2 . Lisa winked (眨眼) as she placed a warm blanket in my arms. It was a particularly _______ evening in this little Italian mountain village.

Her _______ was the first knock on the door of my temporary (临时的) home in Campania, from my closest _______, a house dress-wearing woman in her 80s with a lovable smile. But there was on _______: Lisa spoke little English and my Italian was very limited (有限的).

I tried very hard to _______ my Italian, but my long hours of studying _______ produced less than 60 seconds of results in Lisa’s living room. In _______ sentences we talked about the weather and how I liked the village. She also _______ me photos of her family. But she spoke too _______ for me to follow. Although Lisa and I speak ________ languages, we found ways to ________. One afternoon when she saw me ________ laundry she shook her finger at me and pointed at the sun. I was ________ until the sun went down and I got wet clothes back into the house. After that, every time we hung laundry, one finger shake and I never again got wet clothes at the end of the day. When it was time to ________, I woke early to take the train. The village was ________. But Lisa broke the silence, calling out from her balcony. I couldn’t understand every word, but I got the main idea: Italiano, Italiano!

3 . Every weekend, my father would go to the park to feed the homeless. I really didn’t understand why my father put so much _________ into it. But I was glad I didn’t have to join him, because I knew how much _________ my father had just getting everything ready.

Then, one Friday night I was _________ a whole wonderful weekend by myself again when my dad came in.

“I need your help tomorrow. Some _________ won’t make it.”

“Dad. I can’t.” I wanted to _________, but failed.

When we arrived, people were already there _________ us. I was _________ that my dad knew most of them by name and even what each one needed. While my father was feeding them, I started handing out some _________. It was at that time that I _________ a girl about my age was barefoot (光脚). I looked into her clear eyes for a moment, __________ believing someone of my age could live like this. It was lucky that we took some __________. “Thank you!” she cried __________ when I handed her the shoes. I felt all __________ inside as I watched her leave.

Now I __________ why my father did so much to help the homeless. I could __________ he loved seeing their smiles of happiness. I did too.

4 . My 12-year-old niece was staying with us for a couple of days. She was remembering some acts of kindness that we did together when she was less than five years old. We talked about how so much had changed. and with the outbreak of COVID-19, how difficult it would be to do so many of those things, especially when it comes to strangers.

The next day, I needed something from the downtown area and happened to take her with me. As we walked around on the street, we heard a beautiful male voice singing a very soulful song. We tuned around to see a middle-aged man sitting on a street comer with his guitar. A couple were sitting on a bench nearby and listening to his music.

After getting a few things done, we happened to sit at an outdoor dining restaurant across from him on the other side of the street. My niece was learning how to sing herself, and she kept smiling and saying how wonderful his singing was. Seeing how moved she was by his music, at the end of our meal, I gave her a ten-dollar bill and asked her to walk across the street and put it in his bowl.

She was a little surprised. “Really? ” she asked with bright eyes. I nodded. So she headed over and as she approached, the man was just finishing a song and started talking to her, and they ended up having a sweet conversation. She told him how touched she was by his music, and he ended up telling her that she made his day. As she was excitedly repeating the conversation back to me, she mentioned, “He didn’t even know how much it was. He was just thankful that someone was enjoying his music. ”

7 . On such a rainy day, I had no intention to drive up the winding hilly road to my daughter Betty’s house. But she had _______ me to see something at the top. So here I was, _______ making the two-hour journey through the thick fog.

I _______ along the dangerous highway. Turning down a narrow track, we _______ and got out. When we turned a corner, we stopped—and I gasped (喘息) in _______. From the top of the mountain, for several acres down across the valleys, were rivers of daffodils (水仙花) in blossom. A variety of _______—from the palest milky to the deepest lemon-shone like a carpet before us.

A flow of _______ filled my mind. Who created such beauty? Why? How? _______ we approached the home that stood in the center of the possessions, we saw a sign _______: “Answers I Know You Are ________. The first was: “One ________—Two Hands, Two Feet, and Very Little Brain.” The second: “One at a Time.” The third “Started in 1968.”

She started almost fifty years ago, probably just at the ________ of an idea, but she kept at it. “Imagine,” I said, “if I’d had a(n) ________ and worked at it, just a little bit every day, what might I have ________?” Betty looked at me sideways, smiling.” Start tomorrow,” she said. “________, start today.”

10 . Norman Cousins was a businessman from the United States who often traveled around the world on business. He enjoyed his work and traveling.

Then, after returning to the United States from a busy and tiring trip to the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (USSR)，Mr. Cousins got sick. Because he had pushed his body to the limit of its strength on the trip, a chemical change began to take place inside him. The material between his bones became weak.

In less than one week after his return, he could not stand. Every move that he made was painful. He was not able to sleep at night.

The doctor told him that they did not know how to cure Mr. Cousins’ problem and he might never get over the illness. Mr. Cousins, however, refused to give up hope.

Mr. Cousins thought that unhappy thoughts were causing bad chemical changes in his body. He did not want to take medicine to cure himself. Instead，he felt that happy thoughts or laughter might cure his illness.       

He began to experiment on himself while still in hospital by watching funny shows on television. Mr. Cousins quickly found that 10 minutes of real laughter during the day gave him two hours of pain-free sleep at night.

Deciding that the doctors could not help him, Mr. Cousins left the hospital and checked into a hotel room where he could continue his experiments with laughter. For eight days，Mr. Cousins rested in the hotel room watching funny shows on television，reading funny books，and sleeping whenever he felt tired. Within three weeks，he felt well enough to take a vacation to Puerto Rico where he began running on the beach for exercise.

After a few months，Mr. Cousins returned to work. He has laughed himself back to health.