2/2 A fictional story (use ten words or phrase to write) Deeply moved by the kindness of the young man, Tom decided to record the scene he just saw. He fumbled for his brushes and paper, then started to paint. While he was carefully painting, tried hard not to slacken effort. He was so focused that he dismissed his physical pain off his mind for a while. He would break off at intervals of ten minutes and look out the window. From that day Tom knew that small acts of kindness count and people should learn to be satisfied with small things in their lives. Compared with the old man, Tom had shelter and people who really cared about him and he owned sufficient food, clothing and something meaningful to do, and most importantly he learnt to embrace a mindset of contentedness. He was no longer disillusioned with life.   Three years later, Tom passed away. During his day off within three years, he was unable to move for two years. He chose to accept his destiny, which led him to stay optimistic and content about life. The thing is what's your attitude towards life rather than let life to control you that makes up who you are.

1/2 A fictional story(use ten words or phrases to write) (Some of the details may be far-fetched, please forgive me hhhh😂) Tom, a 78-year-old painter, was afflicted with ALS--a brutal and unforgiving illness of the neurological system and was impossible to be cured--for two months. Although Tom could walk and do some simple things by himself, he still fearful of his disease and he realized that he will soon be stuck in a wheelchair and live under other people's help to which he did not want. He decided to do meaningful things before he lost his ability to move. As a painter, he wanted to draw a picture as his last work. Lack of experience since he got the disease made it hard for him to draw a satisfying picture for there was no inspiration coming up to his mind, which made him quite upset. On a cloudy day, Tom sat by the window, staring aimlessly at the street as he usually did. Soon it started to rain cats and dogs. With icy cold wind sweeping through the gap between each house and rain slashing against windows, he overflowed with no shock but numbness. He was still worried about his last painting because time was like gold for him at that moment. Suddenly, something caught his eyes--an ordinary young man was holding on to an old man's arm with his one hand and used another to put up an umbrella. The elder who was in rags might be a beggar, Tom thought. There were lightning and claps of thunder over their heads. The two stepped to a place near the corner where Tom could still see them and then the young man gave some food to the old. A smile lingering on the elder's face who was nodding to the young man over and over again…