Keys

（一）

1—5 " " DCACA 6—10 " BBADB

11—15 BDCBD 16—20 AFEGB

（二）

1—5 " " BCDCA 6—10 " CBCCD

11—15 DCBAB 16—20 FGEDA

（三）

1—5 " " ACBCA 6—10 " ACACB

11—15 CBBAD 16—20 CADGE

（四）

1—5 " " BBCAD 6—10 " BCABD

11—15 CDCAB 16—20 DBEGC

（五）

1—5 " " ABCDC 6—10 " BACAD

11—15 CCDBB 16—20 EAGBD

（六）

1—5 " " ADDDB 6—10 " BABCD

11—15 ADCAB 16—20 DCAEG

（七）

1—5 " " BBCAD 6—10 " BCCDA

11—15 DBACB 16—20 GDFBC

（八）

1—5 " " BBCCA 6—10 " DDBDA

11—15 BDDCA 16—20 BDEGA

（九）

1—5 " " AADDD 6—10 " ABDAC

11—15 CDBDD 16—20 CGFDB

（十）

1—5 " " CDABB 6—10 " ACDCD

11—15 AABBD 16—20 EDFGB

（一）

1—5 BCDAC 6—10 BAADC

11—15 "BBDAD

（二）

1—5 BBCAB 6—10 ADACA

11—15 "DCADC

（三）

1—5 DBACD 6—10 DACDB

11—15 "ADAAB

（四）

1—5 BDACD 6—10 BACBC

11—15 "ADBDC

（五）

1—5 ABCAB 6—10 ACDBC

11—15 "DDBDC

（六）

1—5 BADCD 6—10 CCABC

11—15 "BABAD

（七）

1—5 ABABD 6—10 "BBCAB

11—15 "ADDCC

（八）

1—5 CBADD 6—10 BADDC

11—15 "ACDAB

（九）

1—5 DDBDC 6—10 ADACA

11—15 "CDCBA

（十）

1—5 DCADB 6—10 DDADB

11—15 "CDDCA

（一）

One possible version：

“Just one small step at a time，” Dad encouraged me. “We need to keep moving.” “I can’t，” I insisted. “You can. Just take one small step at a time. Keep your eyes focused on your feet and on me.” Dad held my hands tightly as he continued to encourage me. “Just one small step at a time，” Dad repeated as we climbed together. Some of my steps were so small that we hardly moved at all， but I believed in the power in his words.

Eventually， we made it to the peak. Standing on the peak， I saw a range of snow-covered hills beneath. A wave of immediate excitement welled up in my heart， howling winds also cheering for us. “We make it！” I shouted crazily， hugging my dad tightly， big tears rolling down my cheeks. Years have passed since that mountain climbing， but Dad’s words have continued to be a life reminder for me—“Just one small step at a time” will get me wherever I want to be.

（二）

One possible version：

I picked up another letter and read it. “Son， I’m really proud of you every day， every minute， and every second.” It began as my glasses were fogged up. After I read all the letters， tears rushed out of my eyes. I was touched by my dad’s deep love for me and felt so regretful about not valuing it！ Before long， I packed my things and went to the airport to meet my dad after so many years. “Will he be happy to see me？ How will I face him？” I wondered.

Finally， I arrived at my dad’s house and saw him sitting alone in the yard. He looked up and rose in surprise and delight as my shadow was cast upon him from behind. He hugged me and cried before I could even greet him. “I’ve been waiting for your coming every single day， son！” he wept on my shoulder. I quit the job in California and lived with my dad. I realized money isn’t everything. It cannot buy things as precious as love and family.

（三）

One possible version：

After thinking about it long and hard， the boy went home and asked his father what he should do. Staring at the puzzled boy with a slight smile， his father said， “My boy， I know it is a very important decision for you. Just follow your heart， and you will make the right choice.” Nodding slowly， the boy lost himself in thought. After sitting with it for a whole day， the boy finally turned in the same paper， making no changes at all. He stated， “You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.”

Twenty years passed and last summer， Ms Green brought 30 kids to camp out on Monty’s ranch for a week. The kids had a wonderful time in the vast ranch. They rode horses， admired the beautiful buildings， even played games in the big house. Before leaving， Ms Green apologized to Monty， “Sorry！ As your teacher， I was something of a dream stealer.” She said with shame， “Fortunately you had enough courage to hold on to your dream.” Monty smiled， saying， “Ms Green， it is just the F that encourages me to achieve my dream. Thank you！” Hearing this， Ms Green smiled， her face wet with tears.

（四）

One possible version：

Suddenly a white envelope on the inside of the lid caught my attention. It must have stuck to the lid by accident， I thought. But then I noticed that the envelope was actually stuck on the inside of the lid， and someone had written the word “Congratulations！” on the front of the envelope， too. I opened the envelope and pulled out a folded piece of paper， “To the one who deserves to go，” the paper read， and inside of it was a ticket to the basketball game！ I can’t believe it！—I’m the one that gets to go！

That evening turned out to be as special as I’d imagined. Two seats at center court， and a dad and his daughter cheering their team to victory. The game was so competitive and I was so much engaged in the game that I had no time to feel sorry for my two brothers. But I knew that it would be a long-remembered lesson in responsibility from a dad who let his kids make their own choices and earn their own rewards.

