短文填空 Memories of my sophomore (高二学生)dance {#blank#}1{#/blank#} (be) still vivid in my mind.
It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and I had put on my red party dress and my host mother was doing up my hair. My schoolmate Chris {#blank#}2{#/blank#}(show) up at the front door {#blank#}3{#/blank#} his suit and tie. He handed me a red corsage (小花束)that {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (perfect) matched my dress. We headed for school, and started our dance? To be honest, I am not sure {#blank#}5{#/blank#} I should call what we did “dancing”. We jumped, yelled and laughed with people we knew or had just met for the first time. We twirled in circles, threw our arms in the air and, as my English teacher later put it, ran wild around the place. In those few {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (hour),nothing seemed to matter {#blank#}7{#/blank#} than having fun.
With music playing and everybody {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (have) a good time, Chris asked me a question, "How is the dance different from dances in China?"
“Well, we don't usually have dances in China.”
“What? How do you express {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (you) then?”
{#blank#}10{#/blank#} (lose) in thought. I was silent for a while.
Now, I have an idea for everyone: Just dance.