完形填空Mr. King was new to the school and to us. He always seemed blue and silent, even though he was a great teacher. Then many students were afraid of him. I wondered if he 1 a hard time or some terrible experiences.
One day, I noticed him 2 alone on the bench in the school garden. I finally gathered up 3 and walked down towards him. Before I came near him, I breathed 4 a few times.
"How are you?" I asked with my voice 5 .
He managed to say, "Fine."
"Well, good to know. "I tried to be relaxed. "Hmm. . ." was all I heard.
"What's up with you? "I asked, then I saw a puzzled look on his face. "I mean, why don't you like all other people in the school? Why are you always so quiet and 6 Why. . ."
"It's hard to explain in a few words, dear. You are just a little girl. What will you understand? I think I'd better 7 those worries to myself" he said slowly,
"But I don't think so, sir. If you share your feelings with me, it'll help to reduce the 8 in your heart."
With that, I realized that it might be 9 to say that-after all, he was my teacher. But I10 tried to persuade him, "I'll be a good listener and I 11 I will never tell anyone. If you tell me your problem, you will have a light heart and you will have the sense that someone 12 you."
"Maybe you're right. . ." said Mr. King, after a moment's silence.
Soon after our little talk, there was a 13 change on his face. Later that day in the class, there's a smile on his face.
, More and more14 might pile up in your heart if you always leave things unsaid. So why not15 your heart and share with others often, even with a child?