I’d just got in a taxi at the railway station when suddenly I found one of my suitcases (手提箱) missing. Just then, I saw a young man, not very far, opening it and taking out valuables. “Stop thief! Stop thief!” I shouted and threw open
the car door and rushed out to him, followed by the driver and some passers-by. 60 . My driver caught him by the neck and took out the valuables from his trouser pocket and put them back into my suitcase.
Half an hour later, I sat back in the taxi and breathed a sight of relief (松了一口气). But as I checked those stolen things, I became very surprised, unable to speak. 61 . And a blood test report of a 58-year-old woman appeared. I suddenly realized that the taxi driver must have mistaken the thief’s things and put his into my suitcase.
62 . But this story keeps coming back to me. Was the young man a habitual thief or a dutiful son who had been driven to find money to save his mother’s life? 63 . How I wish I had gone back that afternoon to return the money and the report and say sorry to him. For the first time in my life, I realized that hate and love are very close.
A. My heart aches for him B. Two years has passed since then C. The train left the station very quickly D. Very soon we caught up with the thief E. Before my eyes was 200 yuan instead of 100
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