I wonder {#blank#}1{#/blank#} it is because I haven't been able to be outdoors for so long {#blank#}2{#/blank#} I have grown so crazy about everything to do with nature. I can well remember that there was a time {#blank#}3{#/blank#} a deep blue sky, the song of the birds, moonlight and flowers could never have kept {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(myself) spellbound. That {#blank#}5{#/blank#}(change) since I was there. For example, one evening when it was so warm, I stayed awake {#blank#}6{#/blank#} purpose until half past eleven in order {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(have) a good look at the moon by myself. But as the moon gave for too much light, I didn't dare open a window. Another time five months ago, I happened to be upstairs until the window had to {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(shut). The dark, rainy evening, the wind, the thundering clouds held me {#blank#}9{#/blank#}(entire) in their power; it was the first time in a year and a half that I {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(see) the night face to face.

—Yeah，but I have to consult the telephone book {#blank#}1{#/blank#} his address.

    For Rachael and Leigh Badman, there is only one wish on their Christmas list this year — that their sick daughter Paige should survive until December 25. Fifteen-year-old Paige suffers from {#blank#}1{#/blank#} rare brain condition, {#blank#}2{#/blank#} affects as few as 12 people in the world, and could kill her any day {#blank#}3{#/blank#} warning.

    And her condition has gone even {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(bad) in recent months. Her parents filled the family home with Christmas decorations {#blank#}5{#/blank#} September 1 so she could enjoy the rest of her life. Since then, she has {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(regular) opened Christmas presents and received visitors — but she sleeps for up to 19 hours a day, her parents knowing that each time she closes her eyes, she may never wake up.

    Mrs. Badman {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(describe) dealing with the condition as "like being on death row" as she never knew if {#blank#}8{#/blank#} daughter would wake up the next morning.

    The mother said: "She always loves Christmas and I get my heart broken when I see her {#blank#}9{#/blank#}(suffer) like this. Our best Christmas present would be having Paige with us on Christmas. No matter {#blank#}10{#/blank#} she leaves the world, we make sure that she is always happy."

    Spending my childhood at the farm is a truly unforgettable experience so far. The life {#blank#}1{#/blank#} I led there with my parents was full of attraction, and {#blank#}2{#/blank#} is memory of it yet. I can call back the scenes of sunsets, the mystery of deep forests, the early smells, the faint odors(味道)of wild flowers, the shiny appearance of rain-washed leaves, the gentle sounds of drops when winds {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (shake) the trees, {#blank#}4{#/blank#} the far-off drumming of wood long-tailed birds in the distance of the forests, {#blank#}5{#/blank#} disturbed wild creatures were seen to move through the grass quickly--I can call it all back and make it as real {#blank#}6{#/blank#} it ever was. I can call back the grasslands, and its {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (lonely) and peace, and a huge eagle hanging still in the sky, with his wings spread {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (wide) in the blue sky. I can see the woods in their autumn dress, the oak purple, the hickories(山核桃)washed with gold and the maples shining with crimson (深红的)fires, and I can hear the rustle made by the {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (fall) leaves as we walked through them. I can see the blue bunches of wild grapes hanging {#blank#}10{#/blank#} the leaves, and I remember the taste of them and the smell.