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Mother managed to buy me some more paint and brushes, along with one or two drawing books and a pencil．This, of course, broadened my range of expression and 　　1　　 me to have a greater 　　2　　 of subjects．After the first few weeks of uncertainty and awkwardness, I 　　3　　 contentedly with my new pastime(消遣)．I 　　4　　 every day upstairs in the back bedroom, completely 　　5　　 I was 　　6　　．I didn’t know it then, but I had found a way to be happy again and 　　7　　 some of the things that had made me unhappy．　　8　　 I learnt to forget myself．I didn’t miss 　　9　　 with my brothers now, for I had something to keep my mind 　　10　　, something to make each day a thing to 　　11　　．I would sit on the floor for hours, holding 　　12　　 between my toes, my right leg curled up(蜷缩的)under my left, my arms held tightly at my sides, hands clenched(紧握)．All my paint and brushes were 　　13　　 me, and I 　　14　　 get mother or father to pin(钉住)the drawing paper to the floor with tacks(大头钉)to keep it 　　15　　．It looked like a very awkward position, with my head almost 　　16　　 my knees and my back as crooked as a corkscrew(瓶塞钻)，but I painted all my best pictures 　　17　　, with the wooden floor as my only easel(画架)．Slowly I began to recover from my 　　18　　 depression(消沉)．I had a feeling of pure joy while I painted, 　　19　　 I had never experienced before and 　　20　　 seemed almost to lift me above myself．

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阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，从每题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中，选出最佳选项。

　　I never knew how well Mother could keep a trust until I was going through her things after she died．I discovered something I had 　　1　　 forgotten, something that happened to me as a child．

　　One night, as I lay in bed 　　2　　 my sisters and I had said our prayers, I recalled the events of the day and how 　　3　　 I behaved toward Mother．“I must make things right before going to sleep, ” I thought．

　　Quietly I 　　4　　 out of bed and picked up pencil and paper from the dresser, then tiptoed into the hall．The 　　5　　 from the living room shone dimly．I knew Mother was downstairs mending socks．

　　I quickly 　　6　　 a note asking Mother to forgive me for being so 　　7　　．I didn't want my brothers and sisters to know my 　　8　　, so I added a postscript： “Please don't let anyone see this．” Then I quietly moved 　　9　　 my parents’ bedroom and put the letter under Mother's pillow．

　　The next morning, when I 　　10　　 my bed after breakfast．I unexpectedly found a 　　11　　 note under my pillow．Mother wrote that she loved me and 　　12　　 me．

　　This became my 　　13　　 of apologizing whenever I talked back or disobeyed．Mother always left a return note, but she never 　　14　　 our under-the-pillow messages in front of the family．Even when we were 　　15　　 , she never mentioned them when we brothers and sisters recalled our childhood．

　　When mother 　　16　　 , I had to go through her personal belongings．In her desk was a bundle of notes tied with a faded ribbon．On top was a message in her handwriting．It read, “In the event of my death, please 　　17　　 these．”

　　I 　　18　　 the packet and glanced at the handwriting on the bottom．To my surprise I 　　19　　 my childish writing, “P．S．Please don't let anyone see this．Love, Edie．”

　　I gently placed the unopened bundle in the 　　20　　 along with other things for the rubbish burner．“Lord, ” I prayed “make me like my mother．”

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