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　　It was a market day, so people and traffic had been pouring into the town since early morning．　　1　　 it was an old town, even the main street was very 　　2　　 and soon became overcrowded．There was not enough 　　3　　 for all the people on the sidewalk at the roadside, 　　4　　 they overflowed into the road, 　　5　　 danger to their lives from 　　6　　 cars and buses, the drivers of 　　7　　 were constantly blowing their horns(喇叭)to 　　8　　 people to get out of their 　　9　　．

　　Yet it was a(n)　　10　　 scene．Peasants walked along the street, their heads piled high with baskets or beautifully woven blankets which they hoped to 　　11　　 to the townsfolk．Men with carts 　　12　　 their way along, shouting their goods at the top of their 　　13　　．They were selling apples, oranges and grapes－the 　　14　　 of their fields．　　15　　 it all, women in bright summer clothes made their way, laughing and talking, 　　16　　 children rushed in and out of the crowds screaming with laughter when they didn’t ask for something they could not have, or crying with 　　17　　 because they were lost．

　　The noise went on all day．People did not even stop for a meal, but preferred to buy bits of meat cooked over a fire or bread or ice-cream from the street sellers．The 　　18　　 from this and from all the activities of the day began to collect in the street．And finally, when night at last came, the street 　　19　　 and only the rubbish 　　20　　 sadly blowing in the cooling night wind．

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　　Another person's enthusiasm was what set me moving toward the success I have achieved．That person was my stepmother．

　　I was nine years old when she enterd our home in rural Virginia．My father 　　1　　 me to her with these words：“I would like you to meet the fellow who is 　　2　　 for being the worst boy in this county and will probably start throwing rocks at you no 　　3　　 than tomorrow morning．”

　　My stepmother walked over to me, 　　4　　 my head slightly upward,and looked me right in the eye．Then she looked at my father and replied,“You are 　　5　　．This is not the worst boy at all, 　　6　　 the smartest one who hasn't yet found an outlet(释放的途径)for his enthusiasm．”

　　That statement began a(n)　　7　　 between us．No one had ever called me smart, My family and neighbors had built me up in my 　　8　　 as a bad boy．My stepmother changed all that．

　　She changed many things．She 　　9　　 my father to go to a dental school, from which he graduated with honors．She moved our family into the county srat, where my father's career could be more 　　10　　 and my brother and I could be better 　　11　　．

　　When I turned fourteen, she bought me a secondhand 　　12　　 and told me that she believed that I could become a writer．I knew her ernthusiasm, I 　　13　　 it had alreadly improved our lives．I accepted her 　　14　　 and began to write for local newspapers．I was doing the same kind of 　　15　　 that great day I went to interview Andrew Carnegie and received the task which became my life's work later．I wasn't the 　　16　　 beneficiary(受益者)．My father became the 　　17　　 man in town．My brother and stepbrthers became a physician, a dentist, a lawyer, and a college president．

　　What power 　　18　　 has!When that power is released to support the certainty of one's purpose and is 　　19　　 strengthened by faith, it becomes an irresistible(不可抗拒的)force which poverty and temporary defeat can never 　　20　　．

　　You can communicate that power to anyone who needs it．This is probably the greatest work you can do with your enthusiasm．

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　　It was a market day, so people and traffic had been pouring into the town since early morning．　　1　　 it was an old town, even the main street was very 　　2　　 and soon became overcrowded．There was not enough 　　3　　 for all the people on the sidewalk at the roadside, 　　4　　 they overflowed into the road, 　　5　　 danger to their lives from 　　6　　 cars and buses, the drivers of 　　7　　 were constantly blowing their horns(喇叭)to 　　8　　 people to get out of their 　　9　　．

　　Yet it was a(n)　　10　　 scene．Peasants walked along the street, their heads piled high with baskets or beautifully woven blankets which they hoped to 　　11　　 to the townsfolk．Men with carts 　　12　　 their way along, shouting their goods at the top of their 　　13　　．They were selling apples, oranges and grapes－the 　　14　　 of their fields．　　15　　 it all, women in bright summer clothes made their way, laughing and talking, 　　16　　 children rushed in and out of the crowds screaming with laughter when they didn’t ask for something they could not have, or crying with 　　17　　 because they were lost．

　　The noise went on all day．People did not even stop for a meal, but preferred to buy bits of meat cooked over a fire or bread or ice cream from the street sellers．The 　　18　　 from this and from all the activities of the day began to collect in the street．And finally, when night at last came, the street 　　19　　 and only the rubbish 　　20　　 sadly blowing in the cooling night wind．