I had just poured my second cup of tea that morning and sat down to read the paper. From somewhere, an inner voice said, “Go see Jeff and bring him the chair to repair. Go right now.”
It was such a strong need that I hurriedly dressed and carried a dining-room chair to his door. Jeff was a neighbor who had lost his wife a while back, and he sometimes did minor repairs for me because he enjoyed working with his hands.
I knocked on his door and waited a while. I was about to walk away when he answered. He looked like he was far away in his thoughts. I felt awkward about upsetting him so early. I greeted him and then asked if he could repair my chair. He invited me inside. We sat in his living room. He looked very sad and not his usual self. He said he had had a stroke recently, and while he was home now, he still needed to attend physical treatment. He had to build his strength back up. I apologized for the chair and told him I would just bring it back home. He said to leave it.
We talked for a while. He said that, before I arrived, he was seriously sad. So, my visit stopped his darkness. I listened to how hard it had been since his wife passed and how much worse it was now since the stroke. The longer we talked, the more I saw his mood (情绪)lighten.
After I left his home, I went to the supermarket and gathered ingredients (材料). I made him a hot meal I thought he would like. Carefully, I cut up vegetables and prepared stew (炖菜)for him. I believe it was the best stew I ever made. I made homemade biscuits and prepared fresh fruit for dessert. I realize there might have been healthier food, but I thought a hot meal would lift his spirits. I dropped it off for him. He was glad that someone cared. Emotionally, he seemed in a better place.
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About a week later, he knocked on my door.
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You can always believe patience and perseverance (毅力) are always rewarded whatever you do. This was a lesson Eli learned. Eli is my seven-year-old grandson. I always teach him things I think he should know, and he tries to teach me to play some of the games that I have for him on my iPad. He is very patient and persistent, but so far no success with that. It’s all just foreign to me.
The other day, Eli and his dad came for a visit. I could tell something was bothering him and asked him what was wrong. At first, he just shrugged and said nothing was wrong. But his body language told me a different story.
I asked again—pushing a little. Eli said that he was having a problem. He was trying to learn how to blow bubble-gum bubbles (口香糖泡泡). It seemed like all of his friends could blow bubble-gum bubbles, but he just couldn’t do it. I tried to explain how to do it, but aside from making funny faces and sticking out my tongue, nothing got accomplished. He tried to do what I said. His cheeks puffed out (鼓起). His face got red. He made funny noises. But no bubbles.
Then I had an idea. I asked Eli if he had another piece of gum—and not the ABC kind. He did. He gave it to me. Now, I hadn’t chewed a piece of bubble gum for years. Wow, it’s sweet. And one piece is huge. It filled my entire mouth. I don’t remember a piece of bubble gum being that big. I chewed and chewed and chewed. Finally, that piece of gum became more manageable.
I worked that piece of gum around in my mouth and wrapped it around my tongue, and then I slowly blew a bubble. Nice! I guess it’s like riding a bicycle. Even though I hadn’t tried blowing bubbles with bubble gum for years, I completely remembered how to do it at the first attempt.
After the bubble burst, I began to show Eli how to blow bubbles, but still nothing worked.
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Just when we were both about to give up, he got that knowing kind of look on his face.
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“I blew a bubble.” Eli shouted excitedly.
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When I was a child, I lived in a house with a beautiful garden full of different flowers, and roses were the most beautiful of them. There was nothing I enjoyed more than sitting in the garden with my mother, reading stories to me. When I was in primary school and old enough to read, I enjoyed reading stories aloud to her.
I will never forget one day when I had been picked to be the princess in the school play. For weeks my mother had practised my lines so hard with me. But however easily I acted at home, as soon as I stepped, every word disappeared from my head. Finally, my teacher took me aside. She explained that she had written a narrator’s (叙述者) part to the play, and asked me to change my role. Her word, kindly expressed, still hurt, especially when I saw my part go to another girl.
I didn’t tell my mother what had happened that day. But she sensed my pain. Instead of suggesting we practice my lines, she asked if I wanted to take a walk in the garden.
It was May and roses were blossoming and, under the trees, we could also see yellow dandelions (蒲公英) in the grass, as if a painter had painted our garden with red, yellow and green. I watched my mother casually bend down by one dandelion.
“I think I’m going to dig up all these weeds,” she said, pulling it up by its roots. “From now on, we’ll have only roses in this garden.”
“But I like dandelions,” I protested. “All flowers are beautiful — even dandelions.”
My mother looked at me seriously. “Yes, every flower is beautiful in its own way, isn’t it?” she asked thoughtfully. I nodded, pleased that I had won her over.
“And that is true of people too,” she added. “Not everyone can be a princess, but there is no shame in that.”
Realizing that she had guessed my pain, I started crying as I told her what had happened. She listened and smiled reassuringly.
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“But you can make a good narrator,” she said with encouragement in her eyes.
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After successful performance in the play, I took home the dandelion carefully.
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Music is playing an important part in our study and daily life.
