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| When I was a small child, during the war, we were very poor and we lived in a faraway village. One day, on the road, I found the 1 pieces of a mirror. There was a Garman motorcycle accident. I tried to find all the pieces and put them 2 , but it was not possible, so I kept only the 3 piece and I made it round. I could 4 with it as a toy and became greatly attracted by the 5 that I could reflect (反射) light to dark places where the sun would never shine-in 6 holes and some other dark places. It became a 7 for me to get light into the darkest places I could find. I 8 the little mirror, and, as I 9 up, I would take it out when I had nothing to do and 10 the game, As I became a 11 , I grew to understand that this was not 12 a child's game but a metaphor (象征) for what I might do with my life. I came to 13 that I am not the light or the source of light. But light-truth, understanding, knowledge-is 14 , and it will shine in many dark places only if I reflect it. I am just a single piece of a mirror whose 15 design and shape I do not know. 16 , with what I have I can reflect light into the dark places of this 17 -into the black places in the 18 of men-and change some things 19 some people. Perhaps others may see and do the same. This is what I am about. This is the 20 of my life. | ||||
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| One day, Raul was miles away from the small ranch (牧场) house in a large valley. 1 seemed to be all right, yet he felt strange and somewhat uneasy. The wind had picked up, and angry, dark clouds 2 across the sky. He could smell the rain coming. And it did. 3 , the lightning flashed through the clouds, nearly 4 Raul. The thunder (雷声) was so loud that he buried his 5 in his hands and rubbed his eyes. Then he heard it. Hoof beats (蹄声). He 6 . There before him stood a tall, white 7 . An old man stared down at him from its back. "Wh-wh-who are y-y-you?" asked Raul. "My name is Gray Cloud," the old man answered 8 . "Come with me." Raul followed on his horse. A 9 feeling came over him. All 10 them the rain was pouring down, 11 not a drop fell on them. They seemed to be 12 back toward Raul's home. Raul lost track of time. Then all at once he found 13 at the ranch gate. The old man turned his horse, 14 his hand, and smiled. Lightning flashed again. The old man and his horse were 15 . Raul's father ran out across the yard to 16 him. "We have been 17 sick about you. Are you okay? Hurry. Let's get in out of the 18 ." "Wait," said Raul. "Have you ever heard of an old man called Gray Cloud?" "Can't say I … wait. I 19 my great-grandfather used to tell storied about a man called Gray Cloud. He died a long time ago. They say he was 20 by lightning during a terrible thunderstorm. Why do you ask?" | ||||
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| One day, Raul was miles away from the small ranch (牧场) house in a large valley. 1 seemed to be all right, yet he felt strange and somewhat uneasy. The wind had picked up, and angry, dark clouds 2 across the sky. He could smell the rain coming. And it did. 3 , the lightning flashed through the clouds, nearly 4 Raul. The thunder (雷声) was so loud that he buried his 5 in his hands and rubbed his eyes. Then he heard it. Hoof beats (蹄声). He 6 . There before him stood a tall, white 7 . An old man stared down at him from its back. "Wh-wh-who are y-y-you?" asked Raul. "My name is Gray Cloud," the old man answered 8 . "Come with me." Raul followed on his horse. A 9 feeling came over him. All 10 them the rain was pouring down, 11 not a drop fell on them. They seemed to be 12 back toward Raul's home. Raul lost track of time. Then all at once he found 13 at the ranch gate. The old man turned his horse, 14 his hand, and smiled. Lightning flashed again. The old man and his horse were 15 . Raul's father ran out across the yard to 16 him. "We have been 17 sick about you. Are you okay? Hurry. Let's get in out of the 18 ." "Wait," said Raul. "Have you ever heard of an old man called Gray Cloud?" "Can't say I … wait. I 19 my great-grandfather used to tell storied about a man called Gray Cloud. He died a long time ago. They say he was 20 by lightning during a terrible thunderstorm. Why do you ask?" | ||||
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