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John and Bobby joined a wholesale(批發(fā))company together just after graduation from college the same year. ___1____ worked very hard. After several years, however, the boss promoted Bobby to the ____2___ of manager but John remained a(n) ____3___  employee. John could not take it any more, so he ___4____  his resignation(辭職信）and complained the boss did not know how to____5___  hard-working staff.
The boss knew John worked very hard for the years. He thought for a moment and said, “ I have a ____6___  .1 hope you can do one more thing for our company before you leave. Perhaps you will change your ____7___  ."John didn't ___8___  . The boss asked him to go and find out anyone ___9___  watermelons in the market. John went and returned soon. The boss asked _____10__  it cost per kilogram. John shook his head and went back to the market to ask and returned to __11_____  to the boss that the melon was $1.2 per kg.
The boss told John to wait a second, and he asked Bobby to do the same thing. Bobby went, returned and said, "Boss, only one person sells watermelons, $1.2 per kg, $10 for 10kg. He has 340 melons ____12___.  Every melon weighs about 2 kg, bought from the South two days ago. They are fresh and red, of good quality." John was very __13_____ and realized the___14____  between himself and Bobby. He decided not to resign _____15__  to learn from Bobby.
My dear friends, a more successful person is more observant, thinks___16____  and explores in depth. ___17____  exist in the daily details. For the same matter, a more successful person sees more and farther so that he can find out a chance and catch it to___18___  his aim. If a person sees one year ahead, __19____  another sees only tomorrow, the difference between a year and a day is 365 times, then how ___20____  you win?

A group of graduates got together to visit their old university professor.
The conversation soon turned into complaints about   1  in work and life. Offering his   2  coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and   3  with a large pot of coffee and a   4  of cups — porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain-looking, some expensive, some beautiful — telling them to   5  themselves to the coffee.
When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said, “If you have   6 , all the nice-looking expensive cups have been   7 , leaving behind the plain and   8  ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves,  that is the   9  of your problems and stress.”
“Be assured that the cup   10  adds no quality to the coffee.   11  it is just more expensive and in some cases   12  hides what we drink.”
“  13  all of you really want is coffee, not the cup,   14  you consciously went for the best cups… And then you began   15  each other’s cups.”
“Now consider this:   16  is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups.   17  are just tools to hold and contain life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the   18  of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we   19  to enjoy the coffee. Value the coffee, not the cups! Don't let the cups   20  you… enjoy the coffee instead.”

I met Jane Black in university, and soon we became friends．The first time I went to her home I found her family quite different from my own．
In my family, it was always important to place   1 when anything bad happened．
"Who did this? "my mother would scream about a dirty kitchen．
" This is all your  2 , Katharine, " my father would insist when the cat got out or the dishwasher  3 .
From the time we were little, my sister, brothers and I told on each other．We set a place for blame at the dinner table．
4 ,the Whites didn't worry about who had done what．They picked up the pieces and 5 with their lives．The beauty of this was driven home to me the summer Jane died．
In July, the White sisters and I decided to take a car  6 from their home in Florida to New York．The two older sisters, Sarah and Jane, were college students, and the youngest, Amy, had recently  7 sixteen．Proud of having a new driver' s license, Amy was excited about practicing her driving on the trip．She  8 her license to everyone she met．
The big sisters  9 the driving of Sarah' s new car during the first part of the trip, but when they reached _10_ crowded areas, they let Amy  11 ．Somewhere in South Carolina, we pulled off the highway to eat．After lunch, Amy got behind the wheel．She came to a crossroads with a stop sign．Whether she was nervous or just didn't see the sign no one would  12 know, but Amy continued into the crossroads without stopping．The driver of a large truck, unable to stop in time, ran into our car．
Jane was killed immediately．I was only  13 injured．The most difficult thing that I’ve ever done was to call the Whites to tell them about the accident and that Jane had died．Painful __14_ it was for me to lose a good friend, I knew that it was far worse for them to lose a child．
When Mr．a(chǎn)nd Mrs．White arrived at the hospital, they found their two daughters sharing a room．Sarah had a few cuts on the head and Amy' s leg was broken．They hugged us all and cried tears of   15 and of joy at seeing their daughters．They  16 away the girls' tears and made a few jokes at Amy as she learned to use her crutches （拐仗）.
To both of their daughters, and especially to Amy, over and over they simply said, "We' re so glad that you' re alive．"
I was  17 ．No blame．No accusations．
Later, I asked the Whites why they never talked about the fact that Amy was driving and had run a stop sign．
Mrs. White said, "Jane' s gone, and we miss her  18 ．Nothing we say or do will ever bring her back．But Amy has her whole life ahead of her．How can she _19____ a full and happy life if she feels we blame her for her sister' s death?"
They were right．Amy graduated from the University of California and got married several years ago．She works   20  a teacher of learning-disabled students．She' s also a mother of two little girls of her own, the oldest named Jane．

