1 . My husband Adlai and I often went camping to celebrate special occasions. In fact, our anniversary (周年纪念日) was coming up. But this time I felt a sense of _________ . I couldn’t help thinking about my journal (日记本).

For birthdays and anniversaries, _________ giving each other cards that we were not interested in, Adlai and I wrote letters. For nine years, I’d written almost all of mine in a journal. For our eighteenth anniversary, we had gone camping. After a hike, we returned to _________ our letters. But the campsite was _________ by a bear. Our tent fell down. Worst of all, my journal was _________. We searched for hours, but it was _________.

I never _________ . I always wanted to have back those nine years of letters! One day, I came home to find a car in our driveway. Two _________ stood in the yard with Adlai. Adlai held up a weather-beaten book. My journal! The woman and her husband had _________ it weeks earlier in the underbrush. She was __________ when reading my love letters. “We only have your first names, so it is a bit __________ to find you. Luckily, we make it,” the woman said.

As a result of their their__________, I could hug my journal again. I just couldn’t thank them more. There are always people in the world who show__________ to others. What the couple did doesn’t __________ change our lives, but it can certainly change the way we __________ about life.