阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，然后从1--20各题所给的四个选项（A、B、C和D）中，选出最佳选项。

    I often read of incidents of misunderstanding or conflict. I'm left 1 .Why do these people create mistrust and problems, especially with those from other 2 ?

    I was growing up in Kuala Lumpur in the early 1960s, 3 children from different races and religions played and studied 4  in harmony. At that time my family lived a stone's 5 from Ismail's. And no one was bothered that Ismail was a Malay Muslim and I was an Indian Hindu-we just 6 our differences. Perhaps, our elders had not filled our heads with unnecessary advice, well 7 or otherwise.

    We were nine when we became friends. During the school holidays, we'd 8 the countryside on our bicycles, hoping to 9 the unexpected. At times Ismail would accompany my family as we made a rare shopping trip to town. We would be glad of his 10.

    When I was twelve, my family moved to Johor. Ismail's family later returned to their village, and I 11 touch with him.

    One spring afternoon in 1983, I stopped a taxi in Kuala Lumpur. I 12 my destination. The driver acknowledged my 13 but did not move off. Instead, he looked 14 at me. “Raddar?”he said, using my childhood nickname(绰号). I was astonished at being so 15 addressed(称呼). Unexpectedly! It was Ismail! Even after two 16 we still recognized each other. Grasping his shoulder, I felt a true affection, something 17to describe.

    If we can allow our children to be 18 without prejudice, they'll build friendships with people, regardless of race or religion, who will be 19 their side through thick and thin. On such friendships are societies build and20 we can truly be, as William Shakespeare once wrote, “we happy few, we band of brothers”.

    One day I went to a store to get some needed items for my family. I gathered up my goodies and headed for the 1 counter, only to be 2 in the narrow aisle (通道) by a young man who 3 to be about sixteen years old. I wasn't in a hurry, so I 4 waited for the boy to realize that I was there. It was obvious now, he was mentally 5 and a little shocked as he turned and saw me standing so 6 to him, waiting to 7. I said, “Hey Buddy, what's your name?”

    “My name is Denny and I'm 8 with my Mommy,” he responded proudly.

    “Wow,” I said, “that's a(n) 9 name; I wish my name was Denny, but my name is Steve. How old are you Denny?”

    “How old am I now, Mommy?” he asked his mother as she slowly 10 from the next aisle. “You're fifteen years old, Denny”. Then he headed toward the toy section.

    Denny's mom 11 me for taking the time to talk with her son. She told me that most people wouldn't 12 look at him, much less talk to him.

    I told her that it was my 13 and that there are plenty of red, yellow, and pink roses in God's Garden; 14, “Blue Roses” are very 15 and should be appreciated 16 their beauty and distinctiveness.

    You see, Denny is a Blue Rose and 17 someone doesn't stop and 18 that rose with their heart and touch that rose with their kindness, then they've 19 a blessing from God. So, the next time you see a BLUE ROSE, don't turn your head and walk off. 20 to smile and say Hello.

    I have been in love with China since 2010.

    After one year in Zhejiang University,I got a great1—to work as an assistant manager in a big hotel.The best part of this job was that I was the only2,so I got a good chance to understand Chinese culture and practice my3.

    Actually,I have got 4I supposed to.I have got valuable experience,devoted friends and the feeling that I am not laowai anymore.

Guests were pleasantly surprised to see me there,because I was an interpreter,trip adviser,and5guide at the same time,which made their life much6.I met people from all over the world,who came to China for the first time, 7who knew China better than me.8my Chinese colleagues,who had answers to all the questions about9,I could explain why you should10before you buy,why Chinese don't let guests11dinner,why it is not common to book a taxi and why it is better to catch12on the street.I also had chances to13the development of China.

    The waiters and managers were not only my teachers,but14my friends.If I needed help,they were15to help me.I enjoyed our small conversations16they were kind and educated.I was very proud and happy of the fact that all of them17me and I don't feel18anymore.

    The best part of my job was to see people coming19the hotel.When they recognized me,they20share their adventures,burdens,even thoughts with me.It means the world to me.I spent there 8 months and it was a period when I was proud to be who I am.

