When I was in the ninth grade, our class went on a trip to San Diego. After we reached our hotel, we decided to have lunch at a(n) _______ restaurant in Old Town. It’s a good chance (机会) to know about the local (当地的) food _______. However, we need to go there in two groups _______ our large number of people.

When we _______ the bus, a teacher said, “We should wait here for about ten minutes. Please don’t leave.” The nearby store had the most beautiful handcrafts (手工艺品), so I _______ to have a look. However, when I went out of the store, _______ was gone. The second group went to the restaurant directly, so no one know I wasn’t _______ them.

_______, I remembered the name of the restaurant and quickly found there. As I reached the restaurant, my teacher worried about me. Seeing me, she said, “Where did you go? I was _______ about to call you.” I told her I didn’t have a phone, ________ I couldn’t answer it.

“Then what’s this number?” My teacher showed me a phone number list. I ________ the number which was quite special to me. It was my home ________. At that time I realized (意识到) that I made a ________. I’m old enough and I should not make my parents ________ me from 200 miles away. And I knew that it was ________ to follow rules.

【推荐2】What is one of the best parts of travelling abroad? It’s the food, of course! It can be a ________ experience to enjoy different foods that are prepared by locals.

I came to know this after my travel in China. Ever since I was a boy, I have always enjoyed eating Chinese food at home in America. But, to be honest, I only ________ about vegetable lo meins（捞面） and spring rolls because these were commonly served in the restaurants near my home. I knew that real Chinese dishes ________ greatly from the ones that could be found in those places. Before I left for China, I felt worried about whether I would really end up enjoying the food or not. After all, I had never been a very brave or open-minded ________ and I wouldn’t put anything new into my mouth.

During my first few days in Beijing, I did not ________ everything that I tried. I especially disliked breakfast. One of the most common breakfast items was baozi. I found it ________ that people ate so much meat for breakfast. But after these first couple of days, I ________ got used to the food. And I fell in love with one of Beijing’s most famous dishes — Peking duck. I especially liked the various tasty sauces and the thin, crispy（酥脆的）duck skin.

As I travelled to some other cities around China, I learned that each place had its own dishes that it ________. I enjoyed rice noodles in Guilin, xiaolongbao in Shanghai, and hot pot in Chengdu. When it was time to return home, I felt upset. I knew that I would ________ the different kinds of foods throughout China.

Through my trip in China, I learned that to truly enjoy Chinese food, one must go directly to China. Yet more importantly, this trip taught me to always have an open mind to ________ things.

When I was in second grade, my friend Resi and I walked to school together every morning. One morning, we took a shortcut and saw a young man, a _________, in the side yard of a house. He was chopping wood and whistling. We _________ who he was. We had never seen a foreigner before.

“Do you think he is one of those _________?” Resi asked. We had heard the adults talk of a small group of Americans being held in an empty house in the village. Resi’s older sister told her that the men were _________ of war who had been caught by the German army.

One morning, after about a week of us walking by, _________, and running away, the American looked up from his woodpile. He _________ and said, “Hi.”

Was he talking to us? What did he say? We had no idea. We didn’t know any English. So, as usual, we _________.

The next morning, Resi greeted me with the mysterious “Hi,” and I did the _________ in return. From then on, every time we passed _________, he waved and repeated his “Hi.” We waved back and said “Hi” in return.

After another week, __________ we turned to leave one morning, he waved and said, “Bye-bye.” Another mysterious English word. We parroted it back: “Bye-bye.”

Another week later, the man came a little __________ to the fence, pointed at his chest, and said, “Frankie.”

“Frankie,” we repeated. Was that his name? __________ laughed and went back to the work.

Resi and I became quite __________ with our “Hi, Frankie; Bye-bye, Frankie”. Sometimes we always     stood and listened to the strange language. “You are my sunshine ....” he sang over and over, __________, until we could repeat it.

One morning, Resi and I arrived at the house, but there was no Frankie. I will never know __________ about Frankie, he left Resi and me a wonderful legacy: our first English lesson and many happy memories.