________ my hand while we cross this street.

fe. Each time I thought of that, I felt very sad. When the final day came, I ran to a corner and sat alone, trying not to let others see my tears. Suddenly I felt a hand patting me on the shoulder. I looked up, and saw my grandpa. "It isn't easy, is it, my grandson？" he said in a very low voice, sitting down beside me. I nodded through my tears, without a word. We sat silently for a long time. Then he said, "Good-by is such a sad word that it seems too cold for us to use. We must try to avoid it."

Then we walked slowly in the garden, hand in hand, to have a last look at each rock, each tree, each flower. We sat for a while by the small pond which was a favorite place of my grandpa's. "What do you see here, Tommy？" asked the old man. I looked at the water, not knowing what to say, and then replied, "I see something soft and beautiful, Grandpa." He pulled me close to him and said, "It isn't the pond or the trees or the flowers that are beautiful. It is the special place in your heart that makes you feel so." After a while, he continued, "I built the pond, and planted the trees and the flowers a long time ago. I started to build this beautiful home the day my only son was born." He stopped. After a long silence, he murmured(低声说), "One day a terrible war came, and my son, like many other people's sons, went away to fight. Five months later, a telegram came, telling us that my son had passed away...' he couldn't finish his sentence. I saw tears trickle from his eyes. "That afternoon I picked some roses from this place and put them in front of son's portrait (肖像), and said goodbye to him. You know who he was, Tommy？"

"My father？" I asked in a whisper, hoping my grandpa would say no. But he said, "That's rights my dear. ' Ann in arm, we cried. Then the old man held me ups and said softly, "My dear Tom, we axe going to move, but don't say good-bye to our old house, never."

Tom and his grandpa______ the old house.

A．were too sorry to leave

B．were both unwilling to say goodbye to

C．felt sorry when they were in

D．didn't know that they had to leave

听力原文： In my childhood home, dinner was enjoyed with hushed voices, and the topics open for discussion were very much restricted. We were not allowed to bring up anything that was potentially unappetizing; body functions, bugs, murder and mayhem in general were all strictly forbidden topics. If I had to leave the table to use the toilet, I had to verbally excuse myself without mentioning what it was that I was going to do. "May I be excused, please？ I need to wash my hands." I would say. My mother would say, "Sure." My father would often play a joke on us by saying, "Your hands don't look dirty to me!"

As for eating, we did it quietly. No eating noises were allowed. Everything must be done as quietly as possible. Therefore, we had to eat with our mouths closed. To make a "smacking" noise was, perhaps, the worst offense possible. While drinking soup or coffee or wine "slurping" was also forbidden. If any sound whatever was created by our intake of food or beverage, it constituted bad manners! With that in mind, it was, of course, unthinkable to speak with one's mouth full of food, so speaking only occurred before or after one had taken in food and swallowed it.

How one sits at the table is also prescribed. One is to sit up straight with the recessive hand in one's lap holding a napkin while the dominant hand holds the fork or spoon. The only time one is allowed to have both hands on the table is when one is using a knife to cut something, but as soon as the cutting is done, the recessive hand goes back to the lap. Also, elbows are not allowed on the table. Therefore, one props the arm against the edge of the table just below the elbow. One should never reach for any food on the table; one should ask someone sitting near it to give it to you. "Would you please pass the potatoes？ .... May I trouble you for the salt？" These are phrases that you are likely to hear on any given night of the week at a family dinner.

Which of the following seems an unlikely topic over dinner？

A．The weather is going to be stormy.

B．A child was abused to death by his stepfather.

C．Oscar ceremony.

D．Family reunion at Christmas.

A. Cleaning

B. To clean

C.While cleaning

D. While I was cleaning

being weak, ___61___ a man isn’t supposed to be.

However, last June I ___62___ that courage isn’t all about trying to keep all the pain ___63___ and trying to hide the ___64___. My 18-year-old sister had eloped (私奔) and then I saw how ___65___ my father’s heart was. We were used to ___66___ him as a strong-willed father.

For three days he wouldn’t ___67___. He would just sit ___68___ outside our house in the dark. ___69___ the fourth night, I sat beside him and ___70___ him to tell me what he felt about everything. __71___ many years I haven’t put my hand on my father’s shoulder as we have drifted (疏远) further and further apart while I was growing up. That night we had all cried ___72___ what happened except my father. I sensed my father trying to ___73___ his pain and I wanted him to ___74___ it.

I touched my father and said, “Dad, it’s not your ___75___ .” He began to cry. I ___76___ his shoulders shaking as he whispered. “Where did I go wrong？ All I ever wanted was for my children to grow up ___77___. Why shouldn’t your sister wait？”

I understood then ___78___ he preferred to be in the dark. His tears, though we hadn ’t seen ___79___ before that night, were there all the time. I saw his courage that night ___80___ my father cried with my hand on his shoulder, and understood his pain.