It was an afternoon in the winter. Some friends and I were talking at a restaurant. We talked and talked and soon swimming became the ___1____. Suddenly I hit upon an idea. “Wouldn’t it be ___2___ if we went swimming? Others went swimming in winter, and __3___ couldn’t we? Besides, we could be ___4__ if we did. ” I told them about this and they all said it was a good idea indeed.
Early in the morning, three days __5____, we four were standing at the bus stop, with bags in our hands, ___6___ for a bus to take us to the __7___. The sky was clear, the sun was shining, but all the same, it was very cold, __8___ our heavy overcoats were not enough to keep us ___9__. We all felt that we should go back, but no one wanted to __10___.
We soon reached the sands. There was nobody there, but we were not to be discouraged. __11___ we were proud that we were the __12___ ones that dared to challenge the weather. Besides, the sun could keep us warm. So we __13__ ourselves quickly.
But things were not going to be so nice as we thought. The sea wind was blowing, we felt __14___ cold and we shook from head to feet. At last we decided to ____15__ the sea water. We put our feet in first, only to take them back___16___. The water was unbelievably cold. ___17___ I suggested that we should all jump in at the same time. We all went back ten steps. I gave the order and we all rushed forward. We jumped. That feeling I had when I was in the water I shall never ___18___. I was up and rushed again to the seaside. So __19___ my friends. We put on our clothes as quickly as possible and went home.
We four did not go to school the next three days, for we all __20__ a bad cold. We missed the lessons, but we had this unforgettable experience.

A man found the cocoon (繭) of a moth (蛾). He took it home so that he could    1  the moth come out of the cocoon. On that day a small   2  appeared. He sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to   3  the body through that little hole. Soon it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had    4  as far as it could and it could go no further. It just seemed to be stuck. So the man, out of his kindness, decided to help the moth. He took a pair of scissors and cut off the  5___  bit of the cocoon. The   6  then came out easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriven (無用的) wings. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and   7  to be able to support the    8  , which would get smaller in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life   9  around with a swollen body and shriven wings. It was   10  able to fly.
What the man in his kindness   11  was that the small cocoon and the  12__of the moth to get through the   13  opening was a way to push fluid (液體)   14  the body of moth   15   its wings so that it would be ready to fly   16  it got out of the cocoon. Freedom and    17  would come only after the struggle. By taking the struggle away, he also took away the moth’s health.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If we were to   18  our lives without any difficulties, we would become disabled. We would not be as    19  as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance. Leave no room for   20   .

There was a man who had a little boy that he loved very much．Every day after work the man would come home and 36  with the little boy．He would always  37 all of his extra time with the little boy．
One night, while the man was at work, he  38 that he had extra work to do for the evening, and that he wouldn't be able to play with his little boy．39 he wanted to be able to give the boy something to keep him  40．So, looking around his office, he saw a magazine with a large  41 of the world on the cover．He got a（n） 42 ．He removed the map, and then patiently tore it up into small pieces．Then he put all the 43 in his coat pocket．
When he got home, the little boy came 44 to him and was ready to play. The man 45 that he had extra work to do and couldn't play just now．He 46 the little boy into the dining room, and 47 all the pieces of the map．He spread them on the table．He explained that it was a map of the world, and that by the time he could 48 together, his extra work would be 49_, and they could both play．Surely this would keep the child busy for hours, he thought．
About half an hour later the boy came to the man and said, "Okay, it's finished. Can we play now?" The man was50, saying, "That's impossible．Let's have a look" And 51 enough, there was the picture of the world, all put together every piece in its 52 ．The man said, “That’s amazing! How did you do that?” The boy said, “It's 53．On the 54 of the page is a（n）55 of a man．When I put the man together the whole world fell into place.”

I can honestly say it was the best of times and the worst of times. I was joyfully expecting my first child at the same time that my mother was   1  her battle with a brain tumor(瘤). For ten years, my fiercely independent and   2  mother had fought, but none of the treatments had been successful.   3 , she never lost her ability to smile. But now, finally, she became totally   4 —unable to speak, walk, eat or dress on her own.
As she grew closer and closer to death, my  5  grew closer and closer to life inside me. My biggest   6  was that their lives would never connect. I was sad not only at the   7  loss of my mother, but that she and my baby would never know each other. Her doctor did not   8  any hope; they told us her time was up.
We brought Mother   9  to her own bed in her own house. As   10  as I could, I sat beside her and talked to her about the baby moving inside me.
On February 3, 1989, at about the same time my labor(分娩)   11 , Mother opened her eyes. When they told me this at the   12 , I called her home, “Mom, listen. The baby is coming! You’re going to have a new grandchild!”
“Yes! Yes! I know!”
Four beautiful words! The first  13  words she’d spoken in months!
When I   14  again an hour later, the nurse at her house told the  15 message: Mom sat up, smiling, with her oxygen tubes removed. When I brought Jacob home. Mom was sitting in her chair and 15  to welcome him. Tears of joy blocked my vision(視野) as I  17 my son in her arms and she clucked (發(fā)出咯咯聲) at him. They   18  .
Then she quietly clipped back into a coma (昏迷) and   19  peacefully. Memories of my son’s birth will always be bittersweet(甜中帶苦的) for me, but it was then that I learned love has the   20   to overcome any worries and any sorrow. And love can last forever.

