One day, Miss Ellis gave her pupils a new kind of homework: homework on happiness. Her pupils would be “happiness 1 ”, and were to see what would happen when they tried to bring happiness to those around them. As part of their homework, all the students did really 2 , wonderful things, but what Carla Chalmers did left everyone 3 . Several days after the homework had been handed out, Carla turned up carrying a big bag.
“Here in this bag I have all the happiness I’ve collected so far,” she said 4 . On seeing this, everyone was filled with 5 , but Carla didn’t want to show anyone what was in the bag. Instead, she pulled out a small box and gave it to her teacher. When Miss Ellis had taken the box, Carla took a(n) 6 camera out of her own pocket and stood with it at the ready.
“Open it, Miss Ellis.”
The teacher slowly opened the box and looked inside. A big smile 7 on her face, and at that moment Carla took a photo, Carla’s photo came out of the camera immediately, and she 8
it to Miss Ellis along with a sheet of paper. The teacher read the paper in silence, and when she, had finished, she gestured at the 9 .
“Oh, so it’s…”
“Yes!” 10 Carla, opening the bag. “It’s a great big pile of smiles!”
She opened the bag and photos of different 11 fell out.
The rest of the class tried to 12 how Carla had managed to create such a great big chain of happiness. All there in the box was a photo of a big smile. But everyone who had seen it felt happiness being transmitted（传送）to them, and in return, without 13 , every person 14 with a smile of their own.
She managed to 15 understanding of the smile truth that every time you smile you are sending a gift to the world.
A．explorers B．instructors C．players D．collectors
A．regretful B．delightful C．stressful D．thankful
A．surprised B．satisfied C．annoyed D．depressed
A．disappointedly B．sadly C．amazedly D．smilingly
A．astonishment B．kindness C．expectation D．pride
A．expensive B．old–fashioned C．instant D．good-looking
A．disappeared B．froze C．faded D．shone
A．offered B．sold C．packed D．paid
A．box B．bag C．camera D．pocket
A．added B．questioned C．replied D．interrupted
A．smiles B．teachers C．ceremonies D．friends
A．try out B．focus on C．decide on D．figure out
A．imagination B．expression C．hesitation D．reason
A．responded B．refused C．demanded D．proved
A．hide B．correct C．appreciate D．spread
I lived in an orphanage(孤儿院）when I was 8. A gentleman came and taught us how to do woodworking projects.
I remember my first project ---a small table. I was so of it that I looked upon it as if I had created a(n) . It had taken me six weeks to it. I could hardly wait to give it to Mother Winters as a . She was the head mistress of our orphanage, who was always with us.
As the tables were not dry, the man told us to wait a few days. But I was just so and happy that I couldn’t wait. I dashed out like a carrying my table.
When I was it in the dormitory, Mother Winters entered. She walked over to the table. Running her hand it, she noticed that it was still wet.
“Were you to bring this home?” she asked.
“No, ma’ma,”I with my head down.
She ordered me to throw the table out and so I did. After she left, I opened the door to get it back. There was stuck all over. I brushed and cried.
I hid the table in my closet and never it. After cleaning up, I gave the table to Mother Henderson, my houseparent(宿管员), thinking that she would it away.
Thirty years later at a reunion, I that Mother Henderson was living nearby, so I drove up to see her. As I was about to leave, she asked me to come down to her to get something. I followed her into a dark corner. She picked something up. she turned around, I could see that she was holding a little table.
Mother Henderson still kept the little table!
Today, I look at that table with bitter-sweet memories but full of to Mother Henderson, who kept it for an orphan who tried very hard to himself.
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They call themselves “The Soul Knights(骑士)” and come from different universities in Guangdong Province.
During their summer vacation, the team, consisting of five male and two female students, more than 3,000 kilometers from Guangzhou to Beijing. It took them days to complete the journey.
The Soul Knights have a noble , which is to advocate civilized travel by taking photos of graffiti(涂鸦) by tourists.