61_________

A.which

B.that

C.whose

D.unless

62A.discovered

B.searched

C.wandered

D.apologized

63A.forward

B.outside

C.inside

D.backward

64A.sounds

B.tears

C.opinions

D.qualities

65A.weak

B.poor

C.lucky

D.honest

66A.looking

B.thinking

C.seeing

D.making

67A.talk

B.say

C.come

D.go

68A.quietly

B.politely

C.gently

D.likely

69A.As

B.On

C.At

D.In

70A.shouted

B.asked

C.pleased

D.demanded

71A.For

B.In

C.Over

D.Of

72A.during

B.in

C.beyond

D.over

73A.controlling

B.being controlled

C.control

D.be controlled

74A.release

B.allow

C.begin

D.create

75A.character

B.task

C.fault

D.duty

76A.touched

B.felt

C.heard

D.imagined

77A.quickly

B.kindly

C.happily

D.eagerly

78A.where

B.why

C.what

D.when

79A.them

B.it

C.him

D.her

80A.when

B.where

C.what

D.who

请帮忙给出每个问题的正确答案和分析，谢谢！

hy a person becomes right-handed or left-handed. It is not true that it is caused by the way in which his parents educate him. In other words, a person is born to be right-handed or left-handed. Moreover, the left-handed and the right-handed "think" differently. Having to use the hand you're not used to can be very upsetting.

One day I tried an experiment: changing hands while eating rice with chopsticks. Being a right-hander, I hoped it would not be too hard for me to take the food with my left hand. Soon after I started, I realized I didn't know what I was doing. So I moved in front of a big mirror in order that I could observe my actions clearly. Looking at myself in the mirror, I found I looked like a man who had never used chopsticks. I became more and more nervous and finally I had to give it up.

My experience shows, being forced to use the hand one Is not used to affects a person's mind. So we should not try to change a left-hander. Some people still think being left-handed, is bad, but lucidly this idea is changing.

Whether a person is right-handed or left-handed results from ______.

A．the education of the parents

B．the education of the teachers

C．the practice of oneself

D．the example of the friends

hand, may hold the key to achieving the peach of mind we seek. (32)The two concepts seem very similar but the differences between them are crucial.

(29)To esteem anything is to evaluate it positively and hold it high regard, but evaluation gets us into trouble because while we sometimes win, we also sometimes lose. To respect something, on the other hand, is to accept it.

The word acceptance suggests to some readers that our culture does indeed deal with this idea of self-respect; after all, don't we have the concept that it is important to accept our limitations？ Aren't many of us encouraged "to change the things we can change, accept the things we cannot change and know the difference between the two？"

(30)The person with self-respect simply likes herself or himself. This self-respect is not dependent on success because there are always failures to contend with, Neither is it a result of comparing ourselves with others because there is always someone better. There are techniques usually employed to increase self-esteem. (31)Self-respect, however, is a given. We simply like ourselves because of who we are and not because of what we can or cannot do.

My recent research, with Judith White and Johnny Walsh at Harvard University, points to the advantage of selfrespect. (32)Compared to those with high self-esteem who are still caught in an evaluative framework, those with self-respect are less prone to blame, guilt, regret, lies, have secrets and stress.

(33)

A．It is the same as self-respect.

B．It is totally different from self-respect.

C．It is to think only the positive even when we lose.

D．It is to evaluate positively and hold high regard.

However, last June I ___62___ that courage isn’t all about trying to keep all the pain ___63___ and trying to hide the ___64___. My 18-year-old sister had eloped (私奔) and then I saw how ___65___ my father’s heart was. We were used to ___66___ him as a strong-willed father.

For three days he wouldn’t ___67___. He would just sit ___68___ outside our house in the dark. ___69___ the fourth night, I sat beside him and ___70___ him to tell me what he felt about everything. __71___ many years I haven’t put my hand on my father’s shoulder as we have drifted (疏远) further and further apart while I was growing up. That night we had all cried ___72___ what happened except my father. I sensed my father trying to ___73___ his pain and I wanted him to ___74___ it.

I touched my father and said, “Dad, it’s not your ___75___ .” He began to cry. I ___76___ his shoulders shaking as he whispered. “Where did I go wrong？ All I ever wanted was for my children to grow up ___77___. Why shouldn’t your sister wait？”

I understood then ___78___ he preferred to be in the dark. His tears, though we hadn ’t seen ___79___ before that night, were there all the time. I saw his courage that night ___80___ my father cried with my hand on his shoulder, and understood his pain.

61_________

A.which

B.that

C.whose

D.unless

62A.discovered

B.searched

C.wandered

D.apologized

63A.forward

B.outside

C.inside

D.backward

64A.sounds

B.tears

C.opinions

D.qualities

65A.weak

B.poor

C.lucky

D.honest

66A.looking

B.thinking

C.seeing

D.making

67A.talk

B.say

C.come

D.go

68A.quietly

B.politely

C.gently

D.likely

69A.As

B.On

C.At

D.In

70A.shouted

B.asked

C.pleased

D.demanded

71A.For

B.In

C.Over

D.Of

72A.during

B.in

C.beyond

D.over

73A.controlling

B.being controlled

C.control

D.be controlled

74A.release

B.allow

C.begin

D.create

75A.character

B.task

C.fault

D.duty

76A.touched

B.felt

C.heard

D.imagined

77A.quickly

B.kindly

C.happily

D.eagerly

78A.where

B.why

C.what

D.when

79A.them

B.it

C.him

D.her

80A.when

B.where

C.what

D.who

听力原文： It is often said that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Perhaps this is why some people frequently move around, looking for better jobs, houses, and so on. No doubt it is possible to make some advantages in this way, but I believe that staying in one place, putting down roots in one community, also has many advantages. That is why I would prefer to spend my life in one place rather than ceaselessly moving around searching for perfection.

