On a freezing Afternoon, when I picked up a wallet in the street. There was no identification(身份证) inside. Just three dollars, and an old letter that looked as if it had been carried around for years. I opened the letter and saw that it had been written in 1924——almost 60 years ago. I read it carefully, hoping to find some clue to find the wallet's owner.
It was a "Dear John" letter. The writer, in a delicate script(娟秀的字迹), told her lover, whose name was Michael, that her mother did not allow her to see him again. It was signed Hannah and her phone number. So I called.
"No, of course! We bought this house from Hannah thirty years ago. Hannah had to live in the nursing home(养老院) many years ago. Maybe you can go there. "
Then I phoned the nursing home and was told, "Yes, Hannah is with us. Hannah was a sweet, silver-haired old-woman with a warm smile and friendly eyes. "
I went up to the third floor of the nursing home. I showed her the wallet and the letter. The moment she saw it, she took a deep breath. "Young man, " she said, "this letter was the last contact I had with Michael. " She then said deeply: "I loved him very much. But I was only sixteen and my mother felt I was too young. I never did marry, I guess no one ever matched up to Michael... "
I took the elevator(电梯) to the first floor. As I stood at the door, holding the letter to the guard. He looked at it closely and said, "Hey, I know, the letter is Mr. Goldstein's. He's always losing it. "
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked. "He's one of the old-timers on the eighth floor. That's Michael Goldstein's wallet, for sure. We went there where Michael Goldstein was reading a book. I told him I know where Hannah is. " He grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? When that letter came, my life ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "
"Michael, " I said. "Come with me. " We three took the elevator to the third floor. We walked toward the Hannah's room, still watching TV. Michael Goldstein went over to her. " Hannah, " he said softly. "Do you know me? Hannah, I'm Michael, Michael Goldstein. Do you remember?"
"Michael? Michael? It's you!" He walked slowly and they embraced(拥抱) tearfully. A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
One day, a small opening appeared on a cocoon(蚕茧); a man sat and watched for the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole. Then, it seemed to make no progress. It appeared as if it had never come out.
So the man decided to help the butterfly, he took a pair of scissors and opened the cocoon. The butterfly then came out and emerged easily. But it had a witheredand weak body, it just had tiny and shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would open, enlarge and expand, to be able to support the butterfly's body, and become firm and flew high in the sky. However，Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a withered body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and his goodwill did not understand was that the restricting cocoon hole and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening, were God's will of forcing fluid (液体)from the body of the butterfly into its wings, so that it would be ready for flight
Sometimes, struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were allowed to go through our life without any obstacles, it would destroy and ruin us. We would not be as strong as we could have been. We never been able to fly. That is why when I asked for strength. God gave me difficulties to make me strong. when I asked for Courage, God gave me obstacles to overcome.
The rain was raining hard. Many sicko(神经病)patients finally were unbearable, rushing into the rain and shouting: Come and take a shower now... come and take a bath now. .
Doctor Watt stood hopelessly with a weak smile on the face, He was starring at those mad men when suddenly he looked back over his shoulder and found a sicko called Johnson firmly standing by him,
Watt: why don't you go to take a shower. Johnson?
Johnson: No, I won't. I am not the same. They are really mad. they are a group of mental sickos
Watt: You are not the same as them, Johnson? Why do you say so?
Johnson: Yes. Because I am their leader. I am not like them at all.
Watt: Are you fine and healthy, Johnson?
Johnson: Yes. I am fine. Those are so foolish in the rain. They are truly hopeless
Watt: I am so glad that I have finally cured one patient in all my life. How happy I am!
Johnson was definitely calm and stood still, saying: I am waiting for boiling rain. Then I will take a bath and wash again.
When a leafy plant is under attack，it doesn't sit quietly. Back in 1983, two scientists, Jack Schultz and Ian Baldwin, reported that young maple trees getting bitten by insects send out a particular smell that neighboring plants can get. These chemicals come from the injured parts of the plant and seem to be an alarm. What the plants pump through the air is a mixture of chemicals known as volatile organic compounds, VOCs for short.