“When we heard that a Chinese tourist wrote his name on an Egyptian temple, it made think a lot. We wanted to use photos to everyone how important it is to protect historic relics,” says Zhang Zhihao, 22, the team’s captain.
On their trip, the team had a clear of duty. Some provided medical care, some were fund, and others updated the team’s micro blog.
Cycling is a great way of enjoying the landscape, but it’s . On the way they passed through many cities heat waves with temperatures well above 40 degrees.
They rode about 20 kilometers per hour. They got up at 6 am, departed at 7:30 and at noon to cool down. Sometimes they borrowed sheets of cardboards from restaurants and slept trees.
After cycling for one month, the team arrived in Beijing, their destination. it wasn’t the end of their journey yet. The team a small exhibition on the Great Wall of China, one of the country’s most visited attractions, to show everyone the they had taken of graffiti in various places.
To their , many visitors showed their support for the young team’s project by their names on the banner(横幅)they had prepared.
“We do this adventure, for sending a message to the public about protecting our country’s cultural heritage(遗产) is a very rewarding ,” said the team’s captain.
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A wise gentleman retired and bought a modest home near junior high school. He the first few weeks of his retirement peace and satisfaction. Then a new school year began. The very next afternoon three young boys, full of youthful, after-school enthusiasm, came down his ，beating happily on every trash can they ．The noise continued day after day, finally the wise old man decided it was time to take some .
The next afternoon, he walked out to the young boys as they banged their way down the street. them, he said, " kids are a lot of fun. I like to see you your happiness like that. I used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I'll give you each a dollar if you'll promise to come around every day and do your thing，
The kids were and continued to do their job on the trash cans. After a few days, the old man greeted the kids again, this time he had a sad smile on his face. "I lost a lot of money in the stock market," he told them. " , I'll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans." The troublemakers were displeased, but they did accept his offer and continued the afternoon .
A few days later, the old man approached them again as they went their way down the street. "Look," he said, "I haven’t received my Social Security check yet,
I'm not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents. Will that be okay?"
"A quarter?” the leader exclaimed．"If you think we are going to our time beating these cans around a quarter, you are crazy！No way，mister. We quit！"And the old man enjoyed for the rest of his days.
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There was a rich man who wanted to choose a husband for his only child from a great number of pursuers. The man all the pursuers to a river and pointed to the crocodiles there, saying, “Anyone who can swim across the river safely will marry my .” The pursuers looked at each other and no one take action. At that moment, a man plunged into the river and swam _ surprising speed to the other side. All the people there him with a great sense of admiration for his courage. , the man, after landing on the bank, shouted , “who pushed me into the river just now?”
Maybe the man, thinking about the whole and the happy consequences of his act, will eventually be to the one who pushed him into the river. In life it is fairly for disadvantages to turn into advantages and misfortunes into fortunes! But many of us are to realize the true of our “rivals” to success. Generally speaking, many people would see the one who “pushes him into the river” as an opponent. However, the one who “pushes him into the river” gives you a feeling of urgency and stimulates (激励) your ambition and to strive for success! You try your best to your difficulties and progress to the next stage in life!
If a man does not have rivals, he be satisfied with the present and will not strive to improve his . He would in the face of difficulties and sink into laziness. Therefore, your rivals are not your opponents. Instead, they are good ！In our lives, we need some rivals to “pushes him into the river,” leading us to strive ahead in difficulties and competitions. Thanks to our rivals, we can show our to its best. Thanks to our rivals, we are able to make continuous progress while competing with them!
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That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was, walking home at one in the morning after a tiring at the theatre. With opening night only a week away, I was learning my lines. I was having trouble my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously giving up both acting and San Francisco. ___had become too much for me.
As I walked down streets under tall buildings, I felt very and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers. Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.
About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned , half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. I saw was a shining streetlight. , the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run fast. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.
I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to I’d heard the noise. I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.
Just as I was about the search, I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice from the inside. “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an look in his eyes. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked, a small square shape.
It was nearly 3 a. m. by the time I got into bed. I get much sleep that night, but I had gotten my wallet back. I had gotten back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn’t be a bad place people were willing to help each other.
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