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Debbie got up early last Saturday morning. She wanted  1  in Green Park with some ot her friends. She was very happy about it.  2  she was ready, she got on her bike and left for the park – it was on the other side of the town. Suddenly, as she was riding fast, she  3 sirens (警笛). The sound of the sirens was getting  4 , so Debbie looked  5 her to see what was happening. As a result (結(jié)果), she fell off her bike and lay in the middle of the road. Luckily, Debbie wasn’t hurt,  6  a car hit her bike. After the car   7  , two men got out and started running.  8  , a police car stopped next to the same car and three policemen got out and started running after the two men. One of the policemen shouted, “Stop the thieves (賊)!”
  9  a policeman came to see Debbie. He thanked her because, in a way, she had helped them   10  .

What I noticed first about my new parrot, Chico, was that he couldn’t fly. His wings had been cut short and he was stuck on the   1  just like us humans. When the weather turned nice, I took Chico outside. I sat him on a branch of a tree, hoping to make him   2 . At first he seemed   3 . He walked back and forth on the branch looking anxious or nervous. He didn’t even flap his wings in an attempt to fly. Somehow he knew he was   4 .
One day Chico got especially excited . He paced back and forth and made an incredible amount of   5 . Then all of a sudden he stopped and let out an even louder scream. He started   6  flapping his wings for the first time ever － then he lifted off the   7  like a space shuttle! I was amazed and   8  . Little did I know his feathers had been growing back, and Chico had been   9  until the moment was ripe for escape!
Two days later Chico   10  . First I tried to trick him back with food, but he would not come near me. Then I took his   11  and put it away—still he would not come. Finally, I made him a firm promise that I would let him   12  every day the weather was nice if he did come back.   13  , he flew onto my shoulder.
From that day on, whenever the weather was good I would let him out early and he would fly around and be back before dark. The   14  lasted for two months before suddenly Chico became   15 . The vet said that he had been infected with a disease from the pigeons in the neighborhood. Within a few days he died.
I was very sad. The   16  crossed my mind that if I had not set him free to fly, he would be still alive. But what   17  is there in being a bird if you can’t fly?
Chico made his first break for   18  on a late Monday afternoon in April. When will you make yours? You too can take a   19  when the conditions are right, knowing you too, in your own way, were built to fly. If you don’t    20 , what will be the purpose of your life?

I finished my last work of the week and could hardly wait to get home, take off my nursing shoes, and relax.
As I approached(走近) my   36 , I saw one of my   37  standing by the bus stop. I thought it would only take a couple of extra minutes to give her a ride home, and besides, it was   38  cold to be standing outside on the coldest   39  in January. I didn’t know where she lived, but I was   40  I would be able to find my way back.
We   41  about our work as I drove and before we knew it, we arrived at   42  house. I started driving back.   43  looked familiar, but at first that didn’t bother me. But soon I   44  something wrong. I   45  nothing. But I told myself to stay   46 .
I was beyond neighborhoods, streets and   47  streetlights. I no longer knew where I was now. How could I be so stupid! I looked down at my   48 . It was now 2:30 a.m. My gas was slowly running out. I   49  the car and turned off the engine. In total defeat, I put my head down on the wheel,   50 . Then I raised my head and   51  a shadow down the road in front of me. I turned my headlights on. A car! I drove a little   52 , got out of my car and knocked on the window of that car. An elderly man   53  rolled his window down.
I said that I didn’t know how to get back into town. In silence, he started driving. I ran back to my car and drove   54  him. Finally I recognized a(n)   55  street. As I turned to head home, the car disappeared. Then I pulled into my driveway (車道) when the warning light for my gas tank (汽油箱) turned on.
Though so many years have passed, I still thank the old man from my deepest heart.

When my daughter Kelsey was a child, she loved to join me in the garden. To 36 chaos(混亂)in my own garden beds, I provided her with a space of her own, so Kelsey’s Corner was born. There she was 37 to dig and plant as she wished. Over time, that small piece of land grew into a favorite place in the 38.
As she approached high school, Kelsey took her 39 off the garden. I didn’t 40 to accept this change. It seemed acceptable that something as boring as working in the dirt gave way to the mystery of a(n) 41 social life, so I began to take care of the space. Even so, I knew it always would be Kelsey’s Corner.
Now my daughter is eighteen and is in the 42 weeks of her high school career. Our mailbox is filled with college admission materials, 43 me that the world has come for this young lady and that she will soon answer its 44. Kelsey is looking forward to her wonderful college life 45 her mother and I are anxious about the coming life 46 our daughter around.
Kelsey’s Corner seems extremely deserted in this early spring 47 Kelsey’s leaving. One morning, when I 48 past Kelsey’s Corner, I noticed some green seedlings had 49 at the foot of some dead stalks(稈).
It’s 50 that life is a cycle. Kelsey’s leaving is 51 one point on the cycle. Now the life wheel will roll with Kelsey as she 52 into her adult life.
Let her live as she will and let her 53 when she can, and whether she comes alone or in 54, she will be welcome home. I’ll take care of Kelsey’s Corner faithfully. It will also cycle annually, rolling on towards a 55 stage of our lives, one that promises a rich harvest.

Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. Every day they are very busy trying to   36  in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me. They don’t act in the   37  ways that I read in books or I see on TV. In their opinion, “I love you” is too   38   for them to say. Sending flowers to each other on Valentine’s Day is even more out of 39   .
One day, my mother was sewing a quilt. I sat down beside her. “Mom, I have a question to ask you. Is there    40   between you and Dad?” I asked her in a very low voice. She didn’t answer immediately. She    41   her head and continued to sew the quilt.
I was very worried because I thought I had  42   her. I was    43   and I didn’t know what I should do. But at last I heard my mother say the following words:
“Susan,” she said thoughtfully, “Look at this thread．Sometimes it   44  , but most of it disappears in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt   45  . If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread．It can hardly be seen    46  , but it’s really there. Love is    47  .”
I listened carefully but I    48    her until the next spring. At that time, my father suddenly    49   seriously. My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month. When they returned from the hospital, they both looked   50   . It seemed both of them had had a serious illness. After they were back, every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father   51   on the country road．
“Dad, how are you feeling now?” I asked him one day.
“Susan, don’t    52   me.” he said gently. “To tell you the truth, I just like walking with your mom.”   53    his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply.
Once I thought love meant flowers, gifts and     54   . But from this experience, I understand that love is just    55   in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm.

Never before had I imagined I should have the opportunity to live with so many girls．Would  they 　36　such a single “Hi” from me? I was about to greet my new roommates，　37　they did  not seem to have the same 　38　attention that I had．They just dealt with their own 　39　， sorting out their clothes，and making arrangements for their university life．Thus tranquility（寧?kù)o）
became the 　40　atmosphere in the dormitory．
To my surprise，　41　such a situation，I did not feel a sense of 　42　．With time going on，we got to know each other deeper．I was　43　to find that in deep soul we all had great dreams and belonged to the same　44　．
However，not long before the 　45 　was disturbed by my own upset of mind for study pressure．What I was　46　about seemed to have 　47　to do with them and what they were doing and talking about seemed so far away from me．However，one incident changed my 　48　and made me treasure this kind of 　49　better and more confident in our friendship．
One day，when I was leaving the teachers’ office，it was in complete silence and frightening 　50　．At my dormitory gate，I was startled （使驚奇）to find there still 　51 　a little light glimmering in the darkness，so faint but yet so clear．Just under the 　52　of the light，I went to the room without any difficulty．They were in sound sleep，leaving the 　53　light on in the calm world．Tears rolled down my cheeks．
I know 　54　that we all like tranquility，both in environment and in our mind．It is the care that 　55　all the misunderstandings and unpleasantness．

My father often works very hard. And he   1  goes to the movies. Here I’ll tell you a   2  story about him.
One afternoon, when he finished his work, and   3  go home, he found a film ticket under the glass on his desk. He thought he   4  to have not much work to do that day and   5  was quite wonderful to pass the evening at the cinema.
So he came back home and   6  finished his supper. Then he said good－bye to us and left.
But to our   7 , he came back about half an hour later. I asked him what was the   8 . He smiled and told us about the funny thing that happened at the   9 .
When my father was sitting in his seat, a   10  came to my father’s seat and said that seat was hers. My father was   11 , he took out the ticket   12  looked at it carefully. It was Row 17,   13 . And then he looked at the seat. It was   14 . So he asked her to   15  her ticket. She took out her ticket at once and the seat   16  in it was Row17, Seat3.
Why? What’s the matter with all this? While they were wondering, suddenly the woman said, “The   17  of tickets are different.”   18  they looked at the tickets more carefully. After a while my father said, “Oh, I am   19 , I made a mistake. My ticket is for the   20  a month ago. Take this seat, please.” With these words he left.

