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Highlights for Children 2024-04-01
The Balloon Picture
Last week I was creating pictures for my dad’s birthday. I worked forever making each picture as perfect as possible. Every time I messed up, I started all over again, so the floor under the kitchen table was covered with half-finished drawings.
“It's family housework time,"my mom announced. “And you're in charge of folding clothes," she told me. “OK” I said. "After that I'll continue finishing Dad's present." “Dad's going to love this,” Mom said as she looked over my shoulder. “I want to draw!" said my little brother, Tex. Mom agreed and asked me to move those papers from the floor to the recycling bin when I was done with my project.
I folded all the clothes quickly. Just as I was about to get back to paint, my friend Mareya showed up. She invited me to play in the park. Although it was freezing outside, she thought it was the perfect weather for not getting overheated. That's a cool thing about Mareya. She has this way of looking on the bright side of pretty much anything. As soon as we get to the park, the sky filled with giant gray clouds and rain started pouring down. I laughed as we headed back home, wet through. “ Well, you were right about one thing. We definitely didn't get overheated!”
"You're just in time! Tex called when he saw us from the driveway. “Yeah” said Tex. “Mom is letting us jump in these puddles(水坑)!” “I'm in! " Mareya giggled (咯咯笑) as she jumped. “I can't get any wetter than l already am!”
At the very moment, I found my birthday book drawings in the recycling bin._______________
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Seeing Tex feeling sorry for his mistakes, “Why not create balloons pictures with wet pieces ” Mareya advised._________________________________________________________________
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At the very moment, I found my birthday book drawings in the recycling bin. I ran to rescue them. But it was too late. As I picked up my once-perfect pictures, they had been turned into wet pieces. “I just went from having the best birthday present for Dad to having no birthday present.” I sighed. Tex dropped his head, nervously saying “ It was I who dropped them to the floor carelessly and put them into the bin. I feel sorry for that.” He stood there, with tears rolling down his cheeks.
Seeing Tex feeling sorry for his mistakes, “Why not create balloons pictures with wet pieces ” Mareya advised. Tex and I responded to the creative idea positively. Without delay, Mareya and I collected each pieces from the bin carefully. Meanwhile, Tex found a big balloon in his painting room. We worked together to stick the picture pieces on the balloon to make one big present for Dad. It turned out to be really fun and amazing. My dad loved the surprising gift so much that he ran with the balloon picture like a kid. There was a pretty happy ending to what was almost a sad story.
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Highlights for Children 2021-03-01
Big News, Little News
It was 8:15 A.M. when Henry, an 11-year-old paperboy, delivered the last newspaper. He’d get to The Gazette(公报)offices by 8:30.
Henry parked his bike near the office building and rushed to the editor in chief’s door.
Mr. Trotta reached across his desk. “Hello, Henry. Wow! Strong handshake.”
“Thanks. It’s from rolling all those newspapers.”
“So, about those papers.” Mr. Trotta paused. “No good way to deliver bad news.”
“We’re closing next Saturday, Henry. Advertising is down. Local papers are the first to close.” Mr. Trotta added.
“It’s sad... People won’t get their neighborhood news any more,” responded Henry helplessly.
“You were excellent, Henry—always dependable.” Mr. Trotta praised.
Henry forced his head up to say good-bye. In the last week, Henry wondered if his customers missed The Gazette as much as he did. He thought of a way out.
He started out on his old route (路线) with a notebook. First stop: Mr. Jonas, 17 Oak. Asked about the paper, Mr. Jonas was quick to answer. “I sure liked reading the week’s happenings. A pile of comics from old copies of The Gazette to donate. Think someone would want them ”
“Maybe. I’ll ask around.” Henry made a note in his notebook.
He knocked open the door of Mrs. Black, 27 Maple. Her three babies held on to her legs. Henry stared. “You could use a babysitter.”
“Definitely. I was going to put an ad in The Gazette, but . . . Know any neighbors with experience ”
Mr. Simon was next door, carrying his guitar. “Hey, Henry. My band is having a concert next Friday. Tell all your friends.”
As Henry made more notes, a good idea occurred to him.____________________________
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Cheering Henry's idea of creating“Neighborhood News”, the neighbors were happy to help supply the news._________________________________________________________________
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As Henry made more notes, a good idea occurred to him. Maybe he could create a news page for the neighbors. But how would he do it Without delay, he bicycled to The Gazatte office and explained everything to the editor in chief Mr. Trotta. Surprisingly, the two hit it off immediately. Mr. Trotta was very much in agreement with the idea and considered it as a super idea to keep the local papers open. Shortly, The Gazatte announced the new column “Neighborhood News” to its customers.
