Winters are always long and cold in North China. The winter of 2008 was especially tough in one southwestern city, 1 it became extremely cold and it was also a difficult time for me. What was worse, a(n) 2 injury happened to me and it might keep me in bed for several months, “Just in time for the Spring Festival, ” my mother said to me, sighing. But how could I feel the 3 when the snow was so heavy and I had months of physical 4 ahead? One day I was doing my housework 5 there was a tap against the window from a branch of the troublesome fruit tree. On hearing this, with my eyes closed, slowly, I began to recall the fall of 1995 when somebody placed a pipe from my pump next to the 6 .The earth was soet that it 7 immediately with most its bare roots upward. Seeing this, my mother 8 to pull it out, but I refused . “How hard it’s trying!” I said, 9 the direction of its strong holding of the earth. “It is 10 of a chance to survive.” With tools, we 11 dry soila round the tree and put up some supports into the ground, making it 12 upright. Several months had passed before I could be 13 of it. Surprisingly, when spring returned, my “ rescue 14 ”had grown some leaves and many 15 . In 2009 that little rescue stick had grown into a towering tree. What an unbelievable miracle of life! The day before the Spring Festival, the 16 at the window was continuing, the more fierce wind, the 17 sound, as if to remind me to look up and appreciate its powerful life. That night I slept peacefully having a(n) 18 .In the dream some flowers were coming out 19 . The next morning I stood against the window. 20 the window was the tree bursting with life. Anyway, I had a wonderful Spring Festival that year.