在汶川地震的废墟中，什邡市蓥华镇中学初一女生邓青青被压在砖瓦下，仍然打着手电筒看书，通过读书来缓解心中的害怕，坚持到被成功救出。其导致挫折的因素和应对方式符合她的实际情况的是（    ）

____是由____个十和____个一组成的。

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    The world has many beautiful 1. We can hear the songs of birds and the laugh of people. We can listen to cool music and news reports. And it is all because of our ears! They 2 us a world of sounds.

    But some people can't hear any sound at all. Some are born deaf. 3can hear well in their childhood, but too many loud sounds hurt their ears later on.

 Many people in China can't hear ordinary sounds clearly. A large number of them are children. Most of them are born 4 good hearing. But six children out of every 1,000 have hearing problems when they are born.

    A lot of things can5 hearing problems. And noise louder than 85 decibels(分贝) can hurt our ears and make us lose our hearing for a short time or even forever.

Hearing is important. So we should do our best to give our ears special care. Don't forget to do the following:

    Try to 6 places with too much noise. When 7, remember to put earplugs into your ears to stop water from getting in.

     Never put 8 sharp (尖锐的) into your ears. Keep these things in 9! Then you won't 10“What? What?” when you are older.

I was just outof college, only three days into a graduate (研究生)year in England,and I was pulling a heavy bag and suitcase(箱子)through the London Underground. I was also crying out of control.

   The day before yesterday, my uncle told me never to speak to him, his wife, or my two cousins again. Earlier,  I made a joke. I didn't mean to hurt my aunt's feelings, but it did.I spent the evening in an ugly blue telephone booth (电话亭). crying as I spoke to a family friend who lived in England.

   When I left the phone booth, I went back to a silent house with three closed bedroom doors. In the morning, I heard everyone get up and leave for work and school. I wrote a note to say sorry and pulled my bags to the train station. When I got into London, I had to take the underground to Angel Station to get to my family friend's house.

    I was familiar with the underground, but at the time, it was just endless white tiles（瓷砖).Coming to England seemed like a bad decision. Crying yet again, I tried to lift my suitcase up the stairs.

   When I was trying hard to walk forward, there were hands. Each time I faced another group of steps,a hand would lift the suitcase. At the top of the steps, the hand would let go, and I'd pull the suitcase to the next group. And just as I wanted to try again，another hand would appear.

   It happenedseveral times. I never looked up, because I couldn't stop crying.Each hand looked different, and many different people helped me, without asking or saying anything. I couldn't look up. I wasn't able to say thank you.

   I went on to have anamazing year studying in England, but that was the last time I saw or spoke to any of my uncle's family. Yet when I think about that terrible loss in 2008, I remember those strangers' hands. They were there when I needed them, and even now, they help me out of the sadness of that memory. I think of them as I ride the underground in Washington D. C. today, and I watch the citizens and tourists to offer hands at any time.