thErE onCE livED A poor tAilor who hAD A son CAllEDAlADDin, A CArElEss, iDlE Boy (21) woulD Do nothing But plAy All DAy long in thE strEEts with littlE iDlE Boys likE himsElF. this so griEvED thE FAthEr thAt (22) DiED; yEt, in spitE oF his mothEr’s tEArs AnD prAyErs,AlADDin DiD not (23) his wAys. onE DAy, whEn hE wAs plAying in thE strEEts As usuAl, A strAngEr (24) him iF hE wAs not thE son oF mustAphA thE tAilor. "i Am, sir," rEpliEDAlADDin, "But hE DiED A (25) whilE Ago." on this thE strAngEr, who wAs A (26) mAgiCiAn, FEll on his nECk AnD kissED him sAying: "i Am your unClE, AnD (27) you From your likEnEss to my BrothEr. go to your mothEr AnD tEll hEr i Am Coming."AlADDin rAn homE AnD tolD his mothEr oF his nEwly (28) unClE. "inDEED, ChilD," shE sAiD, "your FAthEr hAD A (29) , But i AlwAys thought hE wAs DEAD、" howEvEr, shE prEpArED suppEr, AnD tolDAlADDin to sEEk his (30) , who CAmE lADEn with winE AnD Fruit. hE FEll Down AnD kissED thE plACE whErE mustAphA usED to sit, tEllingAlADDin’s mothEr not to BE (31) At not hAving sEEn him BEForE, As hE hAD BEEn out oF thE Country For Forty yEArs. hE thEn (32) toAlADDin, AnD AskED him his trADE, At whiCh thE Boy hung his hEAD, whilE his mothEr Burst into tEArs. on lEArning thAtAlADDin wAs iDlE AnD hAD lEArnED (33) trADE, hE oFFErED to gEt A shop For him AnD stoCk it with mErChAnDisE. thE nExt (34) hE BoughtAlADDin A FinE suit oF ClothEs AnD took him All ovEr thE City, showing him thE sights, AnD Brought him homE At nightFAll (35) his mothEr, who wAs ovErjoyED to sEE hEr son DrEssED so FinE.
A、A
B．somE
C．Any
D．no