求两篇英语语法填空第一篇：讲一个男孩的姐姐说世界上没有圣诞老人,而男孩的奶奶说有的.于是带小男孩去商店,给了他十美元,叫他买他需要的东西.小男孩于是想到有一个朋友冬天不出来
求两篇英语语法填空
第一篇：讲一个男孩的姐姐说世界上没有圣诞老人,而男孩的奶奶说有的.于是带小男孩去商店,给了他十美元,叫他买他需要的东西.小男孩于是想到有一个朋友冬天不出来玩,可能没有大衣,于是就买了一件大衣给他.
第二篇：讲一个农民看到他爸爸什么都干不了,于是做了一个木箱子,把他爸爸装进箱子里,走向池塘,想要把他爸爸丢下去.而到池塘后,他爸爸说：“我知道你要干什么,不过在你把我丢下去之前,我给你一个建议吧.把我丢下去,把箱子留着,因为你的儿子可能用得上.”
第一篇文章SantaClaus–TheRealStory
IremembermyfirstChristmasadventurewithGrandma.Iwasjustakid.Iremembertearingacrosstownonmybiketovisither.Ontheway,mybigsisterdroppedthebomb:"ThereisnoSantaClaus,"shejeered."Evendummiesknowthat!"
MyGrandmawasnotthegushykind,neverhadbeen.IfledtoherthatdaybecauseIknewshewouldbestraightwithme.IknewGrandmaalwaystoldtheturth,andIknewthattheturthalwayswentdownawholeloteasierwhenswallowedwithoneofher"world-famous"cinnamonbuns.Iknewtheywreworld-famous,becauseGrandmasaidso.Ithadtobetrue.
Grandmawashome,andthebunswerestillwarm.Betweenbites,Itoldhereverything.
Shewasreadyforme.
“NoSantaClaus?”shesnorted…”Ridiculous!Don’tyoubelieveit!Thatrumorhasbeengoingaroundforyears,anditmakesmemad,plainmad!
Now,putonyourcoat,andlet’sgo.”
“Go?GowhereGrandma“Iasked.Ihadn’tevenfinishedmy2ndworldfamouscinnamonbun…
“Where”turnedouttobeKerby’sGeneralStore,theonestoreintownthathadalittlebitofjustabouteverything.
Aswewalkedthroughitsdoors,Grandmahandedmetendollars.Thatwasabundleinthosedays.
“Takethismoney,”shesaid,“andbuysomethingforsomeonewhoneedsitI’llwaitforyouinthecar.”
ThensheturnedandwalkedoutofKerby’s.
Iwasonlyeightyearsold.I’doftengoneshoppingwithmymother,butneverhadIshoppedforanythingallbymyself.
Thestoreseemedbigandcrowded,fullofpeoplescramblingtofinishtheirChristmasshopping.ForafewmomentsIjuststoodthere,confused,clutchingthatten-dollarbill,wonderingwhattobuy,andwhoonearthtobuyitfor.
IthoughtofeverybodyIknew:myfamily,myfriends,myneighbors,
thekidsatschool,andthepeoplewhowenttomychurch.Iwasjust
aboutthoughtout,whenIsuddenlythoughtofBobbyDecker.Hewasakid
withbadbreathandmessyhair,andhesatrightbehindmeinMrs.
Pollock’sgrade-twoclass.
BobbyDeckerdidn’thaveacoat.Iknewthatbecauseheneverwentoutatrecessduringthecoldweather.
Hismotheralwayswroteanotetellingtheteacherthathehadabad
coughbutalluskidsknewBobbyDeckerdidn’thaveacough,hedidn’t
haveagoodcoat.
Ifingeredtheten-dollarbillwithgrowingexcitement.Iwouldbuy
BobbyDeckeracoat!Isettledonaredcorduroyonethathadahoodto
it.Itlookedrealwarm,andhewouldlikethat.
“IsthisaChristmaspresentforsomeone?”theladybehindthecounteraskedkindly,asIlaidmytendollarsdown.
“Yesma’am,”Irepliedshyly.“It’sforBobby.”Theniceladysmiled
atme,asItoldherabouthowBobbyreallyneededagoodwintercoat.I
didn’tgetanychange,butsheputthecoatinabag,smiledagain,and
wishedmeaMerryChristmas.
Thatevening,Grandmahelpedmewrapthecoat(alittletagfellout
ofthecoat,andGrandmatuckeditinherBible)inChristmaspaperand
ribbonsandwrote,“ToBobby,FromSantaClaus”onit.
GrandmasaidthatSantaalwaysinsistedonsecrecy.Thenshedroveme
overtoBobbyDecker’shouse,explainingaswewentthatIwasnowand
foreverofficially,oneofSanta’shelpers.
Grandmaparkeddow