Twenty years ago, I was a taxi driver. It was a free and 1 job. I could meet kinds of people because 2my special job. But for me, every time the taxi ride seems to be in the same way: They climbed in, 3behind me, and we talked about things about everyday life. 4they paid me and got off. But there was a woman who I have still remembered ill now. No one5impressed (留下印象) me but her.
It was an afternoon of August. 6an old lady got on the taxi, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Can you drive me through downtown?" "It's not the shortest way, "I answered7.
"Oh, I don't8"she said. "I have enough time. I just want to have a look at those9places. "
"10 would you like to go first? I asked the old lady. "Anyway, you like. "
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. With a smile, she11me the building where she had once worked. We drove through the 12where she and her family had lived before. We passed a large park, where she used to13for health.
At last we drove without saying 14to the address she gave me-a white building. She walked slowly into the hospice (临终关怀医院) after15the taxi. The old lady wanted to remember her good old days in this way before she passed away. And I never forget her smile and happiness on her face.
