Last year, I lost my best friend in high school. It seemed that everyone else’s life could just continue on in its  36 way, but mine couldn’t. I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to face  37 and their gossip at school. I was forced to   38 my routine on Monday morning as usual. In the evening I returned home from school  39 completely defeated. All I wanted to do was  40 into bed and wallow（沉迷于）in my own self-pity. I pulled back the covers on my bed and  41 a pile of cards left by my dad. Each card included a（n）  42 that it was to be opened on a  43 night that week.
I made it through that week   44 my father. Each card 45 to say just what I needed to hear. Tuesday’s card said, “The past is painful to think about and the  46 is impossible to imagine. Don’t try. Just take it one minute at a time.” On Wednesday my mood  47 when I read, “What you are feeling now is   48 and normal. It still feels very bad, but it is part of the healing  49 .” Friday’s card contained a poem he wrote. The last lines made me smile through my tears. “Whatever special  50 you face along life’s way, may you  51 that you will find the best in every day.” I was instructed to open the last card  52 the party I went to on Saturday night. In it he wisely reminded me to  53 . “The world isn’t so bad after a good laugh. The more you laugh, the more you heal.” Each card was signed, “Love, Dad.”
My world once collapsed but I  54 the difficult breakup eventually. It owed to my dad , who made his  55 known when he couldn’t be present.

Even though it was only October, my students were already whispering about Christmas plans．With each passing day everyone became more anxious, waiting for the final school bell．Upon its    36   everyone would run for their coats and go home, everyone except David
David was a small boy in ragged clothes．I had often wondered what kind of home life David had, and what kind of mother could send her son to school dressed so   37   for the cold winter months, without a coat, boots, or gloves．But something made David   38 ．I can still remember he was always   39   a smile and willing to help．He always stayed after school to straighten chairs and mop the floor．We never talked much．He   40   just simply smile and ask what else he could do, then thank me for letting him stay and slowly head for home
Weeks passed and the   41   over the coming Christmas grew into restlessness until the last day of school before the holiday break．I smiled in   42   as the last of them hurried out of the door．Turning around I saw David quietly standing by my desk．
"I have something for you．" he said and   43   from behind his back a small box．  44   it to me, he said anxiously, "Open it．" I took the box from him, thanked him and slowly unwrapped it．I lifted the lid and to my surprise saw nothing．I looked at David’s smiling face and back into the box and said, "The box is nice, David, but it’s   45 ．"
"Oh no it isn’t" said David．"It’s full of love．My mum told me before she died that love was something you couldn’t see or touch unless you know it’s there．"
Tears filled my eyes   46  I looked at the proud dirty face that I had rarely given attention to．After that Christmas, David and I became good friends and I never forgot the meaning   47  the little empty box set on my desk．

Several weeks ago, my friend advised us to sell some of our things which we will not use any more. I thought it was a good chance to  46  my 7-year-old son’s room and  47  some toys that were no longer suitable for him to play with. We  48  that all the money we got from selling the toys would be his money.
The night before the  49 , we loaded up the truck with toys and a little bike that was too  50  for him. In the yard he  51  the bike for the last time and then happily put it onto the truck. This little bike had at least two previous owners as far as we  52  . It wasn’t in the best  53  and was certainly not new, but the tires were  54  good.
We put a price of $10 on it, but it didn’t sell. So, after the sale was  55  , my friend put it on the sidewalk with a sign that  56  “FREE BIKE”. Within five minutes her doorbell rang. A little boy was   57  there. In poor English he asked whether the bike was  58  free. She said yes and that he could have it for  59  . He smiled, got on the bike and rode away.
Later that evening when I told my son how much money he had made at the sale, he was very  60  , shouting happily. He asked about a few of his things, wondering  61  they had been sold. When he asked about the bike, I told him about the little boy and that made him  62  . He was much happier than when I told him how much he had  63  . He was so happy to  64  that someone else would make good  65  of that little bike!

Christmas Eve means a warm get-together with friends, a candlelight dinner, or perhaps a celebration at a pub for students. But, for Cai Yingjie, the night has a different meaning: helping beggars（乞丐）and the homeless(people without homes).
Cai, who is a student in journalism at Tsinghua, could be found at Beijing’s Wudaokou Light Railway Station that special evening. When she saw an old beggar, she took the cold, rough hands of the woman with her warm, clean hands, and gave the woman some warm bread and helped her put on a pair of new gloves.
The woman was surprised for a few seconds, then burst into tears, saying “for the first time I feel respected”.
Cai said, “A beggar’s life is very hard. That’s why I want to help them.”
Cai was one of 14 Tsinghua students spending Christmas Eve among the poor. They walked in the cold wind along the streets from 4 to 7 pm on Friday, visiting 15 beggars in Beijing’s Haidian District.
They brought bread and gloves with them, and stopped to greet beggars and offer them some of the warm food. Each beggar greeted them with a look of surprise.
“I know the activity can’t help much, but it’s meant to show our respect and care for beggars and the homeless who have been neglected for so long,” said Sun, head of the group. “And Christmas is a good time for that.”
【小题1】What does Christmas Eve mean to the 14 Tsinghua students?

My earliest bee experience took place at a summer camp. One day our teacher told us to head up the hill nearby. We all began to   31  our destination. The girls took the concrete stairs, but the boys ran   32  up the grassy hill, at the top of which sat a long wooden fence(围栏). Without   33  the boys ahead of me vaulted（跃过） over the fence bravely.
What should I do? Take the stairs and   34  a girl, or jump over the fence and look   35  ? Then I took my chance with the fence. I placed both   36  on the top and jumped, feeling uneasy. I didn’t   37   it. As I tried, my foot   38  on the top of the fence. Down I went! I landed on my backside. I tried to  39   off the accident, but then I felt something moving   40  me. Just then I saw  41  seemed like hundreds of bees flying toward me. I had landed on a beehive（蜂窝）!  I  42  up and rushed as fast as I could. But the bees flew faster. What a/an  43  situation I was in!
My clothes were covered with   44 . I parked myself in the camp and I was at a loss.  45  this, my teacher quickly took off all my clothes but underwear. Bees flew out of my clothes and  46  out of my mouth!
I had gained the  47  of all the campers, but I didn’t feel cool. I had been  48 almost 40 bees stings(蛰) all over my body. I learned a most   49   lesson that day. When we are led by the   50   to show off（炫耀）, we might find ourselves sitting on a beehive.