【推荐1】One morning, I was waiting at the bus stop, worried about being late for school. There were many people       1    (wait) at the bus stop, and some of them looked very anxious and     2    (disappoint). When the bus finally came, we all hurried on board. I got a place next     3     the window, so I had a good view of the sidewalk. A boy on a bike caught my attention. He     4    (ride) beside the bus and waving his arms. I heard a passenger behind me shouting to the driver,     5     he refused to stop     6     we reached the next stop. Still, the boy kept riding. He was carrying something over his shoulder and shouting. Finally, when we came to the next stop, the boy came up to the door of the bus, and I heard an     7    (excite) conversation. Then the driver stood up and asked, “Did anyone lose a suitcase at the last stop?” A woman on the bus shouted, “Oh dear! It’s       8    (I).” She pushed her way to the driver and took the suitcase thankfully. Everyone on the bus began talking about what the boy     9    (do), and the crowd of strangers     10    (sudden) became friendly to one another.

When I think about what makes Christmas so magical, it’s not just gifts and Father Christmas     1     come to mind. It’s also my memory of Granny. I can well remember the last Christmas Granny     2     (spend) with us. On a cold, windy day, Granny moved in. She was very sick. Somehow, I failed to notice it. Granny made     3     effort to help me with my letter to Father Christmas. With her hand     4     (slight) shaky, she wrote “Father Christmas, the North Pole” on the envelope.

In December, we made sugar biscuits, stuffed the turkey and sang Christmas songs. Granny had     5     (patient) to sing my favorite part over and over again. Granny watched as we put up the Christmas tree. I was the one     6     hung most of the decorations on the branches.

On Christmas morning, I was on my best     7     (behave) as we opened the presents. Later, Granny called me over. “I have something special for you,” Granny     8     (whisper). It was a music box with a ballet dancer inside. After breakfast, as I played outside, Granny stayed inside by the fire. I remember     9     (catch) her eye through the window. I called and asked her to join us, but she just waved. Lunch was late, but it was a loud and exciting affair. There was a lot of laughter.

A few weeks after that Christmas, Granny passed     10    . I think of her often. Each Christmas, I always make a G-shape sugar biscuit in memory of Granny and take out the music box, which is also a reminder of Granny.