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As part of the school project, Li's school has2 its students to do more community work. After the half day of3 work, Li told himself not to jaywalk (乱穿马路) anymore. "I think through community work we get to4 others and, more5, we grow a sense of responsibility," he said.

Community service is an important6 of education for teenagers around the world. In the US and Canada, high school students need to7 40 hours of community service before8. For those Americans who have finished 1,400 hours of community work, they can get a9 of nearly $5,000 (33,000 yuan).

Chinese students today do10 community work, too. Qian Lijun, 16, and her classmates went to a local elder care home this winter. They put Spring Festival couplets (对联) on the doors and11 the people living there. Li Xiaotian, 15, said he used to12 ads from the walls with his classmates. They brought brushes, towels and knives and13 for three hours under the summer sun. "It was tiring, but seeing the clean14 without ugly ads, we really felt15," he said.

Since the Warring States Period (战国时代), the ancient people loved sweets and developed methods of producing sugar. In the Tang Dynasty, there was huge progress in the technology of sugar making. And sugar, the precious product once only served to the emperors and princes, also went into common people's homes. With the cultural and economic (经济的) development of Song and Yuan Dynasties, people became less interested in only tasting sweetness. In the Ming Dynasty, some people added pictures with good luck into the bowl of sugar, and sugar painting appeared.

Sugar painting is different from normal painting. Sugar painters use syrup (糖浆) as the material, a spoon as the "paintbrush", and a smooth table as the "paper". To make syrup, they have to make sugar hot before painting. Since syrup may become hard if it cools, the painters have to produce the work very quickly. They move the spoon full of syrup up and down, left and right. Soon a sugar painting is done.

However, it's a pity that this folk art is dying recently. The sugar painting that used to be rich in shapes has become poorer and poorer because of fewer needs. What's worse, few people seem to be willing to pass on the art except those aging sugar painters.

For most people, painting is a kind of art and difficult to understand. However, sugar painting has pulled the art down into people's daily lives. Through it, we may see the spiritual support of the ancient people across centuries. Now, sugar painting has been listed as an intangible cultural heritage (非物质文化遗产) in China. Therefore, the art should be remembered, missed and passed on.

In Western cultures, bread holds a significant place. In France, the baguette is more than just a type of bread; it is a symbol of French culture. The process of making a baguette requires patience and skill, from kneading the dough to baking it to a perfect golden-brown crust. French people often enjoy baguettes with cheese, butter, or cold cuts, and it is a common sight to see them walking down the street with a freshly baked baguette under their arm. This simple yet iconic food represents the French love for good food, their appreciation for the artisanal, and their relaxed lifestyle.

Food also plays a crucial role in cultural celebrations. In the United States, Thanksgiving is a major holiday centered around a large meal. The traditional Thanksgiving dinner includes turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie. These foods are not only delicious but also have historical and cultural significance. Turkey, for example, was one of the foods served at the first Thanksgiving feast in 1621, symbolizing the harvest and the cooperation between the Pilgrims and the Native Americans.

A Lunchbox Stitched with Love

Michael had watched it all unfold. For twelve long months, the silence between his father Jack and uncle Sam hung heavier than the winter fog clinging to their small town. It started with their late (已故的) father's old workbench (工作台) — hand-carved by their grandfather, a piece they'd both cherished. When their dad passed away, Uncle Sam took it to restore, but his father Jack thought he'd taken it for himself forever. "You always got first pick," Jack snapped; Sam shot back, "At least I'm not letting it rot." Doors slammed, and they'd not spoken since.

Jack, once a man who laughed so loud that the neighbors knocked to complain, now moved like a ghost: mornings without the clatter (哐啷声) of his favorite coffee mug, evenings staring at the unlit fireplace in dead silence.

One afternoon, Michael found his dad on the porch (门廊), staring at a photo — Jack and Sam, arms slung over each other's shoulders at the workbench, both grinning wide. "Why don't you call him?" Michael asked. Jack's jaw tightened. "Some things can't be fixed, kiddo." But Michael shook his head. He'd watched his mom mend his favorite sweater with a needle and thread, turning a hole into something stitched with care. Michael also noticed that Aunt Clara, Uncle Sam's wife, still called Mom, asking gently how his dad was doing. Maybe broken things just needed the right hands to fix them.

That night, Michael slid a list of Uncle Sam's favorite foods into his pocket — the ones Dad had always bought at the market on weekends, the two of them laughing over plates together. By morning, Michael had come up with a plan: something sweet might fix. With his allowance, he set out to fill his dad's old lunchbox with what was on the list. Michael hit the market: Mrs. Hernandez's warm meat pies; Mr. Patel's spicy mango sauce and buttery cookies. Although his shirt was stained with jam, and his shoes were coated in dirt, Michael smiled, seeing the lunchbox was full.

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When Michael finally stood on Uncle Sam's porch, his heart pounded like a drum.

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A few minutes after Aunt Clara's phone call, the front doorbell rang again.

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Toward the end of the year, Mr. Dalton wanted to3 our knowledge and gave us a 25-question true/false nationally standardized test. The test presented each problem with a conclusion shown. We were required to write out the4 using our theorems (定理).

I completed 24 problems quickly, but number seventeen was a lion5 I spent thirty minutes on that proof and6 I pulled it off with all my efforts. With7 I marked the question true and handed in the test.

The next day I got my score, a 96, and number seventeen was8 wrong When Mr. Dalton asked if there were any questions, for the first time, my hand9.

Instead of10 this was a nationally standardized test and that there couldn't be any11. Mr. Dalton did the most powerful thing I've ever seen a teacher do: he held out the chalk to me with an encouraging smile. Murmurs spread through the classroom — some classmates exchanged12 glances, while others leaned forward, curiosity sparking in their eyes. I was hesitant for a moment, then went to the board and demonstrated my proof, using the whole board and three different colors of chalk. In the end, everyone clapped. Mr. Dalton gave13 for my answer, and I ended up with a full mark.

