Mr. Jenkins lives in a town. He works in a museum. There are a lot of old wonderful things in it. He likes his work and 1 goes to work on time.

    One day he leaves his office at twelve. He goes to eat something. As soon as he goes out of the gate, he meets an old friend of 2. Of course they are very 3. His friend asks him for dinner. In a restaurant they 4 a lot. Then his friend says，“Perhaps you're drunk now. Let me help you to your 5.”

  “No, no,” says Mr. Jenkins. “My office is only two minutes' walk. I 6 go there myself.”

    When his friend leaves, he feels 7 to stand. He is afraid to be late and stops a taxi. When he gets on, the driver asks, “Where are you going, sir?”

  “8 the Park Street.”

  “Oh! 9, sir,” the driver says in a hurry. “It's just the Park Street.”

  “OK!” Mr. Jenkins says and gets off. He brings out some money and throws it to the driver. He 10, “But don't drive so fast next time!”

    We look at the world around us everyday, but somehow we don't manage to see it until what we've become used to suddenly disappeared. That's to say that you may get used to some places and some 1 around you. For example, the neatly-dressed woman I used to see --or look at on my way to work each 2.

    For three years, no matter 3the weather was like, she was always waiting at the bus stop around 8:00 a.m. On 4 days, she wore heavy clothes and a pair of woolen gloves. Summertime turn out clean cotton dresses and a hat pulled low over her sunglasses. 5, she was an ordinary working woman. Of course, I 6all this only after she was seen no more. It was then that I realized how 7I expected to see her each morning. You might say I 8her.

    "Did she have an accident? Something 9?" I thought to myself about her disappearance. Now that she was gone, I felt I had 10her. I began to realize that part of our  11life probably includes such chance meetings with familiar strangers: the milkman you see at dawn, the woman who 12walks her dog along the street ever morning, the twin brothers you see at the library. Such people are 13markers in our lives. They add weight to our 14 of places and belongings.

    Think about it, while walking to work, 15we mark where we are by passing a certain building, why not mark where we are when we pass a familiar, though unnamed , person?

    My father was a self-taught mandolin(曼陀林琴) player. He was one of the best players in our town. He could not 1 music. but if he heard a tune(曲子) a few times, he could play it, When he was young, he was a 2 of a small country music band. They played at local dances and the radio station.

    At home Dad often took out his mandolin and played for the family. We three children sang along.3 played the mandolin like my father. He could 4 your heart with the music that came out of that old mandolin, He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his 5 in his ability to play so well for his family.

    But Dad had to find another 6 in a factory later because the money he made at the band wasn't enough to 7 the family. Unluckily, he had an 8 one day and lost one finger, He couldn't play as 9 as before. From then on, every time we asked him to play, he would make up reasons to 10 down our request. However, we missed his performance so much. 11, he agreed and said, "Okay, but remember, 1 can't hold down on the strings(琴弦) the way I 12 to."

    When he played the old mandolin, it carried us back to a 13 ， happy time in our lives. Dad was that kind of man. 14 was what he was doing all his life. If he could give to 15 others, he would, especially his family. He was always there. sacrificing(牺牲) his time to see that his family had enough in their lives.

    When I was a little girl, I remember that when my dad was repairing something, every time he asked me to 1the hammer(锤子) for him, just so we would have a time for a 2  with each other. I 3  saw my dad drinking or taking a night out. All he did after work was taking care of his family.

    I grew up and left home for college and since then, my dad had been calling me every Sunday morning, no matter what. And when several 4  later I bought a house, my dad was 5  it by himself for three days in the 38℃ summer heat. All he asked was to hold his paint brush and 6  to him. But I was too 7  in those days. I did not find any time for a conversation with my dad.

    One Sunday morning we had a telephone talk 8 usual, I noticed that my dad had   totally 9  some things that we talked lately. I was in a hurry, so our conversation was a bit  10. Few hours later that day came a call. My father was in a  11  with an aneurysm(动脉瘤). Immediately I bought a ticket for a flight and on my way I was thinking about all12occasions(场合) to have a talk with my dad.

    By the time I 13  at the hospital, my father had passed away. Now it was he who did  not have 14  for a conversation with me. After his death, I 15  much more about him, and even more about myself. All he ever asked me was my time. And now he has all my attention every single day.

    My life is always filled with sadness and little joy. However, no matter what happens, I can always face it bravely.

    Last year, I couldn't believe the1that I was allowed to enter the only key high school in my hometown. Then I rushed to my home and told my parents. But my father didn't seem as2as I was.  He just kept smoking without saying a word and my mother put her head down and couldn't help3.

    I knew very well what my family was4. My mum had been ill in bed for 2 years.  We lived a hard life and I couldn't continue my schooling.  I felt so upset but I could say5to my parents. I decided to help my father with his work6my family.

    To my surprise, things completely changed7the beginning of the new term. My head teacher came to my family with some money, which had been8by my schoolmates. He encouraged me," Always have a dream. " With tears in my eyes, I stepped into the key high school.

    I have been studying hard since I entered the high school.  Whenever I meet difficulties, I always9my teacher and schoolmates. I have a college dream and I must work hard for it, no matter10hard life is. Just as a great man says, "When one door shuts, another opens in life."