【推荐2】Jake is 9 years old. He lives in an orphanage (孤儿院) with nine other orphans. The orphanage has very little money, so the children have very little food to eat. But on Christmas Day, the children can get an orange. It is the best present of the festival for each child.

But Jake can’t have his Christmas orange this year, because he breaks a cup at breakfast on December 23rd. Jake is very sad. He cries (哭) in his bed all the night before Christmas Day.

Jake spends Christmas Day alone. Nobody is around him. The light is off. Jake climbs back to his bed, but he can’t sleep. After a while, someone touches Jake, puts something in his hand and then goes away.

Jake doesn’t know what’s in his hand. He climbs down the bed. By the moonlight, he sees an orange in his hand.   It has nine orange segments(橘瓣)!

【推荐3】I will never forget the tenth summer of childhood with my grandfather in western Norway at the mountain farm where my mother was born. As a boy, I always thought people simply bought whatever they need. Whether Grandfather know this, I don’t know. One day he said, ”Come, I have something for you.”

I followed him to a workroom. “You should have a toy boat. You can sail it at Storvassdal.” He said. Great, I thought,looking around for the boat. But there was none.

Grandfather pointed to a block of wood. “The boat is in there,” he said. Then he handed me some tools and showed me how to use them properly. “It’ll be a fine boat,and you’ll make it with your own hands,” he said,“No one can give you what you do for yourself.” The words rang in my head as I worked. Finished the boat. It wasn’t much to look at ,but I was pound. Then I sailed it at Storvassdal.

We had to return to America. “You cannot bring that boat home with you,” my mother said. We already had too much baggage. Feeling sad, I hid my boat under a big rock at Storvassdal.

I said good-bye to Grandfather, not knowing I would never see him again.

In 1964, I went to Storvassdal with my parents and my wife and children. To my surprise,for 34 years my treasure stayed here,waiting for my return. I felt we three were together again although my grandfather had died 22 years before.

I carved“1930”and“1964” on its side and put it back.

I returned to the lake in 1968,1971,1977 and 1988. Each time I had the boat and carved the year,my grandfather seemed near.

My last trip to Storvassdal was in 1991. I brought my granddaughters: Catherine,13; Claire,12. I hoped they would understand the importance of the little boat and its simple message. At Storvassdal, Claire said softly,“Grandpa,someday I’ll come back.” She added,“And I’ll bring my children.”

【推荐1】I'VE SAVED THE SUMMER

——Rod McKuen

I've saved the summer

And I give it all to you

To hold on winter mornings

When the snow is new.

I've saved some sunlight

If you should ever need

A place away from darkness

Where your mind can feed.

And for myself I've kept your smile

When you were nineteen,

Till you're older you'll not know

What brave young smiles can mean.

I know no answers

To help you on your way

The answers lie somewhere

At the bottom of the day.

But if you've a need for love

I'll give you all I own

It might help you down the road

Till you've found your own.

【推荐2】You are just like the sun, giving off the warm light.

I am just like a small tree, growing in your warmth.

You are just like the moon, giving off the charming（迷人的）light.

I am just like a lost sheep (羊) , lying in your warm arms.

When we met each other for the first time, I was crying, but you were smiling.

When I wake up (醒来) in the morning, you are all I see. When I think about you, you are always here.

I’m growing up, but you’re getting old.

I always wonder that: Why you’re everything I want. Why you’re everything I need.

But when I look at you I know: You are all to me. We are all to each other.

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【推荐3】“My dear lady,” says Holmes. “You’re shivering(颤抖). Are you cold? Do you want a cup of hot tea?”

“I’m not cold,” the woman replies, “I fear for my life!”

“We are here to help you. Don’t worry about anything. I don’t know you. For example, I know how you travel. You come to London by train. You also ride to the strain station on a horse-drawn wagon(马车).”

“Why, yes. You’re right. But how do you know these things?”

“I see a return ticket in your glove. I see fresh mud(泥) on the left arm of your dress. Now tell us your problem.”

“My name is Helen Stoner,” she says, “My mother and father are dead. I am living with my stepfather(继父), Dr Grimesby Roylott. He comes from a rich family. But they are no longer rich. They have nothing except a small piece of land and a big old house. We are living in the house. Dr Roylott is using my mother’s money for his life. Part of it was for my sister and me. It was for our marriages(婚姻).”

Holmes is sitting in his chair. His eyes are closed. He is listening carefully to Helen’s story. He hears every word.

Helen continues. “My stepfather has no friends. He fights with everyone. He is strong and gets angry quickly. Everyone is afraid of him.”

“He has no friends at all?” asks Holmes.

“No. He talks to no one except the Gypsies(吉普赛人). They are poor people who travel from place to place. A band(群) of Gypsies is staying on our land right now.”

“Are you and your sister afraid of the Gypsies?”

“My dear Mr. Holmes. You are making me so sad. My sister is dead. That is why I am standing here in this room.”