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In a
small house outside London lives an old man. People often see him look {#blank#}1{#/blank#}
his flowers in his garden all the time.
One
day, a young painter {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (go) by the old man's house. He looked at
the nice garden and the special room, picturing how happy he would be if he
lived in such a {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (beauty) place. Suddenly he found the old gardener
{#blank#}4{#/blank#} (terrible) blind. Shocked, he walked to the old man and asked, "Why
are you taking care of the flowers every day which you can't see in fact?"
The old man smiled, "I can tell you four reasons. First, I was {#blank#}5{#/blank#}
gardener when I was young and I really love this job. Second, although I can't
see these flowers, I can touch them. Third, I can smell the sweetness of them.
As to the last, it's you."
"Me? But you don't know me,"
answered the painter, still puzzled.
"Yeah,
it's true that I don't know you. {#blank#}6{#/blank#} I know flowers are gifts which everyone
loves. And the beauty of my garden will get many people into a good mood,"
answered the old man,
The words
of the gardener warm me with {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (please). He looked after the
flowers {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (make) others enjoy the warm sunshine in spring. He can't
see the beautiful flowers he planted, just like Beethoven, who can't hear his
wonderful music {#blank#}9{#/blank#} The old man is alone but not lonely. All of his
flowers are his friends and neighbours. They {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (grow) in his heart.
I believe that he can hear the voice of them.