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It was one of the hottest days of the dry season.  If we didn't see any rain soon, we would lose everything.
One day when I was in the kitchen, I saw my six-year-old son, Billy, walking towards the forest. He was clearly trying to be as still as possible.   Several minutes after, he had gone into the forest, he ran out again, towards. the house.  This activity went on for an hour, walking carefully to the forest and running back to the house.  I really wanted to know what Billy was doing.
Finally I followed him into the forest.  I found that he was holding a cup of water. He walked very carefully not to drop the water.
I saw a baby deer lying on the ground.  It lifted its head to drink the water in my son's cup.  After the deer drank up, Billy jumped up and ran back to the house to get more water.  When he saw me, he said, "I'm not wasting. " I found that his eyes were filled with tears.
“I know. " I watched the most beautiful heart working so hard to save another life.Tears ran down my face.  As my tear drops began to hit the ground, other drops and more drops and more suddenly joined them   I looked up at the sky.   It was raining.
Some people would say this was all just a huge coincidence  (巧合).   Those miracles(奇迹)  don't really exist （存在).  Ｉ would like to believe it was a miracle.   All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm just like the actions of one little boy saved a life.
【小题1】We can know the writer was _______.

When I was a kid, I liked summer best. 36 ?  Because I could do what I like. I could go 37 at the pool. I could 38 my beautiful skirts. And of course there 39 no school. But autumn (秋天) is my 40 season now.

Summer is too hot, so I always 41 in the house. I 42 like it. Winter is usually too 43 . I don’t like to go outside and I have to wear lots of warm clothes. In spring (春天) it usually rains. It’s my second favorite season.

Autumn is the best. It isn’t too hot 44 too cold. The temperature (温度) is 45 18℃and 22℃. It’s a great time of the year. I like it.

My earliest memory of dad is grabbing (抓住) his hand while we walked together. As I       older, I remembered my father and I listened to many basketball games on the radio. I always fell asleep                the game was over. When I woke up in the morning, the score sheet (计分表) with the       score on it would be lying next to me. I’ll always remember that.
On cold mornings my father would drive his bread truck by the house. I used to ride on the floor of that bread truck as he delivered (分送) the bread to the stores. The       and the warmth from the bread made me hungry and kept me warm. I’ll always remember that.
My father would attend all my games. One night before an important game my father told me          that he wouldn’t be able to watch the game because he had to deliver the bread and it was a three-hour       from his route. The next day as the game time drew near, I thought about my dad. I happened to look across the field and       saw his bread truck pulling into the stadium. He tried to make the game. I’ll always remember that.
Years later I became a teacher. I’ll never forget the voice on the phone early one morning telling me dad had just been killed in a traffic accident. I could hear my heart beat in my ears. I       up the phone and went back to my bedroom. After that nothing was very important to me. One day I was on the playground when a little boy walked up to me and grabbed my hand. His hand held mine the         way I used to hold my father’s by the last two fingers. At that moment I found my       in life again. You see even though my father was gone, he left something with me. He left me his smile, spirit and touch. My purpose was to use those gifts as he did. From that day I started. I’ll always remember that!

When I was a child, my parents often took me to an old house in a thick forest. No other children ever stayed there. I didn’t even have the choice of playing with a brother or sister.
I could never understand what the attraction(吸引) of the house was, even for my parents, who enjoyed nothing better than to sit in silence with a good book. The woman in the house, my father’s distant cousin, was a terrible cook and her food was inedible.
One day, when I was wandering around the garden behind the house, I noticed a wooden house which had clearly been abandoned(被遗弃的). As I walked towards it, I heard a noise, like an animal moving hurriedly away. Then I saw a man with a long beard standing at the door. I was greatly surprised.
“Please don’t tell them you saw me,” he said. “They never use this place, and I have nowhere else to live.” “Don’t worry,” I said. “I won’t tell anyone. But are you all right out here? I mean—do you have enough to eat?” The old man shook his head.
The same evening, I took a small plastic bag into the dining room and, while no one was looking, emptied some of the food into it. Later, I got out of the back door secretly and gave the food to the old man, whose name I had discovered was Taff.
I had never seen anything else as lovely as the smile of satisfaction on Taff’s face when he ate the food. From then on, my visits to the old house had a purpose, and I enjoyed every minute of the rest of my stay.
【小题1】 How did the writer feel about staying in the old house at first?