The half-empty coffee cups, still standing next to their plates, tell of a morning like any other. And
yet, that grey covering of dust that everything 1 tells a different story: it tells of screams, tears, terror
and 2 . Now the restaurant in the World Trade Center will 3 again serve breakfast. And never
again will all those people go there to eat or 4 . So many people whose faces we associate with life
and liveliness are gone
5 . So many words remain 6 , and so much happiness has been destroyed. In their places are
tear-stained(泪水沾湿的) faces.
My generation has seen this. On Monday, a fight with my sister, a bad grade and homework 7 to
be the biggest problems in the world. Tonight, so many across the country know that America's pain
is at its 8 ever.
We have 9 World WarⅡ. But to most of us students, that's an event on a textbook 10 that
would never happen today.
After all, this was a time of 11 and wealth-the United States was powerful and successful. There
would be no more wars, and we were 12 to live in such a time.
But when those planes 13 ; when firefighters with 14 on their faces ran among the parts of the
building that had fallen; when people 15 for their family members; when history was unfolding before
our eyes, in full, clear color-then we knew the world had been changed. 16 how many human beings
turned to ashes in a second, and seeing some jump from the buildings, I know that my generation is
growing up in a world where 17 can still be evil.
But seeing those heroes risk their lives among the castle-like ruins, and seeing the 18 blood
donors at the hospitals, my generation has learned that tears are allowed, that mankind can also be
19 , and that the ghost of evil never 20 the spirit of good. |
