四、综合填空
Last year, I joined an exchange programme at a Canadian university. 1.
Though/Although
loneliness crossed my mind at the very start, a couple of gentle professors soon brightened my days. They often invited me over for Sunday meals, where we'd stay around long after dinner with coffee, chatting about everything, from the programme's courses to the books that had 2.
deeply
(deep) influenced us. I still remember how they'd lean (靠近) in, eyes lighting up, when we talked about the 3.
touching
(touch) stories that stuck with us.
It was during one of these talks that we discovered we all loved the short stories that 4.
were written
(write) by O. Henry—tales like The Last Leaf and The Gift of the Magi, whose unexpected twists never failed 5.
to surprise
(surprise) us. I once mentioned I even had a Chinese translation of his works at home, and we spent ages 6.
comparing
(compare) how the same lines landed differently in two languages.
When the programme ended, they handed me a small box, and inside was a carefully kept collection of O. Henry's stories, 7.
with
a note written on the cover, "Dear boy, it was a 8.
pleasure
(pleased) sharing these stories with you—take this as a little piece of our Sundays."
Today, the book still 9.
sits
(sit) on my shelf, and whenever I flip (翻阅) through it in my spare time, I'm right back in their kitchen, smelling coffee and talking about the stories we loved. It is truly 10.
a
special gift that connects friendship and literature forever.
