In the faint light of the attic(阁楼), an old man made his way to a pile of boxes. He tilted(倾斜)the top box toward the light and 1 from the box what appeared to be a journal from his grown son's 2.
Opening the yellowed 3, he glanced over a short reading. Even his eyes 4 as he read the words that spoke clear and 5 to his soul. In the absolute 6 of the attic, the words of a six-year-old son worked their magic. They 7 the old man back to a time almost 8 forgotten.
But it was accompanied by the painful 9 . His son's simple recollections (回忆)of those days were far different from his own. But how different？
Reminded that he had kept a 10 journal of his business activities over the years, he 11 his son's journal. Opening a glass cabinet door, he pulled out an old 12 journal. Turning, he sat down at his desk and 13 the two journals beside each other. He ran a long skinny finger over the 14. As though he could 15 what had been worn away with 16 and use.
As he opened his journal, the old man's 17 fell upon his own neat handwriting which was these words18 the whole day fishing with Jimmy, catching nothing！With a 19 sigh, he took Jimmy's journal and found the boy's large letters 20 ：Went fishing with my dad. Best day of my life.