（五）

One possible version：

I told him I was calling the animal shelter， lifting the dog out of the car. We sat together waiting for shelter workers， while the dog didn’t move except to lick my face. Strangely， I was already starting to like this feeling. I petted him， comforting him that everything would be okay. When the shelter workers arrived， he rose suddenly， and then lowered his eyes disappointedly. Seeing the sweet dog loaded onto the van， patting on the window helplessly， I felt a mixture of relief and sadness. My heart spoke before I knew it， “If he isn’t claimed， I’ll adopt him.”

Ten days later， I went to the shelter to bring the dog home. At the sight of me， he circled around me， wagging his tail and licking my hands cheerfully. As I opened the door， he couldn’t wait to jump onto the seat as he did on the day we first met. On our arrival， my husband had already prepared a cozy hut for him. In the following days， he followed me everywhere， expressing his gratitude to have a home. But I felt I was the one to be grateful， for the opportunity to experience such an unexpected bond with an animal.

（六）

One possible version：

My mother’s statement remained in my mind like a giant blanket. Gradually， my jog slowed to a walk. My body drained of energy and my mind felt extremely defeated. Just as I was going to turn around and head for home—feeling more discouraged than I could recall in years—I saw that elderly Chinese gentleman again. Seeing my shirt in the distance， he marched towards me. With limited English he pointed to the letters and enthusiastically said， “You very good… you very fast.”

Upon hearing the man’s words， I felt more unexplained strength in my step. He cast his usual warm smile at me and gave me a thumb up as we passed each other. A surge of warmth across my whole body， I didn’t turn from the trail where my previous dark mood had intended. Thanks to that little boost， I continued for six more miles that day instead. I was not that fast， but was very good in my spirit and my heart. Luckily， the elderly gentleman saved me from the shadow of negative feedback.

（七）

One possible version：

But she was not as forgiving as I had hoped. The next day， I found her and said sorry to her in person. “I should not have said those words as Jamie told me. I am really sorry. Can we be good friends again？” I asked sincerely. “No， you are not my friend again. It is Jamie who is your best friend. Go to play with her， your best friend！！” she said angrily and then left， leaving me there all alone. I knew I really hurt her this time. What should I do to make her forgive me？ In the next few days， she didn’t talk to me any more. I felt so sad.

A week later， Michelle asked for leave because she was ill. Knowing that， I was very worried. Should I go to see her？ But what if she didn’t see me？ I was troubled by these questions and didn’t know what to do. But I knew I was very worried about her. So after the inner struggle， I finally gathered my courage to see her. When I arrived her home， she was surprised to see me. Nervously， I came near her and asked， “Are you all right？” “Fine，” she said softly， “I am sorry for treating you like that. Can we be good friends again？” “Of course， it is I who should say sorry. You are always my best friend，” I said. Then， we both smiled.

（八）

One possible version：

One day， I happened to go in a boxing gym downtown. A boxing trainer asked me to go a few rounds with a small man and I agreed. However， I just couldn’t hit the guy. He danced all around me while I tried to hit him. Then that little guy really connected with my nose， which made me realize that there was more to the sport of boxing than just swinging my fists. I made up my mind that the boxing ring was where I belonged.

From that day on， boxing became the sport that I liked the most. I started training with the man who got me into the ring that first time. Under his training， I learned that boxing is a sweet science where I could use my brain as well as my strength and size. Difficult as it was， I finally went from being a street fighter to a gold medal-winning Olympic champion. Fortunately， I have come a long way to become the man that my mom raised me to be.

（九）

One possible version：

Suddenly she decided to do something and brighten someone else’s morning. She handed over her bank card to the waiter and said， “I’d like to pay the coffee forward.” After the payment， Sarah knew she had just started a chain of kindness， a warm sense of satisfaction springing up. Informed that the coffee had already been paid for， the next driver smiled and said， “Wonderful！ Please use the money I was going to spend to pay for the coffee of the car behind.” And the beautiful cycle repeated.

The continuous chain of kindness attracted social media and inspired other communities. The story became popular online， and strangers copied it in their own communities. Messages of gratitude so flooded the Internet that the chain reached far and wide. Not only was the chain about buying coffee， but also about spreading love， kindness， and warmth to strangers. It served as a reminder that a small act of kindness could cause a series of other magic things to happen， spreading joy and smiles far beyond its original intention.

（十）

One possible version：

Finally， my sister was ready to sing. I lowered my head and covered my face with my hands， preparing myself for the worst. She opened her mouth， and I was extremely shocked—she sang effortlessly and pleasantly. Her voice rang through the hall， beautiful in its power. I took a deep breath， sat straight and watched in wonder. Totally immersed in her song， my sister looked exactly like an angel standing on the stage. How could I not know that my sister could sing so well？ As I listened to her song， my heart gave way.

I began to feel ashamed of doubting my sister’s abilities. I had been wrong. Guilt and shame filled my heart. Although she knew that I was embarrassed by her and was unwilling to watch her performance， she never minded. I stood up and went backstage to wait for her. The moment she got off stage， I warmly hugged her and apologized for my previous wrong attitude towards her. She smiled sweetly and forgave me gracefully， saying that she had never taken anything that I had done to heart. It was then that I resolved to love my sister unconditionally.