat down with a smile on his face.
I experienced a terrible earthquake in March, 2011. I 1 my dear father in the earthquake and my mother was ill for a long time. I lost my school and some of my classmates and teachers. I never forget that 2 time in my life.
In October, 2011, I 3 to a new school called Red Sun Middle School. At first I didn't want to study at all and only 4 my old classmates very much. Later, the head teacher had a long talk with my mother and he hoped I would study hard. The teachers were very 5 to me and my new classmates helped me a lot. Then I felt the warmth(温暖) in the new class. And I got good 6 in the final exams.
On the morning of May 7th, 2012, when I came into the 7, a big birthday cake on the teacher's desk came into my eyes 8 there were big four words "Happy birthday to you!" on the blackboard. Oh, it was my thirteenth birthday. My dear head teacher 9to me, saying, "Happy birthday to you, Jenny and be a happy girl." Then my classmates surrounded(围住) me with so many colorful flowers and gifts. I couldn't 10anything, and the eyes were full of moving tears. I had a great time that day. I was sure it was my happiest birthday in my life and I would never forget it.
I loved painting very much, but my parents didn't allow me to learn it. They thought I should1all my time on my studies. They always wanted me 2good grades at school. It gave me a lot of pressure and I didn't know how to talk to my parents about it. So I decided to do 3to show them that I could do both well. I studied4 at school and spent most of my free time painting. 5, my art teacher, Miss Green, offered to help me. She thought I was talented in painting and she taught me lots of painting 6. Miss Green helped me improve a lot in painting.
One day, Miss Green pushed me into entering a painting competition. In her7, I should prove myself to my parents. And I took her advice.
After a week, the results8. I got first place in the competition! 9 I took the prize home, my parents were surprised! I also told them I got all A's in the final exam. They were happy that I kept a balance between studies and hobbies.
Now10 between my parents and me become(s) better and we can communicate with each other better.
