—Of course. After hearing the good news, the whole school shouted with joy.

    On a cold December morning, my mother and I were walking home from pizza store. We were 1 warmly and equipped with the video we had been trying to watch. I was feeling a little tired 2 I was carrying our shopping bags of snacks and the video.

    They were so3 that I decided to throw away some of them. So I started to walk towards the dustbin when I noticed a poor man stepping out of the restaurant in front of us. He held a paper bag with his dirty hand. He 4over to another nearby dustbin and started looking5 it.

    I suddenly felt very upset. I know this man would take all he could get, so I walked up to him and6 the drink and some snacks to him. The man, with lines on his face and wrinkles(皱纹) on his forehead, looked up in 7 and took what I gave him.

    A huge smile spread across his face and this made 8 feel indescribable satisfaction(满意). I felt like I couldn't be happier with myself, but then he said, "Wow, first someone gives me this sandwich, then this drink, and now some tasty food, this is my daughter's 9day!"

    He thanked me happily and started off on his bike. I even heard him whistling(吹哨) a song as he walked away.

    I now understand what is meant by the saying "giving is getting". Everyone in the world needs help, everyone can 10 help and everyone will be helped by something kind.

    The image(图像) of that man's happiness drawn by my small gift appears in my mind every time I have the chance to do something nice.

    Ali, who was working a long way from home wanted to send a letter to his wife, but he could neither read nor write, and he had to work all day, so he could only look for somebody to write his letter late at night. At last he found the house of a letter writer whose name was Nasreddin.

    Nasreddin was already in bed. "It is late," he said. "What do you want?" "I want you to write a letter to my wife," said Ali, Nasreddin was not pleased. He thought for a few seconds and then said, "Has the letter got to go far?" "What does that matter?" answered Ali.

  "Well, my writing is so strange that only I can read it, and if I have to travel a long way to read your letter to your wife, it will cost you a lot of money." Ali went away quickly.

    An old man died and left his son a lot of money. But the son was a foolish young man, and he quickly spent all the money, so that soon he had nothing left. Of course, when that happened, all his friends left him. When he was quite poor and alone, he went to see Nasreddin, who was a kind, clever old man and often helped people when they had troubles.

    "My money has finished and my friends have gone," said the young man. "What will happen to me now?"

    "Don't worry, young man," answered Nasreddin. "Everything will soon be all right again. Wait, and you will soon feel much happier. "

    The young man was very glad. "Am I going to get rich again then?" he asked Nasreddin.

  "No, I didn't mean that," said the old man. "I meant that you would soon get used to being poor and to having no friends. "