完形填空

　　I’ve always had strong opinions of how love should be expressed, but others had their own ways of showing care．

　　What I 　　1　　 most about visiting my boyfriend’s parents is the loud tick of the clock in the dining room as we 　　2　　 ate our meal．With so little conversation I was quick to 　　3　　 his family as cold．When we got into the 　　4　　 to go home, his father suddenly appeared．　　5　　, he began to wash his son’s windscreen．I could feel he was a caring man through the glass．

　　I learned another lesson about love a few years later．My father often 　　6　　 me early in the morning．“Buy Xerox．It’s a good sharp price,” he might say when I answered the phone．No pleasant 　　7　　 or inquiry about my life, just financial instructions．This manner of his 　　8　　 me and we often quarreled．But one day, I thought about my father’s success in business and realized that his concern for my financial security lay behind his 　　9　　 morning calls．The next time he called and told me to buy a stock, I 　　10　　 him．

　　When my social style has conflicted with that of my friends, I’ve often felt 　　11　　．For example, I always return phone calls 　　12　　 and regularly contact with my friends．I expect the same from them．I had one friend who rarely called, answering my messages with short e-mails．I rushed to the 　　13　　：She wasn’t a good friend! My anger 　　14　　 as the holidays approached．But then she came to a gathering I 　　15　　 and handed me a beautiful dress I had fallen in love with when we did some window-shopping the previous month．I was 　　16　　 at her thoughtfulness, and regretful for how I’d considered her to be 　　17　　．Clearly I needed to change my expectations of friends．

　　Far too often, I ignored their 　　18　　 expressions, eagerly expecting them to do things in my 　　19　　．Over the years, however, I’ve learned to 　　20　　 other persons, love signs．

完型填空

　　When I was in seventh grade, I was a volunteer at a local hospital in my town．Most of the 　　1　　 I spent there was with Mr．Gillespie．He never had any visitors and nobody seemed to care about his 　　2　　．

　　I spent many days there holding his hand and talking to him, helping with anything that needed to be done．He became a close friend of mine, 　　3　　 he responded with only an occasional squeeze(捏)of my hand．Mr．Gillespie was in a coma(昏迷)．

　　I left for a week to vacation with my parents, and when I came back, Mr．Gillespie was gone．I didn’t have the 　　4　　 to ask any of the nurses where he was, for fear that they might 　　5　　 me he had died．

　　Several 　　6　　 later, when I was a senior in high school, I was at the gas station when I noticed a familiar face．When I 　　7　　 who it was, my eyes filled with tears．He was 　　8　　! I got up the nerve to ask him if his name was Mr．Gillespie, With a(n)　　9　　 look on his face, he replied yes．I 　　10　　 how I knew him, and that I had spent many hours talking with him in the hospital．His eyes welled up with tears, and he gave me the warmest hug I had ever 　　11　　．

　　He began to tell me how, as he lay there comatose(昏迷的), he could hear me talking to him and could 　　12　　 me holding his hand the whole time．Mr．Cillespie 　　13　　 believed that it was my voice and touch that had kept him alive．

　　Although I haven’t 　　14　　 him since, he fills my heart with 　　15　　 every day．I know that I made a difference between his life and his death．