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完形填空。 It was the end of the week at the village school. The bell had rung, and the children had run out into the bright sunshine, wild with laughter and fun. All were happy but poor Davy. He came out last and very1. He was in trouble, and the bright, golden sunlight did not make him2. He walked across the yard, and sat down on a stone behind the old maple. A little bird on the highest branch sang just to make him3. But Davy did not notice it. He was thinking of the4words that had been said about his ragged clothes. The5stole out of his eyes, and ran down his cheeks. Poor little Davy had no6, and his mother had to work hard to keep him at school all by herself. He did not wish to trouble his mother; so he 7among the trees , and at last threw himself on the green moss under them. Just then his beloved teacher Mrs. Smith came8. She saw who it was, smith stopped to ask what was the9 . Davy did not speak, but the tears began to start. Mrs. Smith waited patiently10Davy told her all his trouble. When he ended, she said11, “Davy. I have a plan which I think will help you.” “Oh , what is it ?” He said, sitting up with a look of 12while a tear fell upon a blue violet. “Well, how would you like to be a little flower13? And earn money?” “That would be jolly. But where shall I get my flowers?” he asked. “14, my boy, the answer to the question is just right in there15.” said Mrs. Smith. “Here are lively blue violets, down by the brook are white ones, and among the rocks are ferns and mosses. 16them all to my house, and I will help you17them.” Davy nodded and went home happily. Day after day. Davy hunted the woods for the18flowers, and the most beautiful ferns and mosses. After his teacher had helped him with new clothes. But for the19, and sold them. He soon carted enough money to buy new clothes. But for the20of his teacher, he couldn't have solved his problem. Now he could see the bright sunshine and hear the bird's singing.
