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Tick，tock，tick，tock. I’m sitting here，watching the movements of my existence pass slowly away. My house has been 1 for such a long time，and I’m lonely and forgotten. Sitting here, by myself, all that I can do is 2 and think about my past. I could tell you stories that only 3 would know. But walls can’t speak.
I came to this place many years ago，along with an old man…. 4 , he was with me for on1y three short years before he passed on….
For a time，I was left alone，while people came and 5 the house…. Then，one day a nice couple moved in with a young son. 6 , their son Danny liked to stay with me，and I was completely 7 with him. He always looked as if he loved the stories I told，most of which began with. ‘‘Back in my day…” and ‘‘When I was 8 .…” I sometimes had the kind of idea that he didn’t really understand what I was saying，but it felt good to be 9 ． When Danny went off to college, my heart broke. Soon afterward, 10 sold the house.…
New owners came and 11 . Then，One day it so happened that I was in when a new family was moving into the house. You can’t even imagine my 12 when，unexpectedly, Danny walked through the front door. He had a 13 and kids now. I was so overjoyed when I saw him that I put all my 14 into my daily activities. ... I spent the next twenty years watching his kids grow up, with a mixture of pride and 15 about what would happen next.
The kids finally became 16 and Danny sold the house. That was about five years ago…. Some of the local kids have started the rumor that the house is haunted (闹鬼的)--- and，in a way，it is. It is haunted by 17 of all the people who have lived in it. Every second has 18 me so much. I have been 19 them down and they are almost up for me.... I hope that someday somebody will 20 me, and drop in on me again. Maybe then I’ll get a new home and an opportunity for a whole new set of memories.
1. A. crowded B. empty C. painted D. sold
2. A. look back B. enjoy food C. have a dream D. chat with friends
3. A. friends B. learners C. neighbors D. walls
4. A. Luckily B. Happily C. Sadly D. Surprisingly
5. A. looked at B. settled in C. bought in D. sold out
6. A. At last B. At one time C. In the end D. From the beginning
7. A. tired B. friendly C. taken D. fond
8. A. older B. healthier C. better D. younger
9. A. loved B. told C. disliked D. believed
10. A .Danny B. I C. his parents D. the old man
11. A. settled B. went C. lived D. greeted
12. A. pity B. pride C. surprise D. sadness
13. A. friend B. daughter C. son D. wife
14. A. energy B. time C. life D. ideas
15. A. happiness B. dream C. anxiety D. disappointment
16. A. old B. impatient C. adults D. tired
17. A. families B . furniture C. houses D. memories
18. A. impressed B. surprised C. encouraged D. inspired
19. A. putting B. copying C. counting D. taking
20. A. call B. remember C. visit D. attend
1~5 BADCA 6~10 DCDAB 11~15 BCDAC 16~20 CDACB
In the dining room of my grandfather’s house stood a massive grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a time for three 36 to become one. The table was always spread with 37 containing love as the main ingredient (成分). And that grandfather clock stood like an old family friend, watching over the 38 that was a part of our lives.
As a child, the old clock fascinated me. I 39 and listened to it during meals. Even more wonderful to me was my grandfather’s ritual (老习惯). He wound (上发条) that clock with a(n) 40 key carefully each day. I remember watching 41 my grandfather took the key from his pocket and opened the hidden door in the clock. He inserted the key and wound — not too much, nor too 42 . He never let that clock wind down and 43 . He showed us grandchildren how to open the door and let us each take 44 winding the key.
After my grandfather died, it was days after the funeral 45 I remembered the clock! The tears 46 freely when I entered the dining room. The clock stood there quiet.
Some time later, my grandmother gave me the key. The old house was 47 . No laughter over the dinner table, no ticking or chiming of the 48 — all was still. I took the key in my shaking hand and 49 the clock door. All of a sudden, I was a 50 again, watching my grandfather with his silver-white hair and blue eyes. He was there, 51 at me, at the secret of the clock's magic, at the key that held so much power.
I stood there, 52 in thought for a long time. Then slowly and 53 I inserted the key and wound the clock. It sprang to life. Tick-tock, tick-tock, life and chimes were breathed into the dining room, into the house and into my 54 . With the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather 55 again.
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In the dining room of my grandfather’s house stood a massive grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a time for three 36 to become one. The table was always spread with 37 containing love as the main ingredient (成分). And that grandfather clock stood like an old family friend, watching over the 38 that was a part of our lives.
As a child, the old clock fascinated me. I 39 and listened to it during meals. Even more wonderful to me was my grandfather’s ritual (老习惯). He wound (上发条) that clock with a(n) 40 key carefully each day. I remember watching 41 my grandfather took the key from his pocket and opened the hidden door in the clock. He inserted the key and wound — not too much, nor too 42 . He never let that clock wind down and 43 . He showed us grandchildren how to open the door and let us each take 44 winding the key.
After my grandfather died, it was days after the funeral 45 I remembered the clock! The tears 46 freely when I entered the dining room. The clock stood there quiet.
Some time later, my grandmother gave me the key. The old house was 47 . No laughter over the dinner table, no ticking or chiming of the 48 — all was still. I took the key in my shaking hand and 49 the clock door. All of a sudden, I was a 50 again, watching my grandfather with his silver-white hair and blue eyes. He was there, 51 at me, at the secret of the clock's magic, at the key that held so much power.
I stood there, 52 in thought for a long time. Then slowly and 53 I inserted the key and wound the clock. It sprang to life. Tick-tock, tick-tock, life and chimes were breathed into the dining room, into the house and into my 54 . With the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather 55 again.
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