Scientists have found that all kinds of plants give out VOCs when being attacked. It's a plant's way of crying out. But is anyone listening? Apparently. Because we can watch the neighbors react.
Some plants pump out smelly chemicals to keep insects away. But others do double duty. They pump out perfumes designed to attract different insects who are natural enemies to the attackers. Once they arrive, the tables are turned. The attacker who was lunching now becomes lunch.
In study after study, it appears that these chemical conversations help the neighbors. The damage is usually more serious on the first plant, but the neighbors, relatively speaking, stay safer because they heard the alarm and knew what to do.
Does this mean that plants talk to each other? Scientists don't know. Maybe the first plant just made a cry of pain or was sending a message to its own branches, and so, in effect, was talking to itself. Perhaps the neighbors just happened to "overhear" the cry. So information was exchanged, but it wasn't a true, intentional back and forth.
Charles Darwin, over 150 years ago, imagined a world far busier, noisier and more intimate(亲密的) than the world we can see and hear. Our senses are weak. There's a whole lot going on.
The flying fox is not a fox at all. It is an extra large bat that has got a foxlike head and ears with large wings. Therefore, .
. they hang themselves by their toes when at rest, and travel in great crowds when out flying. As often, the group will live in one spot for years. Sometimes hundreds of them sleep in a single tree.
Flying foxes have babies once a year. . At first the mother has to carry the baby on her breast wherever she goes. Later she leaves it hanging up, and brings back food for it to eat.
. The baby falls down to the ground and call for help. Then the older ones flew down and try to pick it up. If they fail to do so, . Often hundreds of dead baby bats can be found lying on the ground at the foot of a tree.
A. The flying fox gives birth to only one at a time
B. Sometimes a baby bat is in danger
C. it is called a flying fox
D. They will be eaten by the man
E. Flying foxes live and go out all together
F. Flying foxes are stupid
G. the baby will die
One day, Howard Kelly, a poor boy who was trying to make his living by selling newspapers door to door1suddenly he found that he only had one dollar left on him. He was2hungry that he decided to beg for a meal at the next house. However, his face was3when a lovely young girl opened the door. Instead of a meal, he just asked for a drink of water. But the girl knew that he was4, so she brought him a large glass of5. He drank it quickly.
"6does it cost?" asked the boy
"No penny, " answered the girl, "Mother told me never to receive anything for a kindness. "
"Then I am very7to you. " Said the boy, leaving that house with many thanks, After a while, he turned back, he was surprised to see the girl still sanding there, smiling at him. 8he went, he would never forget her!
9later, the young woman became seriously ill and she was sent to the hospital where Dr. Howard Kelly works. At the first10of her, he recognized her at once. 11he wish to tell her that he was the boy she gave milk years ago! From that day12he was determined to do his best to save her life. Every minute13, the woman was quickly operated on.
After a long struggle, Dr. Kelly never gave up and in the end he made14in the operation. the woman recovered. Dr. Kelly asked to pass the final15to him for approval（批准）. When the bill arrived at her. She was afraid to open it because she knew it would take the rest of her life to pay it16. Finally to her17, She tearfully read these words... "Congratulations18you! No Money!19in full with a glass of milk!"20by Dr. Howard Kelly.
Traveling was my favorite. I(travel) to many places since I went to college, and my travel to Tibet impressed me(deep). I took the train there with my friends and enjoyed the scenery all the way. When the train (get) close to Tibet, I had a headache. Then I founddifficult to breathe and felt very tired. I knew that all my(symptom) were called altitude(海拔) sickness. And it took me a few hours to get used to it. Tibet, (know) as the "Roof of the World", has great many world-famous places of interest, including the model of Tibetan architecture, Potala Palace and Mount Everest. So when I felt a little(well), I couldn't wait to head towards them. I was surprised(find) that the top of Mount Everest was covered with snow even in July. the sun coming out, it became pure and beautiful.
Three years ago, I failed an important exam in my life and became a student in a ordinary school. Disappointing as I felt, but the teachers were patient and considerate. Beside, I enjoyed tell funny stories in class. I decided try my best. I worked hard and whenever I had difficulty in do the homework, they were always availably. Soon, I became one of the top student in my class, I greatly increased my confidence and get encouraged.
