As soon as I saw the cat in our yard, I knew he was a stray (流浪儿). He looked  36 —a wounded warrior with a badly scarred body.
I started putting out food for him each day, but he wouldn’t come near me if other people were  37 . Winter came, and he still wouldn’t  38  us. Then, one day, a car hit him so we took him to the vet’s.
After a week, we were eager to bring him home to  39  our family. But when we went to take the cat home, the vet told us we should put him to  40  immediately because the cat was so fierce and mean that he would  41  become tame , let alone a pet.
But I have always had  42  in love’s power to  43  even the wildest beasts. I told the vet, “I want to take him home.” We  44  him Paws.
Three days went by, and we only knew Paws was  45  the bed because when we walked past it we heard deep growling.
I wanted to somehow let him know he was  46  and loved. So I put on a hard hat and a pair of welding gloves. I  47  under the bed toward Paws, with my face to the  48  and only the top of my head facing him. I  49  out to stroke (抚摩) him gently over and over again.
He growled and tried to  50  and bite me. It was scary—but I knew he couldn’t  51  me, so I just kept going. Slowly, he began to  52 . Then I slid out from under the bed and left the room.
Several hours later, I noticed a cat on the bed. It was Paws—all  53  on the pillows! I couldn’t believe it.
That dear cat became the  54  of our household. Although Paws finally died of cancer, his legacy(遗赠)—my  55  and firm belief in the power of love — lives on.

We had moved from Cairo to Mt. Vernon, Illinois, away from my grandmother when I was eight years old. I missed her  36 . I was told I was her favorite grandchild; she was my favorite granny. Mother must have sensed my  37 , for she would take my little brother and me back to visit my Granny on occasions.
She didn’t live in a big house or have expensive things, but I never  38  it; I just knew she loved me and I loved her back.
We had lived, for a time, next door to her  39  my father was away during World War II.
Granny had never had very much in the way of  40  or material things. But it was the little things she gave me that had always  41 . Things like letting me dip my fingers in the sugar bowl or the coffee she let me drink from her  42_. She allowed me to sit on top of her kitchen table to enjoy those privileges.
She also had a vinegar bottle that sat high on a shelf that was  43 , in my eyes; I asked if I could have it someday. It was given to me in a box after her  44 . She remembered in her last days; love is like that.
She didn’t have much;  45  did we. But she did something for my brother and me. I will always remember she  46  her pennies in a glass jar. I am sure Granny could have used those pennies herself  47  she saved them to give us when we came to  48  her.
I don’t remember how much we  49  on our visits, nor was the  50  important. It was the idea that she remembered us, and cared about us, when we were away from her.
Those  51 , of when I was a child, still give me  52  feelings now. I often wonder, after all those years, when I am lucky enough to find a  53  lying on the ground  54 , if it could possibly be Granny tossing me pennies from  55 .

Like most English children, I learned foreign languages at 36. When I made my first visit 37 the Unites States, I was 38 I could have a nice easy holiday without any 39 problem. But how 40 I was!
At the American airport, I was looking for a public telephone to 41 my friend Jenny I had 41 . A worker asked if he could 43 me. “Yes,” I said. “I want to give my friend a ring.” “Well, that’s nice. Are you getting married?” he asked. “No,” I answered. “I just want to tell her 44 the phone I have arrived.” “Oh,” he said, “there is a 45 downstairs on the first floor.” “But we’re on the first floor now,” I said. “Well, I don’t know what you are 46 about. Maybe you aren’t feeling too well after your 47,” he said. “You just go and wash up, and you will feel a lot better.” And he went 48 , 49 me wondering where on earth I was: at home we wash up after a 50 to get the cups and plates clean. How can I wash up at an airport?
At last we did 51. She 52 the misunderstanding(误会): American say “to give someone a 53 ”, but we English say “ to give someone a ring”. When we say “to wash your hands”, they say “to wash 54”. And Englishmen start numbering from the floor, so the 55 floor is the second for Americans.

When we read books we seem to enter a new world. This new world can be similar to the one we are living in, or it can be very  31  .Some stories are told 32 they were true. Real people who live in a 33 world do real things; in other words, the stories are about people just like us doing what we do. Other stories, such as the Harry Potter books, are not  34 . They are characters and creatures that are very different from us and do things that would be 35 for us.
But there is more to books and writing than this. If we think about it, even realistic writing is only 36 . How can we tell the difference between what is real and what is not real? For example, when we read about Harry Potter ,we  37 seem to learn something about the real world. And when Harry studies magic at Hogwarts, he also learns more about his real life than  38 . Reading, like writing, is an action. It is a way of  39 . When we read or write something ,we do much more than simple look at words on a page. We use our 40--which is real—and our imagination—which is real in a different way --- to make the words come to life in our minds.
Both realism and fantasy(幻想) 41  the imagination and the “magic” of reading and writing to make us think. When we read 42  realistic, we have to imagine that the people we are reading about are just like us, even though we  43 that we are real and they are  44 . It sounds 45 ,but it works. When we read, we fill in missing information and  46 about the causes and effects of what a character does. We help the writer by  47 that what we read is like real life. In a way, we are writing the book, too.
Most of us probably don’t think about what is going on in our 48 when we are reading. We pick up a book and lose  49  in a good story, eager to find out what will happen next. Knowing how we feel  50  we read can help us become better readers, and it will help us discover more about the real magic of books.

For each blank in the following passage there are four words or phrases marked A, B, C and D. Fill in each blank with the word or phrase that best fits the context.
My friend had mentioned that her father had a lot of children’s toys that he was looking to give away. She knew I had a three-year-old daughter so she thought of me first. I told her I would 36   it if I could get some nice things for my daughter, which I wouldn’t otherwise have been able
to  37 .
When I met her father, he began to explain that he was 38  once too and that he would hate to  39  things that could be very 40 . At first, he thought of taking everything to the Salvation Army but then he  41 to see if anyone he knew could use them first.
When he was  42 me around, I saw a bed, a slide(滑板)，a kitchen set and many other things that made me surprised. As my eyes were wide and beginning to tear up a bit, he told me not to feel guilty. He said I was  43 him by getting rid of them.
As I was looking around, I did feel guilty, but I tried to remain more grateful than guilty because he told me to. Every time I tried to  44 him for giving my daughter all these  45 things, he would thank me right back and was grateful that these toys would be put to good use.
So, sometimes when we are helped by others, the others that helped us are helped as a side –effect. In the  46 of charity , it makes sense to feel grateful, but guilt is just as normal, I know we could have lived without a slide, which is why I do feel guilty, but I am grateful all the same because my daughter  47 enjoys all these nice things!