Cheering Henry's idea of creating “Neighborhood News”, the neighbors were happy to help supply the news. A neighbor advertised that she needed a teenager to help clean her basement. A new couple who just moved in wrote a letter inviting their neighbors to a party. Henry typed the news and delivered the first “Neighborhood News”on Saturday. After that, neighbors wrote recipes and stories. They advertised giveaways and help wanted, and they requested books and music. Henry missed his old Gazette job, but he had launched something too. He was making news and connecting neighbors.
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Reader’s Digest
On 5 July this year, I was at home alone in Abingdon, Oxfordshire. playing an online game. I didn't think a rainy Monday night would ever go wrong. Thunder (雷声) crashed in the distance as I sat on my sofa. Rain was dropping on the window and a cool wind blew on to my shoulders from the open window behind me.
At 10 p.m. I heard a thunder which was so loud that l thought it was an explosion (爆炸). Then it was as if something extremely heavy suddenly dropped on my body. I couldn’t move a little; then I felt hot and cold at the same time. Worse still, I felt heavy and faint. Next came the smell of burnt meat - I looked down at my right arm and saw that it was burning. I cried at once and rushed upstairs in shock and sharp pain to look for my neighbour, Aron, to get help.
He was frightened when seeing me and came to my rescue immediately, catching a wet towel (毛巾) over my arm and trying to judge what had happened. He ran to the living room, thinking the TV might have exploded, and was puzzled when everything seemed to be fine. He rang his doctor friends hurriedly, and they advised him to take me to the hospital in no time. I, too, was trying to find out what had happened, holding my arm in great pain as it continued burning. I couldn't think straight and clearly because I felt at a loss totally till we got to the hospital. When we entered the emergency room, Aron said, “I think she might have been struck by lightning.
Everyone in the room looked at me with concern and the room went quiet. ________________
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Everyone in the room looked at me with concern and the room went quiet. ________________
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Everyone in the room looked at me with concern and the room went quiet. When the doctors took the towel off and saw the burn on my arm, they confirmed I had been struck by lightning,
saying “without Aron sending here in time, the situation would be worse.” With delay, they found out the best way to treat me. Aron kept me company, giving me considerate care and comfort, which was a great relief to me. After a treatment of ten hours, I came to recover and was out of hospital.
I was so lucky and grateful to survive the lightning strike. I think I was fortunate because I had my nice neighbour Aron and other friends, who were being there all the time. I was very grateful to my neighbor, who didn’t hesitate to give me a helping hand selfishly. Every time I think of the experience, I feel a strong sense of happiness and appreciation surging into my mind.
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摘自外文刊物
I watched the steep rock ahead and knew I was finished. No amazing views couldn't attract me to take one more step. I watched my dad, feeling too exhausted for tears. "Leave me. Get e back for me. I can't move my legs," I said tiredly.
Earlier that day, my dad and I had set off on a short trip. My dad said it would be an easy two-hour trip. I felt confident I’d have no trouble on the hike.
Shortly we found ourselves travelling over a snow-covered ridge(山脊), and the road seemed harder and more dangerous. When two hours passed, it seemed my dad had made a huge mistake. We had not reached the waterfall, but he insisted it wasn't much farther. Faced with a heavy snowstorm, we continued on our way.
By the time we reached the waterfall, we were very tired. But not too tired to enjoy the excitement as we saw the beautiful fish swimming. We could only rest and enjoy the scenery for a short while to make it back to the car before dark. My dad ensured we'd find the rest of the hike easy and short. But it wasn't.
It was so steep that each step I took required lots of effort. My legs were knotting as we climbed and my knees were in pain when we went down. We thought the climb would be the last, only to find another peak (山峰) ahead of us. With darkness upon us, my legs reached the point where I couldn't move them at all.
My dad encouraged me to keep moving.__________________________________________
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“Just one small step at a time," Dad repeated as we climbed together.___________________
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My dad encouraged me to keep moving. He grasped my hands and comforted in a gentle voice “I'm not leaving you. It's almost dark. We need to keep moving. I'll keep you company. ” “I can't,” I said as big tears rolled down my cheeks. “You can. Just take one small step at a time. Remember how exciting it was when we climbed, struggled , and finally made it to the beautiful scenery .” I nodded, rose and took my first step towards the peak. However, Afraid of the dangerous road, my legs prevented me trying.
“Just one small step at a time,” Dad repeated as we climbed together. Some of my steps were so tiny that we hardly moved at all, but I appreciate the power in his words. It seemed as if endless energy had slid into my blood. Despite the steep mountain and heavy snowstorm, we moved forward one small at a time. Eventually, we did succeeded in reaching the peak, with grateful and happy tears springing to my eyes. At that moment, I realized that as long as we persevere and take one small step at a a time, we will find our way out .

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