完形填空

　　I returned to Abuja, the capital of Nigeria, after college graduation．I had been there before my mother became a minister．

　　Two weeks later, I told my mother I was bored．She said, “Here’re the car keys．Go and buy some fruit．”　　1　　, I jumped into the car and speeded off．

Seeing me or rather my 　　2　　, a boy sprang up(跳起来), 　　3　　 to sell his bananas and peanuts．“Banana 300 naira．Peanut 200 naira!”

　　Looking at his black-striped bananas, I 　　4　　 to 200 total for the fruit and nuts．He 　　5　　．I handed him a 500 naira note．He didn’t have 　　6　　, so I told him not to worry．He was 　　7　　 and smiled a row of perfect teeth．

　　When, two weeks later, I 　　8　　 this same boy, I was more aware of my position in Nigerian society．I should 　　9　　 this country as the son of a 　　10　　．But it was hard to find pleasure in a place where it was so 　　11　　 to see a little boy who should have been in school selling fruit．

　　“What’s up?” I asked．He answered in 　　12　　 English, “I…I no get money to buy book．” I took out two 500 naira notes．He looked around 　　13　　 before sticking his hand into the car 　　14　　 the bills．One thousand naira means a lot to a family that 　　15　　 only 50 000 each year．

　　The next morning, security officers told me, “In this place, when you give a little, people think you’re a fountain of opportunity(机会)．”

　　　　16　　 it’s right, but this happens everywhere in the world．I wondered if my little friend had actually used the money for 　　17　　．

　　After six months’ work in northern Nigeria, I returned and saw him again standing on the road．

　　“Are you in school now?”

　　He nodded．

　　A silence fell as we looked at each other, then I 　　18　　 what he wanted．I held out a 500 naira note．“Take this．” He shook his head fiercely and stepped back 　　19　　 hurt．

　　“It’s a gift, ” I said．

　　Shaking his bead again, he handed me a basket of bananas and peanuts．“I’ve been waiting to 　　20　　 these to you．”

完形填空

　　I returned to Abuja, the capital of Nigeria, after college graduation．I had been there before my mother became a minister．

　　Two weeks later, I told my mother I was bored．She said, “Here’s the car keys．Go and buy some fruit．” 　　1　　, I jumped into the car and speeded off．

　　Seeing me or rather my 　　2　　, a boy sprang up(跳起来), 　　3　　 to sell his bananas and peanuts．“Banana 300 naira．Peanut 200 naira!”

　　Looking at his black striped bananas, I 　　4　　 to 200 total for the fruit and nuts．He 　　5　　．I handed him a 500 naira note．He didn’t have 　　6　　, so I told him not to worry．He was 　　7　　 and smiled a row of perfect teeth．

　　When, two weeks later, I 　　8　　 this same boy, I was more aware of my position in Nigerian society．I should 　　9　　 this country as the son of a 　　10　　．But it was hard to find pleasure in a place where it was so 　　11　　 to see a little boy who should have been in school selling fruit．

　　“What’s up?” I asked．He answered in 　　12　　 English, “I…I no get money to buy book．” I took out two 500 naira notes．He looked around 　　13　　 before sticking his hand into the car 　　14　　 the bills．One thousand naira means a lot to a family that 　　15　　 only 50 000 each year．

　　The next morning, security officers told me, “In this place, when you give a little, people think you’re a fountain of opportunity．”

　　　　16　　 it’s right, but this happens everywhere in the world．I wondered if my little friend had actually used money for 　　17　　．

　　After six months’ work in northern Nigeria, I returned and saw him again standing on the road．

　　“Are you in school now?”

　　He nodded．

　　A silence fell as we looked at each other, then I 　　18　　 what he wanted．I held out a 500 naira note．“Take this．”

　　He shook his head fiercely and stepped back 　　19　　 hurt．

　　“It’s a gift．” I said．

　　Shaking his head again, he handed me a basket of bananas and peanuts．“I’ve been waiting to 　　20　　 these to you．”