A couple of weeks back，my friend had a yard sale（庭院拍卖会）.She ___________ to sell some of our stuff for us. I thought it would be a good chance to ___________ my 7-year-old son's room and sell some toys that he no longer _______.We agreed that whatever we sold in toys would be his ______.

The night before the sale，we loaded up the ___________ with toys and a little bike that he was now ___________tall for. He had taken the bike for a final spin（高速旋转）___________we left home but ___________ put it on the truck for the sale. This little bike had at least two ___________owners that we knew of. It was not in the best ____________ and it certainly was not shiny new but it was still a bike，and the tires were still good.

We put a price of $ 10 on it but it didn't ____________.So，after the sale was ____________，my friend put it on the sidewalk with a sign that ____________"FREE BIKE". Within five minutes her doorbell rang. A little boy was standing there. His English was not very good but he asked if the bike was really ____________.She said yes and told him that he could have it for nothing. He smiled，jumped on the bike and ____________ away.

Later that evening when I told my son how much money he had ____________ at the yard sale, he was very excited. The next day we were going to take the money to the bank. He asked about a few of his things, ____________ if they had been sold. When he asked about the bike, I told him about the little boy and that he made a big ____________because he got the bike for free. The smiles on my son's face were truly ____________, much more than when I told him how much he had made. He was so excited to hear that someone else would get good ____________out of that little bike.

   My little daughter, you taught me how selfless the real love is!

My wife called, “How long will you be with that _____? Could you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?” I threw the paper away and _____ to the place. My daughter Sindu sat there, tears welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a big bowl of rice.

I _____ the bowl and said, “Sindu, why not take a few mouthfuls of the rice?”

“OK, Dad. I will eat — not just a few mouthfuls, _____ the whole lot of this. But…” Sindu hesitated. “Dad, if I eat the whole rice, will you give me what I _____?”

“Promise,”I _____.

After eating the rice painfully, Sindu came to me, her eyes wide with _____. Now I became a bit _____. I said, “Dear, you shouldn’t insist on _____ a computer or any such ______ things. Dad does not have that kind of money right now.” ______, “I want to have my hair shaved off (剃掉), this Sunday!” was her requirement, which was far ______ my belief.

On Monday morning, I ______ Sindu at her school and watched her walking towards her classroom. She turned around and ______. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy, who just got out of a car, shouted, “Sindu, please wait for me!” What ______ me was the hairless head of that boy.

“Sir, your daughter is ______ indeed!” Without introducing herself, a lady standing beside me continued, “That boy is my son, who lost all his ______ because of a disease. He ______ to come back to school for fearing the unintentional (无意的) but ______ teases (取笑) of the schoolmates. Sindu visited him last week, and promised him that she would take care of the teasing problem. But I ______ imagined she would cut her lovely hair for my son!”

   I was one of the young US soldiers in Saudi Arabia. At one time before the Internet，our only lifeline to friends and family was the mail we sent and received.

One evening the mail soldier called my name and，instead of a letter，handed me a large box from my grandmother in Oklahoma. One of the great hardships of the war for me was the absence of my grandmother's cooking—her fried chicken and onion，corn bread，and，most of all，her desserts. But on that evening I was about to take a gastronomic（美食的） journey home: I opened the box and found two dozen pies made by my grandmother.

A man from New York approached and asked me what I had received. I couldn't answer；my mouth was full of pie. So I just offered him one. “So nice！”he said. “What are they？”He had to wait a few moments for an answer，but eventually I explained. As insurance，I offered him another pie to keep him quiet.

Once a day for the next three weeks，I imagined returning home to my grandmother's kitchen，if only I had had a few sweet bites at a time.

Some of my earliest memories are associated with my grandmother's pies. She had been baking pies since before the Great Depression. She would have astonished the judges on today's TV cooking challenges. I remember coming across a persimmon（柿子）tree once while out hiking. It was autumn，and the fruit was soft and sweet. I picked a few dozen and brought them to Grandma. Guess what！The next day I walked into her kitchen to find a persimmon pie waiting for me.