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阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。It was June, the last day of school. My class of first-graders was feverishly anticipating their summer vacation. To add a joyful flavor, I had some balloons brought in, but for me, this holiday was bittersweet. I'd just moved to this city and couldn't afford to fly back to accompany Dad. He was desperately missing me, for it was his first summer without me.When switching off the light on my way out, I noticed the balloons near the window. Unsure what to do with them, I grabbed the thirteen strings and stuffed them into the backseat of my car. Their rainbow of colors lifted my spirits and gratefully, I didn't feel so alone.As the city was still foreign to me, I decided to go for a drive and soon found myself winding down a stretch of road where the trees overhead covered each other. The branches reminded me of two friends stretching out to greet each other. Before long, a retirement home appeared. It was a place with a feeling of forgottenness and I spotted a man sitting alone in the shade outside.I felt a sudden urge to pull in. But the balloons in my backseat blocked my view-then I knew what to do with them. Opening the door and grabbing one of the strings, I waved to the man, and he smiled. His name was Daniel and he was about Dad's age. When I handed him the balloon, he grinned (咧嘴笑)，"Thanks. It gives a little color to my life." While tying it to his chair, he looked happier than when I arrived. So I smiled, "You're welcome, Daniel. Perhaps I'll see you again sometime."Unexpectedly, he replied, "Perhaps, but probably not. Visitors are always welcome, but rarely come." His words forced me to slide over an old chair next to his. Then we began chatting about our lives and his voice always reminded me of Dad. I'd thought it would be boring talking with a stranger. But it wasn't; it was enlightening — I had been feeling lonely, and so had Daniel, and so had the residents in the retirement home.注意：(1)续写词数应为150个左右：(2)请按如下格式在答题纸的相应位置作答。Then I remembered the other twelve balloons in the backseat._______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Over the next six months, I visited Daniel often._______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 答案：Then I remembered the other twelve balloons in the backseat. An idea sparked. I hurried to the car and returned with the vibrant bunch. Knocking on each resident's door, I offered a balloon and a smile. Faces lit up like children receiving candies. An elderly lady tied hers to a walker, murmuring "Just like my granddaughter's birthday." Soon the courtyard bloomed with floating rainbows. Laughter echoed through the once-silent corridors. As twilight painted the sky, I sat surrounded by storytellers sipping lemonade. Their wrinkled hands patted mine gratefully. For the first time since moving here, loneliness dissolved like sugar in warm tea.Over the next six months, I visited Daniel often. We planted sunflowers by his window, their golden faces tracking the sun like old friends nodding hello. He taught me chess moves from his army days, and I read him newspaper crosswords. Gradually, my students joined our visits, crafting paper cranes with nimble fingers while veterans shared wartime stories. By Christmas, the home buzzed with cookie-baking aromas and carol singers. When Dad finally visited in December, he found me surrounded by silver-haired "adopted grandparents". His eyes glistened as Daniel shook his hand, "Your daughter's brought spring to our winter."

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