“Dad,I'm sure I can do it well this time,I promise.”I said to myself and went up to the stage and began my play …
Finally I (1) from my piano and took a bow to the people in the hall. There was a (2) and then loud applause (掌声)burst out . I knew I (3) it.Tears filled my eyes.Then I (4) three years ago right here when it was my turn to play.I (5)the hall and saw my dad. He sat at the end of a (6) with a serious face.
Suddenly I became(7) . I had practiced my piece for months, (8) then it seemed there was something wrong with my fingers. I forced out some (9) tune and left the stage in tears.I (10) .
On the way home my father didn't say even a word.He just (11) the car in silence.I didn't say anything either. What could I say,really,after what I'd done? I knew how (12) Dad worked to earn enough money (13)my piano. That time he was. (14) to come to a competition,but I let him down.
I didn't remember how we got home. Dad never said a word the entire way home,and he never (15) one of my competitions again. I never got over the hurt of having. (16) the person I most wanted to make proud. I’d (17) more than my competition that afternoon. I felt as if I'd lost the key to my father's heart,and he died before I could (18) it again.
“God,why didn't you give me a (19) to make it up to him?”I'd often asked.
I won first prize in the contest now. How I wish my father could share the (20) moment with me!
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