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　　I was tired and hungry after a long day of work.

　　When I walked into the living room my 12 year-old son looked 1 at me and said,“I love you.” I didn’t know what to say. 2 several seconds all I could do was stand there and 3 down at him. My first thought was he must need 4 with his homework or he was trying to 5 me for some news.

　　Finally I asked,“What was that all about?”

　　“Nothing.”He said,“My teacher said we should 6 our parents that we love them and see what they say. It’s an 7 .”

　　The next day I called his teacher to find out more about this“experiment”and how the other parents had 8 .

　　“Basically, most of the fathers had the 9 reaction as you did.”The teacher said,“When I first 10 we try this, I asked the children what they thought their parents would say. Some of them thought their parents would have heart trouble.”“The 11 is,”the teacher explained,“feeling loved is an important part of 12 . It’s something all human beings 13 . What I am trying to tell the children is that it’s too 14 we all don’t express those feelings. A boy should be 15 to tell his dad that he loves him.”

　　The teacher, a middle-aged man, understands how 16 it is for some of us to say the things that would be good for us.

　　When my son came to me that evening, I held on to him for an extra second. And just 17 he pulled away, I said in my deepest, most manly voice,“Hey, I love you, too.”

　　I don’t know if saying that made either of us healthier, 18 it did feel pretty good. Maybe next time one of my children says,“I love you.”It would not take me a whole 19 to think of the right 20 .

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　　Some years ago, writing in my diary used to be a usual activity. I would return from school and spend the expected half hour recording the day’s events, feelings, and impressions in my little blue diary. I did not really need to express my emotions by way of words, but I gained a certain satisfaction from seeing my experiences forever recorded on paper. After all, isn’t accumulating memories a way of preserving the past?

　　When I was thirteen years old, I went on a long journey on foot in a great valley, well-equipped with pens, a diary, and a camera. During the trip, I was busy recording every incident, name and place I came across. I felt proud to be spending my time productively, dutifully preserving for future generations a detailed description of my travels. On my last night there, I wandered out of my tent, diary in hand. The sky was clear and lit by the glare of the moon, and the walls of the valley looked threatening behind their screen of shadows. I automatically took out my pen….

　　At that point, I understood that nothing I wrote could ever match or replace the few seconds I allowed myself to experience the dramatic beauty of the valley. All I remembered of the previous few days were the dull characterizations I had set down in my diary.

　　Now, I only write in my diary when I need to write down a special thought or feeling. I still love to record ideas and quotations that strike me in books, or observations that are particularly meaningful. I take pictures, but not very often—only of objects I find really beautiful. I’m no longer blindly satisfied with having something to remember when I grow old. I realize that life will simply pass me by if I stay behind the camera, busy preserving the present so as to live it in the future.

　　I don’t want to wake up one day and have nothing but a pile of pictures and notes. Maybe I won’t have as many exact representations of people and places; maybe I’ll forget certain facts, but at least the experiences will always remain inside me. I don’t live to make memories—I just live, and the memories form themselves.

　　51. Before the age of thirteen, the author regarded keeping a diary as a way of ______.

　　A. observing her school routine

　　B. expressing her satisfaction

　　C. impressing her classmates

　　D. preserving her history

　　52. What caused a change in the author’s understanding of keeping a diary?

　　A. A dull night on the journey.

　　B. The beauty of the great valley.

　　C. A striking quotation from a book.

　　D. Her concerns for future generations.

　　53. What does the author put in her diary now?

　　A. Notes and beautiful pictures.

　　B. Special thoughts and feelings.

　　C. Detailed accounts of daily activities.

　　D. Descriptions of unforgettable events.

　　54. The author comes to realize that to live a meaningful life is ______.

　　A. to experience it

　　B. to live the present in the future

　　C. to make memories

　　D. to give accurate representations of it

　　

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　　It was a freezing day, when I picked up a wallet in the street. There was nothing 1 but a letter that was 2 Hellen. On the torn 3 I found the return address, so I called information. The operator asked me to 4 on, and she came back on the 5 soon, she told me that Hellen’s family had 6 their house years ago. Hellen had to 7 her mother in a nursing home.

　　I called and found out that Hellen’s mother had 8 . The woman who answered 9 that Hellen herself was 10 living here.

　　The director waited for me at the 11 of the nursing home. I went up to the third floor. Hellen was an old woman with a warm smile and 12 eyes. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. She took a deep 13 “Young man,”she said,“this was the 14 letter I had written to Mike 60 years ago. I loved him very much. I guess no one ever 15 up to him. I still think of him…”

　　I thanked Hellen and came back to the director. His secretary looked at the wallet 16 and said, “Hey, that’s Mr. Goldstein’s. He’s always losing it. He’s 17 here en the 8th floor. That’s his wallet, for 18 .”

　　We hurried to him and asked 19 he had lost his wallet. Mike felt his back pocket and then said, “Goodness, it’s missing.”

　　When I returned him the wallet and told him where Hellen was, he grew 20 .“When the letter came,” He said,“my life ended. I never married.”

　　We took him to Hellen’s room. They stood, looked at each other for a minute and embraced (擁抱).

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