Nearly seven years ago, I hitchhiked (搭顺风车) across Canada. It was an exciting experience, which allowed me to look into the 1 of humanity.

    Once, I was dropped off in front of a(n)2 woman, who had pulled over because her  3 had broken down. I approached to make sure she was 4. She assured me she was fine and that her husband was on his way with a truck. So I went back to my 5, standing about 150 metres away. Her husband arrived. And 6 they had picked up the broken-down car, the old couple 7 to bring me back to their place for lunch. I 8 agreed.

    But our 9 was very funny. I could not­for the life of me­figure out what her husband was 10. He spoke English, but his strong accent made it 11 to understand. Every time he spoke to me, I'd have to 12, "I'm sorry, but what did you say?" And every time I said this, his wife would 13: "He saaaaaaid..." and then 14 her husband's words. But we had a good time together.

    This old couple's random 15 was just what I enjoyed about hitchhiking. You have non-stop social interactions(互动) that are authentic but only in a 16 time. A person becomes an important part of your life for an hour or two and then they 17. However, the beauty of these 18 being so kind never gets old.

    Each meeting I had was 19 into my little treasury (宝库) of memories that has begun to 20 with time. But together, they paint a broader picture of harmony in this country.