2010东北三省四市第一次联考英语

 Night after night，she came to wrap me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then  21 my forehead．

    I don’t remember when it first started   22  me—her hands pushing my hair that way．But it did annoy me，for they felt work-worn and rough  23 my young skin．Finally，one night，I  24 her，“Don’t do that anymore your hands are rough!”She didn’t say   25  in reply．But  26  again did my mother close Out my day with that familiar   27  of her love．

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