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In a word, music should make life better and help people become happier.
A quite funny thing happened to me last Friday. It was a fine day and I went to London to do some shopping. I had planned to get some Christmas presents. I also needed to find some books for my course at college as I am a student of Oxford.
That morning I caught an early train to London, so by early afternoon I could buy something that I wanted. Anyway, I’m not very fond of London, all the noise and traffic, and I made some arrangements for that evening. I took a taxi to Waterloo station. I couldn’t really afford a taxi, but I wanted to catch the 3:30 p.m. train. Unfortunately, the taxi got stuck in a traffic jam, and by the time I got to the Waterloo station the train had just gone. Disappointedly, I had to wait an hour for the next one. While I was waiting, I bought myself an evening newspaper, The Standard, and wandered over to the station buffet (自助餐). At that time of the day it was nearly empty, and I bought a coffee and a packet of biscuits (饼干) — chocolate biscuits. I’m very fond of chocolate biscuits. I found that there were plenty of empty tables and I sat by one near the window, where I could cozily enjoy my beverage and biscuits. Then, I began doing the crossword. I always enjoy doing crossword puzzles (填字游戏).
After a couple of minutes a man sat down just opposite me. It seemed that there was nothing special about him, except that he was very tall. In fact, judging from his clean dark suit and a fine briefcase, he looked pretty like a typical city businessman. I didn’t say anything and I carried on with my crossword.
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Suddenly he reached across the table, opened my packet of biscuits, took one, and put it into his mouth.
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After I took the last biscuit and glanced at the man, he was staring at me angrily.
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Mom sat down at the kitchen table and looked at the awards dinner invitation as though she had received bad news from far away. “ Baby,it might be a mistake. Sometimes they accidentally send these things out to the wrong people.” She spoke slowly and with sympathy in her voice. I was only in the first grade; I didn’t understand the big deal and didn’t really care about a mistake.
I was embarrassed by the process of learning. On the first day of school my mom talked to my teacher for a long time while l sat at one of the little tables and met people who would be my friends for years, including Katie. I was so absorbed in my friend-making that I did not care what my mom was saying to my new teacher, and I certainly could not have known that she was expressing her concern about me possibly having a learning disability.
My academic progress was never a topic of conversation. I did not know anything about grades or scholarly competition. I didn’t care. I just liked my beautiful teachers. I loved my friends. I enjoyed doing all the worksheets and activities. My grades did not mean anything to me.
At the awards dinner, we sat by my best friend Katie and her family. She and I talked and laughed all through the meal. But Mom looked like she was still expecting bad news. She reached across the table and held my hand right before the principal started handing out awards. “Remember, sweetie, we’re just here to enjoy the dinner.”
The awards were given out by subject. Within each subject, the grade winners were announced and received a certificate, Math. No Rebecca, Science. No Rebecca. Reading. Katie got that one. She smiled broadly. I caught my mom’s face. She was near tears. She looked at me as if I were hurt. But I was fine. She was the one who was hurt, watching all the other children get awards while her own was passed over again and again.
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All the subject awards were given out, and my name was not called.
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A few seconds later, “Okay, the overall achievement medal for the first grade — Rebecca Youngblood.”
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Ferguson Jones was planning to be a famous inventor. He was not famous yet, being only in the fourth grade, but he was on his way. Ferguson had just completed his first invention.
“Mom,” he said, “my invention is ready to be viewed. You can see it, too, Willard,” he said to his brother, who was busy trying to fix the kitchen clock. “Step right into my room.”
On a table in Ferguson’s bedroom was a device made of wooden sticks, cardboard tubes, and rubber bands. A red balloon was tied to the top.
Ferguson held up a hand. “Just watch,” he said. He unfastened one of the rubber bands, which caused a ball to roll downward. The ball fell onto a device and caused a pin to stick into the balloon that popped with a loud noise.
Ferguson’s mother laughed. “Very clever!” she said.
“But not very useful,” said Willard. With these words, he went back to the kitchen to continue his useful job of repairing the clock. He had the larger clock parts spread out on the table and the smaller parts lined up neatly on the sill of the open window.
Ferguson was sorry that his brother didn’t appreciate his invention. But he wasn’t discouraged. He got right to work on Invention Number Two. When it was finished, he called in his mother and brother again.
Invention Number Two was a network of strings that ran all the way across Ferguson’s room.
“Watch this,” Ferguson said, sitting down on his bed. He started his device, which caused all the other strings to move in a complicated way. Eventually, one of Ferguson’s tennis shoes rose into the air and traveled toward his bed.
His mother chuckled. “That’s innovative!” she said.
“Maybe so,” said Willard. “But why not invent something useful?” He turned around and went back to the kitchen.
Ferguson tried to think of a useful invention. But he soon realized that what he liked best about inventing things was the invention itself not what it was able to do.
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Just then Willard accidentally brushed a small part of the clock off the window.
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Half an hour later, Invention Number Three was finished, which combined some of the finest features of Inventions One and Two.
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