When I was a boy, every holiday that I had seemed wonderful. My  ( 1 )  took me by train or by car to a hotel by the (  2 ) . All day, I seem to remember, I  ( 3)   on the sands with strange   (4 )  children. We made houses and gardens, and  ( 5)   the tide destroy them. When the tide went out, we  (6)   over the rocks and looked down at the fish in the rock-pools.
In those days the  ( 7 )  seemed to shine always brightly （ 8 ）  the water was always warm. Sometimes we left beach and walked in the country,（ 9 ）  ruined houses and dark woods and climbing trees. There were （ 10 ）  in one’s pockets or good places where one could （ 11 ）  ice creams. Each day seemed a lifetime.
Although I am now thirty-five years old, my idea of a good （  12 ） is much the same as it was. I （ 13 ）  like the sun and warm sand and the sound of （ 14 ）  beating the rocks. I no longer wish to （ 15 ）  any sand house or sand garden, and I dislike sweets. （ 16 ） , I love the sea and often feel sand running through my fingers.
Sometimes I （  17 ） what my ideal (理想的) holiday will be like when I am （ 18 ） . All I want to do then, perhaps, will be to lie in bed, reading books about （ 19 ）  who make houses and gardens with sands, who watch the incoming tide, who make themselves （ 20 ）  on too many ices…

Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for art collecting. Together, they traveled around the world, adding only the   36  art treasures to their collection.
One year, as winter approached,   37  engulfed (吞沒) the nation, and the young man left to  38  his country. After only a few short weeks, his father received a telegram. His beloved son was   39  in action. The art collector   40  awaited more news,  41  he would never see his son again. Within days, his fears were   42  . The young man had died while rushing a fellow soldier to a doctor.
Upset and   43  , the old man faced the coming Christmas holidays with sadness. On Christmas morning, a knock on the door awakened the   44  old man. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a   45  with a large package in his hands.
He introduced himself to the old man by saying,“ I was a   46  of your son. I was the one he was 47  when he died. May I come in for a few moments? I have something to show you.”
As the two began to   48  , the soldier told of how the man's son had told everyone of his, not to mention his father's   49  of fine art. “I am no   50  ,” said the soldier, “but I want to give you this.”
As the old man unwrapped the package, he saw a portrait his son. Though the world would   51 consider it the work of a genius, the painting featured the young man's face   52  striking detail.
Overcome with emotion, the man   53  the soldier. After the soldier had left, the old man put the painting above the fireplace, pushing   54  thousands of dollars worth of art. His task completed, the old man sat in his chair and spent Christmas gazing at the   55  he had been given.

One day a few years ago we had a guest of the uninvited variety. In fact, this uninvited guest was a bird--- a(n) __1__, to be more precise(精確地).
“What’s that?” I asked when I first heard the thump(重?fù)袈?. “It sounds like Joe is outside playing basketball,” my wife, Anita, said. She paused and __2__ more devotedly. “It’s coming from the __3__.” she said. “Maybe it’s one of the little __4__”.
We rushed out the door. Jonathan, our youngest, was easy to make __5__. “If he’s making holes in the wall again…” I said as I searched there. No children at all. But there was that __6_ again, coming from right up there.
And that’s when I __7__ the sparrow. It was flying __8__ just inches below the ceiling. It was clearly trying to __9__, but couldn’t see that the way out wasn’t up, but down and out through the open _10__. So the bird continued beating its wings and hitting its head against the __11__.
“Poor thing,” Anita said. “It must be __12__.”
“Well, maybe it’s because of me,” I said as I moved toward it. I tried to show the bird how to glide (滑翔) down a few feet so it could get outside, __13__ that only seemed to frighten it more.
“Why don’t we just __14__?” Anita suggested. “I’m sure he’ll __15__ eventually.”
So we went back into the house, where we continued to hear the ongoing struggle. Then suddenly, it was __16__. We looked into the garage, and our uninvited guest was __17__.
“See?” Anita said. “I told you he would make it.”
“Yeah,” I said. “But how many knocks on the head did it __18__ him?”
I’ve thought about that little sparrow through the years. Just like that sparrow, we often meet situations we don’t know how to __19__. Born to go upward, we don’t __20__ consider the possibility that something good might happen if we stop flapping(拍打) around and just glide down a little bit.