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父亲的“妙手生花” 　　When I was growing up in Ireland during World War Two， I lived in a soldier’s cottage on an acre of land that my adoptive father received because he fought in WW1. He was a tall wellbuilt man， fifty years older than me with toil-worn hands from working as the foreman in the goods’department of the Bagenalstown Railway Station and cultivating the loveliest garden in the cottages. His favorite was the 1）lilac tree that perfumed the parlor through the open window. Hosts of golden 2）daffodils and 3）tulips danced in the spring and 4）wallflowers， 5）peonies， roses and clumps of lavender