It had been a nice and sunny day. I stepped slowly towards the edge of the cliff and looked out. The __1__ was wonderful. I could __2__ the gentle wind coming from the coast while watching the brilliant sunset.
My dad and I used to enjoy the sunset together on that very __3__. We would also watch the waves crash into the __4__ below. My mother would always annoy us how __5__ it was. I was never worried, __6__ I always felt safe next to my father, who spent most of his life out __7__ in his boat.
I remember one time on his boat I had __8__ off the back and into the cold water accidentally. My dad immediately jumped off to __9__ me. I would never forget that day, and from that point I knew __10__ would prevent my dad protecting me if I was in danger.
As I __11__ there on top of the cliff, I remembered the time I spent with my dad. I looked down sorrowfully at the urn (骨灰瓮) __12__. My father was my rock, someone I could __13__ when I needed him most. But now he was gone, and I felt sorrowful and __14__.
It had always been my father's last __15__ to have his ashes scattered at sea. I __16__ the urn, said a __17__ farewell (告别), and then slowly twisted off the lid. The wind started to change __18__， blowing out towards the sea. I looked last time down at my father's ashes and then __19__ for a moment. Finally, I scattered the contents over the cliff.
I wiped away tears, but it was perfect happiness rather than sadness, because I finally knew the man who __20__ so much to me, my father, was finally at peace.
