完形填空

　　About 15 years ago I was studying at a university in Germany．The people with whom I 　　1　　 most of my time were a group of friends．Sometimes we went out together for 　　2　　, but most of the time we did our own parties back at someone's home．First we sat and talked and at some point during the night we 　　3　　 the chairs and tables and started 　　4　　．It may not sound that special when I write about it, 　　5　　 what was special to me was the 　　6　　 we shared for each other．For example, in the eyes you saw support, you saw laughter．You 　　7　　 there was always a shoulder you could lean on．

　　Time passed by and we all went our own ways, 　　8　　 our own goals．I made my way passing Ireland and India for several years．Now just a few days ago I 　　9　　 one of my old friends again．We sat and talked and after 15 years we shared our 　　10　　 again from that time．

　　On my way back home from our 　　11　　 it made me think a lot．My last weeks and months were full of problems, which left me in 　　12　　 spirits．But the meeting and the sweet memories I 　　13　　 with my old friends 　　14　　 all my negative thoughts and feelings, 　　15　　 me warmth and happiness．

　　At this moment I understood me 　　16　　 of helping and supporting each other in a different way．It didn't really 　　17　　 what goal we had all together, but the respect and love and joy we shared with each other 　　18　　 an experience and memory that 　　19　　 forever．It can not be destroyed by negative feelings．No, even better, it can wipe out your 　　20　　 mood and give you support．

完形填空

　　It was a cool October evening．Excitement and family members 　　1　　 the hall．I was only a 7-year-old girl, but I was the center of 　　2　　．Finally, after weeks of preparation, I would 　　3　　 all my hard work in a dance of performance．Everything would be 　　4　　－so I thought．I waited backstage all 　　5　　 in my black tights with a golden belt．In a loud and clear voice, the master of ceremonies 　　6　　 that my class was next．

　　My dance class was doing a routine on wooden boxes two feet by two feet, facing the 　　7　　．All I had to do in the next move was put one foot on the box next to mine and keep my other foot on my box．I really was an 　　8　　 move．I was concentrating so much 　　9　　 the huge smile on my face and holding my head up that I did not look 　　10　　 I was going．I missed my partner's box altogether and 　　11　　．There I was standing on the stage floor when my classmates were on top of their boxes．I could hear giggles(咯咯笑)coming from the audience, and I felt the 　　12　　 rush to my face．I remembered my dance teacher had told us, “If you make a mistake, keep smiling so the audience will not 　　13　　．” I did my best to follow her 　　14　　 as I continued with the routine．

　　When the curtain dropped, so did my 　　15　　 for the evening．I 　　16　　 bitterly, tasting the salt from the tears that streamed down my face．I ran backstage, but no one could 　　17　　 me down．

　　Recently I realized I had been a 　　18　　 that night．I was 　　19　　, but I fought the urge to run off the stage．　　20　　, I finished the routine with a smile on my face．Now when friends and family laugh about the time I slipped during a dance performance, I can laugh too．