One advantage of spending a lifetime in the same community is that I can enjoy long relationship with my friends and neighbors. As these relationships mature, my neighbors and I will come to trust and depend on each other more. In such a community, I will never need to worry when in trouble; there is always a helping hand nearby. Another advantage is that when we live in the same community we will care more about the neighborhood and work hard to improve it. This creates a nicer place for everyone to live. Finally, while we should never stop trying to improve ourselves. It is sometimes better to appreciate the advantages we already have than constantly seeking more. A person who is always seeking will never be content.

In brief, I would prefer to have a permanent home in one community rather than continuously uproot myself and my family in search of something better. I believe that when we care about the place where we live we can always find a way to improve it and ourselves. In the future I will remember to appreciate the grass on my side of the fence.

(30)

A．A person who is always seeking will never be content.

B．We care about the place where we live.

C．The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.

D．It is sometimes better to appreciate the advantages we already have than constantly seeking more.

r thirty-five years ago was not a tall man. But to a five-year-old, he was a giant. We sat side by side, watching the sun go down behind the old Texaco service station across the busy street, a street that I was never allowed to cross unless accompanied by an adult, or at the very least, an older sibling.

Cherry-scented smoke from Grandpa’s pipe kept the hungry mosquitoes at bay while gray, wispy swirls danced around our heads. Now and again, he blew a smoke ring and laughed as I fried to target the hole with ray finger. I, clad in a cool summer night, and Grandpa, his sleeveless T-shirt, sat watching the traffic. We counted cars and tried to guess the color of the next one to turn the corner.

Once again, I was caught in the middle of circumstances. The fourth born of six children, it was not uncommon that I was either too young or too old for something. This night I was both. While my two baby brothers slept inside the house, my three older siblings played with friends around the comer, where I was not allowed to go. I stayed with Grandpa, and that was okay with me. I was where I wanted to be. My grandfather was babysitting while my mother, father and grandmother went out.

"Thirsty？" Grandpa asked, never removing the pipe from his mouth.

"Yes," was my reply.

"How would you like to nm over to the gas station there and get yourself a bottle of Coke？"

I couldn’t believe my ears. Had I heard it right？ Was he talking to me？ On my family’s modest income, Coke was not a part of our budget or diet. A few tantalizing sips was all I had ever had, and certainly never my own bottle.

"Okay," I replied shyly, already wondering how I would get across the street. Surely Grandpa was going to come with me.

Grandpa stretched his long leg out straight and reached his huge hand deep into the pocket. I could hear the familiar jangling of the loose change he always carded. Opening his fist, he exposed a mound of silver coins. There must have been a million dollars there, He instructed me to pick out a dime. After he deposited the rest of the change back into his pocket, he stood up.

"Okay," he said, helping me down the stairs and to the curb, "I’m going to stay here and keep an ear out for the babies. I’ll tell yon when it’s safe to cross. You go over to the Coke machine, get your Coke and come back out. Wait for me to tell you when it’s safe to cross back."

My heart pounded. I clutched my dime tightly in my sweaty palm. Excitement took my breath away.

Grandpa held my hand tightly. Together we looked up the street and down, and back up again. He stepped off the curb and told me it was safe to cross. He let go of my hand and I ran. I ran faster than I had ever run before. The street seemed wide. I wondered if I would make it to the other side. Reaching the other side, I turned to fred Grandpa. There he was, standing exactly where I had left him, smiling proudly. I waved.

"Go on, hurry up," he yelled.

My heart pounded wildly as I walked inside the dark garage. I had been inside the garage before with my father. My surroundings were familiar. I heard the Coca-Cola machine motor humming even before I saw it. I walked directly to the big old red-and-white dispenser. I knew where to insert my dime. I had seen it done before and had fantasized about this moment many times.

The big old monster greedily accepted my dime, and I heard the bottles shift. On tiptoes I reached up and opened the heavy door. There they were: one neat row of thick green bottles, necks staring directly at me, and ice cold from the refrigeration. I held the door open with my shoulder and grabbed one. With a quick yank, I pulled it free from its bondage. Another one immediately took its place. The bottle was cold in my sweaty hands. I will never forget the feeling of the c

A．the author would prefer playing with his three older siblings to staying with his grandpa.

B．they were living in the suburbs where there were not too much traffic on the road.

C．the grandpa was always the one to baby sit for the author and his siblings.

D．the author enjoyed the time that he spent with his grandpa.

my friend," he _______________. We walked, hand in hand, to his favorite place in the front yard, ______________ a huge red rosebush sat _________________ alone.