He really did look like a tourist, with a camera around his neck and a bottle of sunscreen sticking out of his bag. The fat man sat on the terrace (草坪), drinking lemonade, a little bit each time, and _______ to look at a smooth and shiny cruise brochure. His sunglasses_______ his eyes, but I knew he wasn’t looking at the brochure: he hadn’t turned a _______for the last ten minutes.

As I brought him what he had ordered, he coughed up a “thank you” and looked at me _______. I tried not to stare at the tiny scar across his left eyebrow.

I walked back inside with my empty tray (托盘), shaking my head. He looked _______ but I couldn’t quite place him.

Then it _______ me. The car accident. The _______ stranger who helped me out of my smashed car, just before it exploded. I _______ back to his table.   

He was gone.

I moved his saucer and found his tip, along with a _______:

I am deeply ________ to you. The night of your car accident, I was on my way to ________ a jewelry store. Saving your life brought things back in perspective. I now live an honest life, thanks to you. God bless you! Mr. D.

I trembled. The night of my car accident, I was heading for an interview in a shady dance club. Seeing human kindness through his ________ gesture turned my life around and brought________ back into my life.

I ________ the tip he left. Among the one-dollar notes was a 100-dollar note with a pen mark underlining “In God We Trust”, which first appeared on paper money in 1957.   

I said a silent ________ for him and got back to work, smiling.

It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves______on the cool______. In such a season, I liked walking alone in the leave, listening to the sound of them.

Autumn is a______season and life is uninteresting. The free days always get me______. But one day, the sound of a violin______into my ears like a stream flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was______in playing her violin.

I had______seen her before. The music was so attractive that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn’t realize that I had been______there for so long but my______did not seem to disturb her.

Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building______I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only audience. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became______.______we didn’t know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believed she also liked me.

Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening devotedly, the sound suddenly stopped. To my______, the girl came over to me.

“You must like violin,” she said.

“Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.

Suddenly, a______expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual.

“I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that____ me,” she said.

“In fact, it was your playing______gave me a meaningful autumn.” I answered. “Let us be friends.”

The girl smiled and I smiled.

I never heard her play again in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen like before. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine figure of the girl. She is like a______: so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that it makes the autumn beautiful.

There are many kinds of friends. Some are always______you, but don’t understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but are close to you. Many people will step in your life, but only______friends leave footprints.

I shall always recall the autumn and the girl with the______. She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend.

My son Advait is 4 years old. He taught me a beautiful_______today. He called out to me today saying, “Papa, sit down.” That usually means_______everything and sitting down to play with him. So I did that because he would not stop calling out till I_______.He was playing with beads(有孔小珠), threading (穿过) them one by one. As you know, it is a great exercise that helps_______manual skills.

Finally, after he_______playing with the beads, it was time to put them in the box. He slowly _______each bead, looked at it as if it were made of chocolate and then put it into the box.

With over a hundred beads to go, I was getting_______. “Why couldn’t he pick up ten in one go and put them in?” I wondered. Then I_______that he did this with as much involvement as while we were_______earlier. There was no________in his playing and his putting the beads away. My morning would be________. And then it occurred to me that this boy was enjoying the whole________.

Looking at how________my son was putting the beads into the box after he had finished his game________me that the process is the goal. The joy is not in getting there but in every________of the journey.

Isn’t this what living in the NOW is all about? Advait, my son, was showing me that it was about________every moment with complete love and peace. The truest and happiest moments of my________have been the ones when I fully took part in without________the past or the future.

Thank you, my dear boy, for all lessons that you________.I am so________.