    When Mom pulled in the driveway, Grandpa Joe was weeding his garden. He stood up and 1 us with wide-open arms. In his muddy gloves and jeans, he looked2 like the well-dressed grandfather I remembered. The super professional bank president who loved numbers had retired(退休) and let his hair run3. I wasn't4 him to look so different.

    After the hugs and kisses, Grandpa couldn't5 to show off his garden, pointing out his almost-ripe tomatoes and 6 about the rabbits eating his lettuce. The man who had been 7 for ages with interest rates(利率) now cared only about gardening.

    Once Mom was gone for business, Grandpa8 me and said, "Now, Anthony, if I remember 9, you like pasta(意大利面) with pesto sauce." I eagerly nodded. "That's perfect!" Grandpa said. "We'll make some."

    We10 some vegetables from the garden, and then drove 15 miles to the nearest grocery, where Grandpa bought cheese and nuts. On the drive home Grandpa asked, "What's the11 of having a grandpa if he never makes you a big home-cooked meal?"

    Then Grandpa showed me how to 12 eggs with flour to make pasta and then how to prepare the sauce. When everything was ready, he proudly 13 me a large plate of pasta. I 14 a forkful into my mouth and it was just15.

    "So," Grandpa said, his eyes16, "what do you think?"

Before answering, I thought about our 17. The garden, the shopping, the 18 "I… I… love it, Grandpa!" I said.

    Then his face broke19 a smile so warm that I was sure I hadn't told him a20.

    I have lived in Keelung for over twenty years. Before 20, I had not traveled abroad. The 1 places I had visited were scenic spots in my hometown. I was always told to come back home right away after school. My two schools were very 2; it took less than fifteen minutes to arrive at the schools from home.

    3 I was a junior-high-school student, after a final exam, a few classmates 4 me to visit Taipei. Needless to say, I was full of 5 and asked Mother for 6 to join this hike. But to my 7, my mother refused my request because she was worried about my 8. In spite of(尽管) the fact, I tried to 9 her, telling her about our destinations and my classmates' 10 experiences of visiting Taipei, but she just said, “Unless parents 11 you, you can't go." I did my best to 12 her but it was all in vain. I faced a dilemma. On the one hand, I knew that Mother's firm disagreement was because my brother was injured in an accident when he was traveling. To be a considerate son, should I 13 my desire? On the other hand, I didn't want to 14 a valuable opportunity to grow up and to be 15. Filled with sadness and anger, I 16 a cold war with Mother. I neither talked with her nor did I go out of my room. Two days later, my mother not only 17 my classmates about the visit but also called their parents to 18 safety problem. Through a number of phone calls, finally she agreed. Before I left, 19, she once again talked about her concern. I listened carefully and patiently and gave her a thankful embrace because I knew that was the way my mother's 20 went.

    Mrs. Hudson walked into the classroom with a girl limping (瘸着走) behind her. She introduced, "This is Margaret. She just moved here from Florida. Let's 1 her." The teacher guided her 2 to a front seat, then bent over and 3 something in her ear. Finishing explaining the math problems, Mrs. Hudson 4,"Milk- break time. See you in ten minutes."

    Boys 5first. "Today, let's meet at the far end of the sidewalk. And make sure the new girl doesn't follow us!" I said. After a while, I came back to the 6. I wanted to find out if Mrs. Hudson liked my book report. With her usual big smile, she began, "Jack, you are a good 7." Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I was a little 8 that Mrs. Hudson liked me so much. Her 9 let me know how much she appreciated having me around. My teacher 10 in her quiet voice. "That's 11 I am sure you will invite Margaret to play with you today." Her 12 words sounded like frozen knives aiming at my heart. Could she 13 suspect what we had been saying about Margaret? Could she know how 14 I was?

    Then I managed to 15 Margaret in our group. While many school memories have 16 over the years, the 17 Mrs. Hudson taught me has stayed with me. Mrs. Hudson gently guided me, 18 me to do the right thing. She believed in me, and 19 what she did, I rose to the level of her 20, both for Margaret long ago and even later in my choice of career.