A nurse took the tired, anxious soldier to the bedside.
“Your son is here,” she said to the old man. She had to        the words several times before the patient’s eyes         .
Heavily sedated(鎮(zhèn)靜) because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly(模糊地) saw the young solider standing beside him. He reached out his hand. The soldier held his      around the old man’s,       a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a        so that the soldier could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young soldier sat there, holding the old man’s hand.      , the nurse suggested that the soldier move away and        for a while.
He        . Whenever the nurse came into the room, the soldier was forgetful of her and of the night        of the hospital－the laughter of the workers, the cries of the other        
Now and then she heard him say a few        words. But the dying man said        , only held to his son all through the night.
The next morning, the old man died. The soldier went to the        . While she did what she had to do, he waited.
      , she returned. She started to offer words of pity,       the soldier stopped her.
“Who was that man?” he asked.
The nurse was      , “He was your father,” she answered.
“No,” the soldier replied. “I        saw him before in my life.”
“Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”
“I knew right away there had been a        , but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t here. When I        that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I      ”

“Now,” Mrs. Virginia DeView said, smiling, “we are going to discover our professions.” The class seemed to be greatly surprised. Our professions? We were only 13 and 14 years old! The teacher must be     . “Yes, you will all be searching for your future     . Each of you will have to      someone in your field, plus give an oral report.”
Each day in her class, Virginia DeView reminded us about this. Finally, I picked print journalism. This      I had to go to interview a true-blue newspaper reporter. I was extremely nervous. I sat down in front of him      able to speak. He looked at me and said, “Did you bring a pencil or pen?”
I shook my head.
“How about some     ?”
I shook my head again.
Finally, I thought he realized I was     , and I got my first big tip as a     . “Never, never go anywhere without a pen and paper. You never know what you’ll run into.” After a few days, I gave my oral report totally from memory in class. I got an A on the entire project.
Years later, I was in college looking around for a new career, but with no success. Then I          Virginia DeView and my desire at 13 to be a journalist. And I called my parents. They didn’t         me. They just reminded me how competitive the field was and      all my life I had run away from competition. This was true. But journalism did something to me: it was in my blood. It gave me the freedom to go up to total strangers and ask what was    .
For the past 12 years, I’ve had the most satisfying reporting career,      stories from murders to airplane crashes and      choosing my strongest area. When I went to pick up my phone one day, an incredible wave of memories hit me and I realized that had it not been for Virginia DeView, I would not be sitting at that desk.
I was      all the time: “How did you pick journalism?”
“Well, you see, there was this teacher …” I always start out. I just wish I could thank her.

The family had just moved．The young woman was feeling a little      ．It was Mother's Day—and 800 miles separated her from her parents．
She had called them that morning，and her mother had      how colorful their backyard was      spring had arrived． Later，she told her husband how she      those lilacs(丁香)in her parents’yard．“I know where we can find some，”he said．“Get the      and come on．”So off they went．
Some time later，they stopped at a hill and there were lilacs all round．The young woman rushed up to the nearest      and buried her face in the flowers．Carefully，she     some．Finally，they returned to their car for the      home．The woman sat smiling，surrounded by her      ．
When they were near home，she shouted“stop”，got off quickly and      to a nearby nursing home．She went to the end of the porch(門(mén)廊)，where a(n)      patient was sitting in her wheelchair，and put the flowers into her lap．The two      ，bursting into laughter now and then．Later the young woman turned and ran back to her      ．As the car pulled away，the woman in the wheelchair      with a smile，and held the lilacs      ．
“Mom，”the kids asked，“      did you give her our flowers?”“It is Mother's Day，and she seems so      while I have all of you．And anyone would be      by flowers．”
This satisfied the kids，but not the husband．The next day he      some young lilacs around their yard．
I was the husband．Now，every May，our yard is full of lilacs．Every Mother’s Day our kids      purple lilacs．And every year I remember that smile of the lonely old woman．

Dae Jang Geum 《大長(zhǎng)今》 is a hot new Korean TV series. Because of this series, my personal status (地位) and living standard have been greatly     . My girlfriend used to cook every evening. Well, now she does nothing but        in front of the TV when she’s not       , and orders me, “You --- go and make some instant noodles. Come and watch the play and just imagine we are enjoying Korean       .”
She once swore (發(fā)誓) to        all Korean dishes in Dae Jang Geum. So she ordered me to        the TV and record any details of Jang Geum’s cooking. But when she presented her version of Korean food, it was like the dog-meal. “You can        get things done if you find the right tool,” my girlfriend blamed her terrible kitchen performances on       . So I decided to       her a new kitchen knife. In a store, she became unusually        when making her selection. She finally picked one that was       Jang Geum’s. To prove that her slow knife skill was because of the blunt (鈍的) knife, she        her cutting. As a result, she hurt her fingers three times. Fortunately the knife was not        the salesman boasted (吹噓).
My girlfriend is a fan of Jang Geum’s Korean       . Not only did she talk about the dress every day, she also threatened to change my tie into a  butterfly knot(蝴蝶結(jié)) like the one on Jang Geum’s dress. Finally, I lost my patience and took her to a maternity (孕婦裝) shop where I recommended one suit to her, “Do you think it looks like a(n)       dress?”  Coincidently(巧合地) , her parents just happened to be shopping at the time. They were        when they saw what we were doing.
The Dae Jang Geum series        encouraging the youth to realize their ambition(雄心,抱負(fù)). However, it fails to realize my girlfriend’s.        being engaged in her work or study, she simply sits on the sofa every night, staring at       , a bag of chips in her hand. This situation has         even though the series is now over.

---Have you paid ? What’s my share of the bill?
---____.It wasn’t very much.

---I’m terribly sorry for having hurt your dog.
--- _________ You didn’t mean it.

--I'm sorry I made a mistake!
- _______ ,Nobody is perfect.

--Thank you for your help.
-- _________.

—Have you been wasting time on computer games again?
—       . I’ve been studying a lot and I need a break.

—We have booked a room for today and tomorrow.
—___________, sir.