In the dining room of my grandfather's house stood a big grandfather's clock. The table was always 1with wonderful food and 2as the main part. And always that grandfather's clock stood like a trusted old family 3, sharing our happiness.
As I was a child, the old clock 4 me. I watched and listened to it during meals. I5how at different times of the day, even more wonderful to me was what my grandfather did each day. He never let that clock wind down and 6. He even showed us how to use the key to wind(上发条) the clock. Year after year, the clock became a part of my 7, a part of my heart. The clock stayed with my grandfather until he passed away.
Several days after my grandfather died, I entered the dining room, with tears flowing8. My grandmother gave me the clock and the key. I opened the clock door with my 9 hand. Then slowly, gently, I entered the key and wound the clock. It began with tick – tock, tick – tock ,10 of the clock was breathed into the dining room, into house and into my 11. In the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather 12 again .
