In the dining room of my grandfather’s house stood a massive grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a   1 for four generations to become one. The table was always   2 with food from wonderful family recipes（食谱）all containing   3 as the main ingredient（成分）. And always that grandfather clock stood like a trusted old family   4 , sharing our happiness.
As I was a child, the old clock  5 me. I watched and listened to it during meals. I   6 how at different times of the day, that clock would strike with a wonderful   7 . Year after year, the clock struck a part of my   8  , a part of my heart.
Even more wonderful to me was what my grandfather did each day. He  9 wound that clock with a special and magic key, which   10 the clock ticking and striking. He never let that clock wind down and   11 . When we grandkids got a little older, he showed us how to   12 the clock.
Several days after my grandfather died, I entered the dining room, with tears flowing   13 . The clock stood desertedly  14 , seeming smaller and not as magnificent as before. I couldn’t   15 to look at it.
Years later, my grandmother gave me the clock and the key. The old house was quiet. I opened the clock door with my shaking hand. Then   16 , reverently（虔诚地）, I entered the key and wound the clock. It sprang to  17 . Tick – tock , tick – tock, life and chimes were  18 into the dining room, into house and into my  19 . In the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather  20 again.

In the dining room of my grandfather’s house stood a massive grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a time for three    36  to become one. The table was always spread with    37   containing love as the main ingredient (成分). And that grandfather clock stood like an old family friend, watching over the    38   that was a part of our lives.
As a child, the old clock fascinated me. I    39  and listened to it during meals. Even more wonderful to me was my grandfather’s ritual (老习惯). He wound (上发条) that clock with a(n)    40   key carefully each day. I remember watching   41   my grandfather took the key from his pocket and opened the hidden door in the clock. He inserted the key and wound — not too much, nor too    42  . He never let that clock wind down and    43 . He showed us grandchildren how to open the door and let us each take    44    winding the key.
After my grandfather died, it was days after the funeral    45  I remembered the clock! The tears    46   freely when I entered the dining room. The clock stood there quiet.
Some time later, my grandmother gave me the key. The old house was   47 . No laughter over the dinner table, no ticking or chiming of the    48   — all was still. I took the key in my shaking hand and    49   the clock door. All of a sudden, I was a    50   again, watching my grandfather with his silver-white hair and blue eyes. He was there,    51   at me, at the secret of the clock's magic, at the key that held so much power.
I stood there,    52   in thought for a long time. Then slowly and    53   I inserted the key and wound the clock. It sprang to life. Tick-tock, tick-tock, life and chimes were breathed into the dining room, into the house and into my    54  . With the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather    55   again.

In the dining room of my grandfather’s house stood a massive grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a   1 for four generations to become one. The table was always   2 with food from wonderful family recipes（食谱）all containing   3 as the main ingredient（成分）. And always that grandfather clock stood like a trusted old family   4 , sharing our happiness.

As I was a child, the old clock  5 me. I watched and listened to it during meals. I   6 how at different times of the day, that clock would strike with a wonderful   7 . Year after year, the clock struck a part of my   8  , a part of my heart.

Even more wonderful to me was what my grandfather did each day. He  9 wound that clock with a special and magic key, which   10 the clock ticking and striking. He never let that clock wind down and   11 . When we grandkids got a little older, he showed us how to   12 the clock.

Several days after my grandfather died, I entered the dining room, with tears flowing   13 . The clock stood desertedly  14 , seeming smaller and not as magnificent as before. I couldn’t   15 to look at it.

Years later, my grandmother gave me the clock and the key. The old house was quiet. I opened the clock door with my shaking hand. Then   16 , reverently（虔诚地）, I entered the key and wound the clock. It sprang to  17 . Tick – tock , tick – tock, life and chimes were  18 into the dining room, into house and into my  19 . In the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather  20 again.

In the dining room of my grandfather’s house stood a massive grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a time for three    36  to become one. The table was always spread with    37   containing love as the main ingredient (成分). And that grandfather clock stood like an old family friend, watching over the    38   that was a part of our lives.

As a child, the old clock fascinated me. I    39  and listened to it during meals. Even more wonderful to me was my grandfather’s ritual (老习惯). He wound (上发条) that clock with a(n)    40   key carefully each day. I remember watching   41   my grandfather took the key from his pocket and opened the hidden door in the clock. He inserted the key and wound — not too much, nor too    42  . He never let that clock wind down and    43 . He showed us grandchildren how to open the door and let us each take    44    winding the key.

After my grandfather died, it was days after the funeral    45  I remembered the clock! The tears    46   freely when I entered the dining room. The clock stood there quiet.

Some time later, my grandmother gave me the key. The old house was   47 . No laughter over the dinner table, no ticking or chiming of the    48   — all was still. I took the key in my shaking hand and    49   the clock door. All of a sudden, I was a    50   again, watching my grandfather with his silver-white hair and blue eyes. He was there,    51   at me, at the secret of the clock's magic, at the key that held so much power.

I stood there,    52   in thought for a long time. Then slowly and    53   I inserted the key and wound the clock. It sprang to life. Tick-tock, tick-tock, life and chimes were breathed into the dining room, into the house and into my    54  . With the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather    55   again.

 In the dining room of my grandfather’s house stood a massive grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a   36  for four generations to become one. The table was always   37  with food from wonderful family recipes（食谱）all containing   38  as the main ingredient（成分）. And always that grandfather clock stood like a trusted old family   39  , sharing our happiness.

As I was a child, the old clock  40  me. I watched and listened to it during meals. I   41  how at different times of the day, that clock would strike with a wonderful   42  . Year after year, the clock struck a part of my   43  , a part of my heart.

Even more wonderful to me was what my grandfather did each day. He 44 wound that clock with a special and magic key, which 45 the clock ticking and striking. He never let that clock wind down and  46 . When we grandkids got a little older, he showed us how to  47 the clock.

Several days after my grandfather died, I entered the dining room, with tears flowing 48 . The clock stood desertedly 49 , seeming smaller and not as magnificent as before. I couldn’t 50 to look at it.

Years later, my grandmother gave me the clock and the key. The old house was quiet. I opened the clock door with my shaking hand. Then   51  , reverently（虔诚地）, I entered the key and wound the clock. It sprang to  52  . Tick tock , tick tock, life and chimes were   53  into the dining room, into house and into my  54  . In the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather   55  again