1、 （2010·江苏省丰县中学高三期中） My father still looks remarkably like I remember him when I was growing up. What’s different is his gentleness and patience. My son and I had flown to Arizona for a visit, and his 67-year-old 36 was tuning up his guitar to play for the boy. “You know ‘Oh, Give Me a Home Where the Buffalo Roam’?” my father asked. All the while, four-year-old son was 37 on the couch, always touching the strings above his head he wasn’t supposed to and talking 38 .
My father and I were once always disagreeing. We 39 all the classic rebellious teen stuff: shouting matches, my strange-looking friends, clothes and beliefs. I believed that manhood 40 that I stand up to him, even if it meant 41 .
