【摘要】课时作业48The Tang Poems Ⅰ.完形填空 I’m sitting in a quiet hotel room. It’s just past noon, late July, and I’m listening to the __1__ sounds of a lifeordeath struggle going on a few feet away. There’s a small fly burning out the __2__ of its short life’s energies in a fruitless attempt to __3__ through the glass window. The beating wings tell the moving story of the fly’s __4__：Try harder. But it’s not
