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　　There was one thing that I found rather strange on my first day to work at Monk’s House．The floors in the house were very thin．The bathroom was directly above the kitchen, and when Mrs．Wolf was having her bath before breakfast, I could hear her talking to herself．On and on she went, talked, talked, talked, asking questions and giving herself the answers．I thought there must have been two or three people up there with her．Later Mrs．Woolf explained that Mrs．Woolf always said the sentences out loud what she had written during the night．She needed to know if they sounded right and the bath was a place for trying them out．

　　I was not allowed to make coffee at Monk’s House－Mr．and Mrs．Woolf came into the kitchen at eight o’clock every morning to make it．When we carried the breakfast trays to Mrs．Woolf’s room I noticed that there were pencils and paper beside her bed so that when she woke up she could work, and sometimes it seemed as though she had had very little sleep．

　　Mrs．Woolf’s bedroom was outside the house in the garden．I used to think how inconvenient it must be to have to go out in the rain to go to bed．Her bedroom had been added on to the back of the house; the door faced the garden and a window at the side opened out on to a field．Because the writing room was small．Mr．Woolf had had a large one built for her at the end of the garden against the church wall．

　　I can always remember her coming out of her writing room only for lunch each day．She used to walk down through the thin and very graceful, with large, deep set eyes．She wore long skirts in the fashion of the day, any silk jackets of the same color, which suited her well．I pressed her clothes and did any sewing that was necessary．

　　Her cigarettes were made from a special tobacco called My Mixture．Mr．Woolf bought it for her in London, and in the evenings, they used to sit by the fire and make these cigarettes themselves．

阅读理解

　　There was one thing that I found rather strange on my first day to work at Monk's House．The floors in the house were very thin．The bathroom was directly above the kitchen, and when Mrs．Woolf was having her bath before breakfast, I could hear her talking to herself．On and on she went, talk, talk, talk, asking questions and giving herself the answers．I thought there must have been two or three people up there with her．Later Mr．Woolf explained that Mrs．Woolf always said out loud what she had written during the night．She needed to know if they sounded right and the bath was a good place for trying them out．

　　I was not allowed to make coffee at Monk's House－Mr．and Mrs．Woolf came into the kitchen at eight o'clock every morning to make it．When we carried the breakfast trays to Mrs．Woolf's room I noticed that there were pencils and paper beside her bed so that when she woke up she could work, and sometimes it seemed as though she had had very little sleep．

　　Mrs．Woolf's bedroom was outside the house in the garden．I used to think how inconvenient it must be to have to go out in rain to go to bed．Her bedroom had been added to the back of the house; the door faced the garden and a window opened out onto a field．Because the writing-room was small, Mr．Woolf had had a larger one built for her at the end of the garden against the church wall．

　　I can always remember her coming out of her writing-room only for lunch each day：she used to walk down through the garden smoking one of her favourite cigarettes．She was tall and thin and very graceful, with large, deep-set eyes．She wore long skirts in the fashion of the day, and silk jackets of the same colour, which suited her well．I pressed her clothes and did any sewing that was necessary．

　　Her cigarettes were made from a special tobacco called My Mixture．Mr．Woolf bought it for her in London, and, in the evenings, they used to sit by the fire and make these cigarettes themselves．

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　　Not long before, my daughter's shoes were scratched with a knife．She burst into 　　1　　．I took them to the shoemaker to get them 　　2　　．

　　The young apprentice(学徒)glanced at the opening and said, "　　3　　 I can do except replace the upper．" His master looked at them and said to me, "If you 　　4　　 me, I will add more scratches on both of the shoes．"

　　I was 　　5　　 and asked why．

　　He explained, "As if the openings were made 　　6　　 for the sake of special style and reuse．"

　　Two days later I found there were indeed more scratches on 　　7　　 shoe, but all the openings were patched(打补丁)by soft red leather with edges sewed by thick thread, 　　8　　 more unique and interesting than ever．I couldn't help but 　　9　　 the master's skill．

　　Another time, my wife's sister's white blouse had been torn, leaving a large opening on the back．My wife 　　10　　 the blouse carefully, and then said, "Let me take it 　　11　　 and mend it．"

　　Seeing the blouse again, I was shocked：all the torn parts had been sewed up by thin and 　　12　　 thread and they 　　13　　 a look of ice crystal(冰晶 )hanging from a winter's branch．　　14　　, she had attached a snowman and a cabin made of flowery cotton rags onto the shirt．I 　　15　　 with praise, "It's just as beautiful as a piece of 　　16　　!"

　　"I was inspired by that craftsman．Patches are supposed to be 　　17　　, but a skillful craftsman can make it take on a kind of perfection," replied my wife．

　　Her words inspired me even more：Perfection is 　　18　　 to achieve in everything; Patches are unavoidable, so is human's life．Since you can't 　　19　　 the existence of wound, you should not expect people's 　　20　　 by exposing the wound, which reveals nothing meaningful．

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　　Not long before, my daughter's shoes were scratched with a knife．She burst into 　　1　　．I took them to the shoemaker to get them 　　2　　．

　　The young apprentice(学徒)glanced at the opening and said,“　　3　　 I can do except replace the upper．”His master looked at them and said to me,“If you 　　4　　 me, I will add more scratches on both of the shoes．”

　　I was 　　5　　 and asked why．

　　He explained,“As if the openings were made 　　6　　 for the sake of special style and reuse．”

　　Two days later I found there were indeed more scratches on 　　7　　 shoe, but all the openings were patched(打补丁)by soft red leather with edges sewed by thick thread, 　　8　　 more unique and interesting than ever．I couldn't help but 　　9　　 the master's skill．

　　Another time, my wife's sister's white blouse had been torn, leaving a large opening on the back．My wife 　　10　　 the blouse carefully, and then said,“Let me take it 　　11　　 and mend it．”

　　Seeing the blouse again, I was shocked：all the torn parts had been sewed up by thin and 　　12　　 thread and they 　　13　　 a look of ice crystal(冰晶)hanging from a winter's branch．　　14　　, she had attached a snowman and a cabin made of flowery cotton rags onto the shirt．I 　　15　　 with praise,“It's just as beautiful as a piece of 　　16　　!”

　　“I was inspired by that craftsman．Patches are supposed to be 　　17　　, but a skillful craftsman can make it take on a kind of perfection,”replied my wife．

　　Her words inspired me even more：Perfection is 　　18　　 to achieve in everything; Patches are unavoidable, so is human's life．Since you can't 　　19　　 the existence of wound, you should not expect people's 　　20　　 by exposing the wound, which reveals nothing meaningful．