I was a self-employed writer. But I had been in a bad 1 since my new neighbor moved in. Whenever I became 2 to write, I could hear a girl singing next door. She didn't sing well at all, even 3 it was absolutely a headache for me. 4 , it became a daily routine for me to 5 . How could I keep up my 6 and go on writing?
One day, it was too noisy and my thoughts were entirely disturbed. I had my husband go to 7 her about the matter. Minutes later, he returned. "That girl is only 17," he 8 with a sad look, "but she has bone cancer." My mind suddenly went 9 ."Her mother said that the more hurtful it is, the louder her daughter sings. It helps her 10 the pain. The poor mother begs our pardon for interrupting us." In a flash, I felt guilty about my thoughtless 11 .
From that day on, I no longer felt anything wrong, and even got used to her singing—I felt as if 12 by the smell of flowers. Afterwards I was on business and happened to know the girl had been admitted into a hospital. When I returned home in late summer, I somehow felt that something was 13 . I couldn't hear the girl next door sing anymore.
" However hard the winds blow, you will stray ( 走 失 ) no more from my 14 …You shall believe that I am brave only with you … "Her singing always 15 in my mind. I hope the voice is everlasting for you, me, and everyone.