When I returned 37 years later to visit him again, Alzheimer's (阿尔茨海默氏症) had14 his mind, but he still wore a happy grin.

I have been grateful to Mr. Dalton, for I could15 have remained silent rather than challenging his authority or speaking up when I think I'm right.

Have you ever looked at a beautiful little new house in London and thought "It must be so amazing to live there"? But for the people who actually do live in those homes, social media photography has changed what it means to live in a pictures que place.

Alice Johnston is a longtime resident of Notting Hill, the London neighborhood famous for the beautifully-painted row houses and for being the setting of the movie of the same name. Johnston, a journalist, has complicated feelings about her Instagram- beloved neighborhood. She lives on Portobello Road, one of the capital's most famous streets. Once, she and a friend were walking his bulldog when a tourist asked if they could "borrow" the pup for a quick photo. The friend and the dog agreed, so the Instagrammer posed with the dog in front of a bright blue door and then handed over five pounds as a thank you. In that story, everybody had a good time. "I was once woken up at 6 a.m. on Easter Sunday by a French teenager taking pictures outside," Johnston says.

Johnston, for example, tries to be sympathetic to travelers coming to her hometown, recalling how she loved taking pictures of historic neighborhoods in Paris, Rome and the like. In fact, she recently found photos of herself as a teenager hanging out at the Notting Hill Carnival years before she moved to the capital herself. "I feel lucky that it's cool enough that people want to come where I live."

A. If so, you're not alone.

B. But there can be a darker side.

C. For her, nothing beats the pleasure to see so many people excited about it.

D. Living in a much-photographed place, some people try to take the good with the bad.

E. However, when private homes become tourist attractions, quarrels can occur.

F. And she has witnessed all kinds of behavior committed to getting a perfect picture.

G. As a travel lover, she has become pretty understanding when seeing the crowds again.

But in spite of these successes, there is evidence to suggest that celebrity endorsement (代言) may be overrated. In a survey of members of the public to find out if celebrity involvement would encourage people to donate, researchers found that the impact was not as great as previously thought. When shown a list of well-known organisations and famous people who represent them, over half of respondents were unable to match the celebrity with the cause. What's more, three quarters claimed that they didn't respond to celebrity endorsement in any way. The survey also showed that a few names did stand out as being associated with particular charities. But the presence of a celebrity in a campaign, was not a significant factor when it came to a decision to donate time or money. Instead, the majority of people contribute because of personal connections in their lives and families which make a charity important to them.

In another study aimed at young people, most participants cited a compelling (无法抗拒的) mission as their main motivation to give. The second most important drive was if a friend or peer recommended supporting a particular cause. Only two percent of respondents said they were motivated by celebrity endorsement. This seems to contradict the general assumption that teenagers are particularly influenced by famous people. One possible explanation is that there is a general fatigue (疲倦) with celebrity culture. There is also a suspicion that the stars are the ones who benefit most when they offer to do charity work. Some critiques have accused that celebrities might actually take attention away from issues by attracting more attention than the causes they represent.

So taking all these issues into account, is it time for charities to rethink their campaign strategies and look for alternative ways to reach new audiences? Whichever point of view you favour, there seems to be opportunities for more research into how charity campaigns might develop relationships with celebrities to maximise their potential. This in turn will open up more engagement, and better targeted campaigns — which can only benefit those who really matter — the people and animals that are in need of assistance.

None of the scientists possessed X-ray eyes: they had no supernatural powers for looking down below the earth's surface. They were merely employing one of the most cutting- edge methodologies for locating minerals in the ground-using trees and plants as indicative markers that certain minerals may lie beneath the ground on which the trees and plants take root and flourish. This approach to mineral exploration is predicated upon the principle that minerals deep in the earth may affect the kind of bushes and trees that grow on the surface.

At Watson Bar Creek, a brook six thousand feet high in the mountains of British Columbia, Canada, a mineral search group gathered bags of tree seeds. Boxes were filled with small branches from the trees. Roots were dug and put into boxes. Each bag and box was carefully marked. In a scientific laboratory the parts of the forest trees were burned to ashes and tested. Each small part was examined to learn whether there were minerals in it.

Analysis of the roots, branches, and seeds disclosed an absence of silver. But small amounts of gold were detected in the roots, with lower gold concentrations present in the branches and seeds. The seeds growing nearest to the tree trunk had more gold than those growing on the ends of the branches.

Had the trees not provided indications of gold in the ground, the scientists would not have allocated funds for digging into the depths. They did excavate and uncovered additional gold reserves below the surface. Further digging revealed substantial quantities of the precious metal.

After cycling slowly along the sandy trail for about two hours, I was delighted to see seemingly recent cycle tracks. Encouraged, I moved on, keeping a sharp eye on the tracks. However, I soon realised that they were my own. I was covering the same ground.

Discouraged, I lay my bike aside, and sank down under a tree with a heavy sigh. I had no more water, and my tongue felt swollen. I felt sleepy as groups of flies settled on me in a vain attempt to find dampness.

A sudden warm breeze stirred me. I opened my eyes, caught the distant hum of an engine, and glanced weakly upward, yet the sound faded away. After a short while, I heard it once more, but this time it seemed nearer. I dragged my feet and marched toward the source of the sound. When I made it to the top of the hill, I gasped in utter disbelief. There in front of me lay Logue Brook Dam, with boats pulling water skiers and folks sunbathing out in the open. I went back to my bicycle, pushed it up the hill, and let it coast into the lovely cool waters of the dam, where I rolled around wearing my full cycling gear.