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If a lot of people say a film is not good, I won’t bother to see it, or I’ll wait _____ it comes out on DVD.
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When I was a kid, my brother dropped the bomb: "No Santa Claus （Father Christmas）!" I fled to Grandma because I knew she would   36   me the truth．I told her everything．"No!" she said．"Ridiculous! Don' t   37   it．"
After dinner, we went to General Store．Grandma handed me ten   38  ．"Take it and buy something for whoever needs it．I'll wait in the   39  ．" I' d often gone shopping with Mother, but never had I shopped   40  ．For moments, I stood there, confused,   41   what to do with it．I thought of everybody I knew． 42   I thought of Bobbie Decker．His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough．We all knew that Bobbie would have no cough   43   he had a thicker coat．So I decided to buy Bobbie one．"Is this a present for   44 ?" the saleslady asked me kindly．I   45   shyly．She smiled, handed it to me and wished me a merry Christmas．Then Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Santa Claus   46 and ribbons and write "To Bobbie, From Santa Claus " on it．Then she   47   me over to Bobbie's house．Grandma parked down the street from Bobbie' s house．We   48   noiselessly and hid in the   49   by his front walk．"All right, Santa Claus," she   50   ,"get going．" I rushed out, threw the present down at his front door,   51   his doorbell and flew back to the safety．Together we   52   breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open．
Forty years I haven' t forgotten those   53   I spent shivering （颤抖）in Bobbie' s bushes．That night, I realized that the stories about Santa Clause were really ridiculous ．Santa Claus was alive, 54 we were on his 55 ．

【小题1】

A．tell

Hans was an honest fellow with a funny round good-humored face. Living alone, every day he worked in his garden. In all the countryside there was no garden so lovely as his. All sorts of flowers grew there, blooming in their proper order as the months went by, one flower taking another flower’s place, so that there were always beautiful things to see, and pleasant odors to smell.
Hans had many friends, the most devoted being the Miller. So devoted was the rich Miller to Hans that he’d never go by his garden without plucking a large bunch of flowers or a handful of sweet herbs, or filling his pockets with fruits. The Miller used to talk about noble ideas, and Hans nodded and smiled, feeling proud of having such a friend.
The neighbors thought it strange that the rich Miller never gave Hans anything in return, though he had hundreds of sacks of flour, many cows and sheep, but Hans never troubled his head about these, and nothing gave him greater pleasure than to listen to all the wonderful things about the unselfishness of true friendship.
In spring, summer, and autumn Hans was very happy, but when winter came, and he had no fruit or flowers to sell, he suffered from cold and hunger. Though extremely lonely, the Miller never came to see him then.
“There’s no good in going to see Hans while the snow lasts.” The Miller said to his wife, “When people are in trouble they shouldn’t be bothered. So I’ll wait till the spring comes when he’s happy to give me flowers.”
“You’re certainly very thoughtful,” answered his wife, “It’s quite a treat to hear you talk about friendship.”
“Couldn’t we ask Hans up here?” said their son. “I’ll give him half my meal, and show him my white rabbits.”
“How silly you are!” cried the Miller. “I really don’t know what’s the use of sending you to school. If Hans came up here, and saw our warm fire, our good supper, and our red wine, he might get envious, and envy is a most terrible thing, and would spoil anybody’s nature. I am his best friend, and I’ll always watch over him, and see that he’s not led into any temptation. Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask me for some flour. Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they shouldn’t be confused. The words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things. Everybody can see that.” He looked seriously at his son, who felt so ashamed that he hung his head down, and grew quite scared, and began to cry into his tea.
Spring coming, the Miller went down to see Hans. Again he talked about friendship. “Hans, friendship never forgets. I’m afraid you don’t understand the poetry of life. See, how lovely your roses are!”
Hans said he wanted to sell them in the market to buy back his things which were sold during the hard time of the winter.
“I’ll give you many good things. I think being generous is the base of friendship.” said the Miller. “And now, as I’ll give you many good things, I’m sure you’d like to give me some flowers in return. Here’s the basket, and fill it quite full.”
Poor Hans was afraid to say anything. He ran and plucked all his pretty roses, and filled the Miller’s basket, imagining the many good things promised by the Miller.
The next day he heard the Miller calling: “Hans, would you mind carrying this sack of flour for me to market?”
“I’m sorry, but I am really very busy today.”
“Well,” said the Miller, “considering that I’m going to give you my things, it’s rather unfriendly of you to refuse. Upon my word, you mustn’t mind my speaking quite plainly to you.”
Poor Hans was driven by his friendship theory to work hard for his best friend, leaving his garden dry and wasted.
One evening Hans was sitting by fire when the Miller came.
“Hans,” cried the Miller, “My little boy has fallen off a ladder and hurt himself, and I’m going for the Doctor. But he lives so far away, and it’s such a bad windy night. It has just occurred to me that you can go instead of me. You know I’m going to give you my good things, so you should do something for me in return.”
“Certainly,” cried Hans. He struggled into the stormy night, and got the doctor to ride a horse to the Miller’s house in time to save the boy. However, Hans got lost in the darkness, and wandered off into a deep pool, drowned.
At Hans’ funeral, the Miller said, “I was his best friend. I should walk at the head of the procession.” Every now and then he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.
【小题1】From the passage, we can learn that Hans ______.

A．was extremely wise and noble	B．admired the Miller very much
C．was highly valued by the Miller	D．had a strong desire for fortune

【小题2】Hans worked a lot for the Miller because he ______.

A．was treated as a best friend by the Miller

B．owed the Miller many valuable things

C．was convinced of the Miller’s noble talk

D．intended to show off his unselfishness

【小题3】What’s the main cause of Hans’ tragedy?

A．True friendship between them.	B．Blind devotion to a friend.
C．A sudden change of weather.	D．A lack of formal education.

【小题4】The author described the Miller’s behavior in order to ______.

A．warn the readers about the danger of a false friend

B．show the friendship between Hans and the Miller

C．entertain the readers with an incredible joking tale

D．persuade people to be as intelligent as the Miller

—I’m going to have lunch. Do you mind talking about your plan ____ lunch?

—All right. I’ll wait here in the office.

A. after B. before C. over D. until

When I was a kid, my brother dropped the bomb: "No Santa Claus （Father Christmas）!" I fled to Grandma because I knew she would 36 me the truth．I told her everything．"No!" she said．"Ridiculous! Don' t 37 it．"

After dinner, we went to General Store．Grandma handed me ten 38 ．"Take it and buy something for whoever needs it．I'll wait in the 39 ．" I' d often gone shopping with Mother, but never had I shopped 40 ．For moments, I stood there, confused, 41 what to do with it．I thought of everybody I knew． 42 I thought of Bobbie Decker．His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough．We all knew that Bobbie would have no cough 43 he had a thicker coat．So I decided to buy Bobbie one．"Is this a present for 44 ?" the saleslady asked me kindly．I 45 shyly．She smiled, handed it to me and wished me a merry Christmas．Then Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Santa Claus 46 and ribbons and write "To Bobbie, From Santa Claus " on it．Then she 47 me over to Bobbie's house．Grandma parked down the street from Bobbie' s house．We 48 noiselessly and hid in the 49 by his front walk．"All right, Santa Claus," she 50 ,"get going．" I rushed out, threw the present down at his front door, 51 his doorbell and flew back to the safety．Together we 52 breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open．

Forty years I haven' t forgotten those 53 I spent shivering （颤抖）in Bobbie' s bushes．That night, I realized that the stories about Santa Clause were really ridiculous ．Santa Claus was alive, 54 we were on his 55 ．

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