In the dining room of my grandfather’s house stood a massive grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a time for four generations to become one. The table was always spread with food containing love as the main ingredient(成分). And that grandfather clock stood like an old family friend, watching over the laughter that was a part of our lives.
As a child, the old clock fascinated me. I watched and listened to it during meals. Even more wonderful to me was my grandfather’s ritual. He wound(上发条) that clock with a special key carefully each day. That key was magic to me. It kept our family’s magnificent clock ticking and chiming. I remember watching as my grandfather took the key from his pocket and opened the hidden door in the clock. He inserted the key and wound — not too much, nor too little. He never let that clock wind down and stop. He showed us grandchildren how to open the door and let us each take turns winding the key. I remember the first time I did it I was so excited to be part of this family ritual.
After my grandfather died, it was days after the funeral before I remembered the clock! “Mama! The clock! We’ve let it wind down.” The tears flowed freely when I entered the dining room. The clock stood there quiet. It even seemed smaller without my grandfather’s special touch.
Some time later, my grandmother gave me the clock and the key. The old house was quiet. No laughter over the dinner table, no ticking or chiming of the clock — all was still. I took the key in my shaking hand and opened the clock door. All of a sudden, I was a child again, watching my grandfather with his silver-white hair and blue eyes. He was there, winking at me, at the secret of the clock’s magic, at the key that held so much power.
I stood, lost in the moment for a long time. Then slowly and carefully I inserted the key and wound the clock. I sprang to life. Tick — Tock, tick — tock, life and chimes were breathed into the dining room, into the house and into my heart. In the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather lived again.
63. The best title for the passage can be __________.
A. My Grandfather B. My Family C. Grandfather’s Clock D. The Dining Room
64. The tears flowed freely when the writer entered the dining room because __________.
A. the clock was too small B. the clock stood there quiet
C. Grandfather didn’t wind the clock D. the writer missed Grandfather
65. From the fourth paragraph we can infer that __________.
A. the clock stopped after the writer’s grandfather died
B. there was something wrong with the clock
C. the writer’s hand shook
D. Grandfather was alive again
66. Which of the following sentences is RIGHT according to the passage?
A. Grandfather wound the clock — the more, the better.
B. The clock wasn’t wound for several days after Grandfather died.
C. The clock was wrong after Grandfather died.
D. Grandmother didn’t like the clock.
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