I was cleaning out an old box when an old card caught my eye : Queen City Casket Company . “What is it?” I wondered . I 36 it over . There, on the back in faded ink, was a hand-scrawled（手寫的） 37 . Immediately my mind traveled 38 many years .
I was nine years old, walking down the cold, wet streets of Springfield, with a bag of magazines on my shoulder . On my 39 that day, I came to that Company finally, whose owner, Mr Rader, had always taken me there to ask his workers 40 they wanted any magazines .
Shaking off the 41 like a wet dog, I entered Mr Rader’s office . After a quick glance he 42 me over to the fire-place . Noticing the 43 in the top of my 44 , he said, “Come with me !” pulling me into his 45 and drove me downtown. We pulled to a stop before a shoe store . Inside, a salesman 46 me with the finest pair of Oxfords I had 47 seen . I 48 several inches tall when I got up 49 them . “ We’d like a pair of new socks too,” Mr Rader said .
Back in his office, Mr Rader took out a 50 , wrote something on it, and handed it to me . With 51 eyes, I read, “Do to others as you would have them do to you.” He said affectionately （深情地）, “Jimmy, I want you to 52 I love you”.
I said good-bye, and for the first time I 53 the hope that things would be 54 . With people like Mr Rader in the world, there was hope, kindness and love, and that would always make a 55 .
A．read B．thought C．turned D．passed
A．address B．list C．message D．information
A．forward B．so C．ahead D．back
A．return B．rounds C．trip D．arrival
A．if only B．how C．whether D．why
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