“Where is the bus?” I asked myself. I was going to be late and the manager wasn’t going to be pleased. Thank God, here it is! The bus__1__round the corner and I got on. Ten minutes later I was walking into the__2__ where I work. “Twenty-five past nine. I__3__ the manager doesn’t notice.” But no __4__luck! “Smith!” shouted the manager. “Late again. What’s your__5__ this time?”. “ I’m afraid the bus was late, Mr. Brown.” “Get up earlier tomorrow! Anyway, go to your__6__ at the counter, we’ll be opening in a few minutes.”
My first customer was a pretty girl wearing a red dress. Behind her was a young man of about 25. He seemed very__7__, and every few seconds he looked __8__the main entrance. The girl__9__about opening a bank account. I gave her the necessary __10__and she walked out. __11__, I noticed a tall man by the door, carrying something__12__with brown paper. Turning to my next customer, I was terrified to see a gun__13__ out of his coat. The moment a loud noise __14__ my ears. Everything went black. I was falling…. After__15__seemed a very long time, I opened my eyes and found in bed! __16__shaking from the memory of this terrible dream, I got dressed and ran out of the house. As usual, the bus wasn’t on time, and I got to the bank at 9:25.
“Smith!” the manager cried out in a voice like thunder. “__17__of your excuse! Go start work at once!” To my__18__, the first customer was a girl __19__ a red dress and behind her stood a man carrying something wrapped in brown paper. The __20__! Wasn’t that the surprise of my life?

A boy walked along Carver Street, singing a sad song. He walked with his head down. Once he looked up and noticed the sign across the empty street, painted on the side of an old house. On the sign a big woman with yellow hair and a five-mile smile held out a big bottle. “Coca-Cola. Drink Coca-Cola.” the sign said.
“Boy!” The silence was cut by a sudden cry. He turned around quickly to see who had called.
An old woman was standing at her door.
“You boy! Come here this minute.”
Slowly the boy  1 onto the cold flat stones leading to the old woman's house. When he arrived at her house, she  2 out her hand and wrapped her  3 old fingers around his arm.
“Help me inside, boy,” she said. “Help me  4 to my bed. What's your name?”
“Joseph,” he said.
The old woman on the bed tried to  5 up, raising berselfon her elbow (肘) . Water  6 from her eyes and mouth. The sight of her made Joseph feel  7 .
“I'm   8 , Joseph. You can see that, can't you? I want you to write a will(遺囑) for me. There's paper and pencil on the table there.”
Joseph looked down at the  9 , and then looked out of the window. He saw the sign again, “Coca-Cola. Drink Coca-Cola.  I want my silver pin to   10 to my daughter."
Joseph bent his small body over the table and  11 the pencil slowly across the paper.
“There's my Bible.(圣經(jīng))”The old woman said. “That's for my daughter, too. I want a  12  Christian burial (基督葬禮) with lots of singing. Write that down, too. That's the last - 13 of a poor old woman.”
The boy labored over the paper. Again he looked out of the window.
“Here. Bring it here so I can  14 it.”
Joseph found the Bible, and,  15  the paper inside, laid it next to the bed.
“  16 me now, boy,” she sighed(嘆氣).“I'm tired.”
He ran out of the house.
A cold wind blew through the  17 window, but the old woman on the bed
  18 nothing. She was dead. The paper in the Bible moved back and forth in the wind.  19 on the paper were some childish letters, which  20 the words, “Coca-Cola. Drink Coca-Cola.”

Mr. West intended to buy his wife a Christmas present, but he was always very busy, so he was never  1 to find time to go to the shops. At last, when it was the week   2 Christmas, and the shops were very crowded, he  3 that he could not wait any longer. He worked in an office, and   4 had lunch in a restaurant, but one day he bought some sandwiches, ate them quickly and went out to a big shop near his office during his lunch   5 .The shop was full of women, who were also buying presents during their lunch hour.
Mr. West stood politely at the edge(邊)of a crowd of women who were   6  forward to try to get to the people who were  7 necklaces and earrings. He tried to move forward slowly, taking his turn with the others, but more and more women were  8  into the shop the whole time and pushing selfishly past him.
After half an hour, he was just as far from the people who were selling the necklaces as he had been   9 he came in, and his lunch hour was coming to an end, so he decided to change his   10  of doing things: he put his head down,  11 a sudden loud shout and started to push his way towards the  12 of the crowd as hard as he could.
The women around him became very  13 when they saw what he was doing, and began to scold him.” Why can’t you behave like a gentleman?” they shouted.
“Ladies,” he   14  them,” I have been behaving like a gentleman for the past half hour, and it has done me no   15 ,so now I am starting to behave like a lady!”