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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 36 for such a long time，and I’m lonely and forgotten. Sitting here, by myself, all that I can do is 37 and think about my past. I could tell you stories that only 38 would know. 
But walls can’t speak.
I came to this place many years ago，along with an old man…. 39 , he was with me for on1y three short years before he passed on….
For a time, I was left alone, while people came and 40 the house…. Then, one day a nice couple moved in with a young son. 41 , their son Danny liked to stay with me, and I was completely 42 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 43 .…” I sometimes had the kind of idea that he didn’t really understand what I was saying, but it felt good to be 44 . When Danny went off to college，my heart broke. Soon afterward, 45 sold the house.…
New owners came and 46 . 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 47 when, unexpectedly, Danny walked through the front door. He had a 48 and kids now. I was so overjoyed when I saw him that I put all my 49 into my daily activities. ... I spent the next twenty years watching his kids grow up, with a mixture of pride and 50 about what would happen next.
The kids finally became 51 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 52 of all the people who have lived in it. Every second has 53 me so much. I have been 54 them all day and they are almost up for me.... I hope that someday somebody will 55 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.
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解析
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 1 for four generations to become one. The table was always 2 with food from wonderful family recipes（食谱）all containing 3 as the main ingredient（成分）. And always that grandfather clock stood like a trusted old family 4 , sharing our happiness.
As I was a child, the old clock 5 me. I watched and listened to it during meals. I 6 how at different times of the day, that clock would strike with a wonderful 7 . Year after year, the clock struck a part of my 8 , a part of my heart.
Even more wonderful to me was what my grandfather did each day. He 9 wound that clock with a special and magic key, which 10 the clock ticking and striking. He never let that clock wind down and 11 . When we grandkids got a little older, he showed us how to 12 the clock.
Several days after my grandfather died, I entered the dining room, with tears flowing 13 . The clock stood desertedly 14 , seeming smaller and not as magnificent as before. I couldn’t 15 to look at it.
Years later, my grandmother gave me the clock and the key. The old house was quiet. I opened the clock door with my shaking hand. Then 16 , reverently（虔诚地）, I entered the key and wound the clock. It sprang to 17 . Tick – tock , tick – tock, life and chimes were 18 into the dining room, into house and into my 19 . In the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather 20 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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