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My
father was a self-taught mandolin(曼陀林琴)
player. He was one of the best players in our town. He could not 1 music. but if he heard a tune(曲子) a few times, he could play it, When he was young, he was a 2 of a small country music band. They played at
local dances and the radio station.
At
home Dad often took out his mandolin and played for the family. We three
children sang along.3 played the mandolin like my father. He could 4 your heart with the music that came out of
that old mandolin, He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his 5 in his ability to play so well for his family.
But
Dad had to find another 6 in
a factory later because the money he made at the band wasn't enough to 7 the family. Unluckily, he had an 8 one day and lost one finger, He couldn't play
as 9 as before. From then on, every
time we asked him to play, he would make up reasons to 10 down our request. However, we missed his
performance so much. 11, he agreed and said, "Okay, but
remember, 1 can't hold down on the strings(琴弦) the way
I 12 to."
When
he played the old mandolin, it carried us back to a 13 , happy time
in our lives. Dad was that kind of man. 14 was what he was doing all his life. If he
could give to 15 others,
he would, especially his family. He was always there. sacrificing(牺牲) his time to see that his family had enough in their lives.