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Some people are lucky enough to be born with a good sense of direction and even if they have only visited a place once, they will be able to find it again years later. I am one of those unfortunate people who have an extremely poor sense of direction and I may have visited a place time after time, but I still manage to get lost on my way there.
When I was a teenager, I was so shy that I never dared ask complete strangers the way and so I used to wander round in circles and hope that some miraculous (奇迹的) chance would bring me to the spot I was heading for.
A lot of people do not like to admit that they do not know their hometown and will insist on telling you the way even if they do not know it; others, who are anxious to prove that they know their home town very well, will give you a long list of directions which you cannot possibly hope to remember; and you finally find that you are going in the opposite direction to that in which you should be going.
If anyone ever asks me the way somewhere, I always tell them that I am a stranger to the town in order to avoid causing trouble, but even this can have unpleasant results.
I was once on my way to work when I was stopped by a man who asked me if I would di- rect him to the Sunlight Building. Without hesitation, I gave my usual reply, but I had only walked on a few steps when I realized that he had asked for directions to my office building. However, at this point, I decided it was too late to turn back and search him out of the crowd behind me as I had and appointment to keep at the office with a new client and I did not want to keep him waiting. Imagine my situation when my secretary showed in the very man who had asked for directions to my office and his astonishment when he recognized me as the person he had asked!
According to the passage, the sense of direction is learnt______.
One type of person that is common in many countries is the one who always tries to do as little as possible and to get as much【56】return as he can. His opposite, the man who has【57】for doing more that is strictly【58】and who is ready to accept【59】is offered in return, is【60】everywhere.
Both these types are entirely different【61】their behavior. The man who【62】is always talking about his"【63】"; he thinks that society should【64】him a pleasant, easy life. The man (who is always doing more than【65】) talks of "duties" ; he feels that the 【66】is in debt to society.
The man who tries to do as【67】as he can is always full of【68】. For instance, if he has【69】to do something, it was because he was【70】by bad luck. His opposite is never【71】 busy to take on a (an)【72】piece of work. So it is【73】that if you want something【74】in a hurry, go to the busiest man whom you have【75】in.
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I was eleven when we had to move out of the big old house in which I had spent my whole life. Each time I thought of that, I felt very sad. When the final day came, I ran to a corner and sat alone, trying not to let others see my tears. Suddenly I felt a hand patting me on the shoulder. I looked up, and saw my grandpa. "It isn't easy, is it, my grandson？" he said in a very low voice, sitting down beside me. I nodded through my tears, without a word. We sat silently for a long time. Then he said, "Good-by is such a sad word that it seems too cold for us to use. We must try to avoid it."
Then we walked slowly in the garden, hand in hand, to have a last look at each rock, each tree, each flower. We sat for a while by the small pond which was a favorite place of my grandpa's. "What do you see here, Tommy？" asked the old man. I looked at the water, not knowing what to say, and then replied, "I see something soft and beautiful, Grandpa." He pulled me close to him and said, "It isn't the pond or the trees or the flowers that are beautiful. It is the special place in your heart that makes you feel so." After a while, he continued, "I built the pond, and planted the trees and the flowers a long time ago. I started to build this beautiful home the day my only son was born." He stopped. After a long silence, he murmured(低声说), "One day a terrible war came, and my son, like many other people's sons, went away to fight. Five months later, a telegram came, telling us that my son had passed away...' he couldn't finish his sentence. I saw tears trickle from his eyes. "That afternoon I picked some roses from this place and put them in front of son's portrait (肖像), and said goodbye to him. You know who he was, Tommy？"
"My father？" I asked in a whisper, hoping my grandpa would say no. But he said, "That's rights my dear. ' Ann in arm, we cried. Then the old man held me ups and said softly, "My dear Tom, we axe going to move, but don't say good-bye to our old house, never."
Tom and his grandpa______ the old house.
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