About this time every year, I get very nostalgic(怀旧的).Walking through my neighborhood on a fall afternoon reminds me of a time not too long ago when sounds of children filled the air,children playing games on a hill, and throwing leaves around in the street below. I was one of those children, carefree and happy. I live on a street that is only one block long. I have lived on the same street for sixteen years. I love my street. One side has six houses on it, and the other has only two houses, with a small hill in the middle and a huge cottonwood tree on one end.When I think of home, I think of my street. Only I see it as it was before. Unfortunately things change. One day, not long ago, I looked around and saw how different everything has become.Life on my street will never be the same because neighbors are quickly grown old, friends are growing up and leaving, and the city is planning to destroy my precious hill and sell the property to contractors.

It is hard for me to accept that many of my wonderful neighbors are growing old and won't be around much longer. I have fond memories of the couple across the street, who sat together on their porch swing almost every evening, the widow next door who yelled at my brother and me for being too loud, and the crazy old man in a black suit who drove an old car. In contrast to these people, the people I see today are very old neighbors who have seen better days. The man in the black suit says he wants to die, and another neighbor just sold his house and moved into a nursing home. The lady who used to yell at us is too tired to bother any more, and the couple across the street rarely go out to their front porch these days. It is difficult to watch these precious people as they near the end of their lives because at once I thought they would live forever.

The “comings and goings” of the younger generation of my street are now mostly “goings”as friends and peers move on. Once upon a time, my life and the lives of my peers revolved around home. The boundary of our world was the gutter at the end of the street. We got pleasure from playing night games or from a breathtaking ride on a tricycle. Things are different now, as my friends become adults and move on. Children who rode tricycles now drive cars. The kids who once played with me now have new interests and values as they go their separate ways. Some have gone away to college like me, a few got married, two went into the army, and one went to prison. Watching all these people grow up and go away makes me long for the good old days.

Perhaps the biggest change on my street is the fact that the city is going to turn my precious hill into several lots for now homes. For sixteen years, the view out of my kitchen window has been a view of that hill. The hill was a fundamental part of my childhood life; it was the hub of social activity for the children of my street. We spent hours there building forts, sledding, and playing tag. The view out of my kitchen window now is very different; it is one of tractors and dump trucks tearing up the hill. When the hill goes, the neighborhood will not be the same. It is a piece of my childhood. It is a visual reminder of being a kid. Without the hill, my_street_will_be_just_another_pea_in_the_pod.

There was a time when my street was my world, and I thought my world would never change. But something happened. People grow up, and people grow old. Places changes, and with the change comes the heartache of knowing I can never go back to the times I loved. In a year or so, I will be gone just like many of my neighbors. I will always look back to my years as a child, but the place I remember will not be the silent street whose peace is interrupted by the sounds of construction. It will be the happy, noisy, somewhat strange, but wonderful street I knew as a child.

1.The writer calls up the memory of the street________.

A. every year when autumn comes

B. in the afternoon every day

C. every time he walks along his street

D. now that he is an old man

2.The writer finds it hard to accept the fact that________.

A. many of his good neighbors are growing old

B. the lady next door who used to yell at him and his brother is now a widow

C. the life of his neighbors has become very boring

D. the man in his black suit even wanted to end his own life

3.What does the writer mean by saying “my street will be another pea in the pod”?

A. His street will be very noisy and dirty.

B. His street will soon be crowded with people.

C. His street will have some new attractions.

D. His street will be no different from any other street.

4.Which could be a good title for the passage?

A. The Past of My Street Will Live Forever

B. Unforgettable People and Things of My Street

C. Memory Street Isn't What It Used to Be

D. The Big Changes of My Street

One morning more than thirty years ago, I entered the Track Kitchen, a restaurant where everyone from the humblest(卑微的)to the most powerful came for breakfast. I noticed am empty chair next to an elderly, unshaven man, who looked somewhat disheveled. He was wearing a worn-out hat and was alone. I asked if I might join him. He agreed quietly and I sat down to have my breakfast.

We cautiously began a conversion and spoke about a wide rang of things. We never introduced ourselves. I was concerned that he might have no money and not be able to afford something to eat. So as I rose to go back to the counter and buy a second cup of coffee. I asked,

“My I get you something?”

“A coffee would be nice.”

Then I bought him a cup of coffee, We talked more, and he accepted another cup of coffee, Finally, I rose to leave, wished him well, and headed for the exit. At the door I met one of my friends. He asked,

“How did you get to know Mr. Galbreath ?”

“Who?”

“The man you were sitting with. He is chairman of the Board of Churchill Downs.”

I could hardly believe it. I was buying, offering a free breakfast, and feeling pity for one of the world’s richest and most powerful men!

My few minutes with Mr. Galbreath changed my life. Now I try to treat everyone with respect, no matter who I think they are.

1.What does the underlined word “disheveled” mean?

A. Unfriendly B. Untidy

C. Gentle D. Kind

2.The author bought coffee for the old man because .

A. he wanted to start a conversation

B. he would like to thank the old man

C. he intended to show his wealth

D. he thought the old man was poor

3.How did the author probably feel after he talked with his friend?

A. Proud. B. Pitiful.

C. Regretful. D. Surprised.

4.What is the message mainly expressed in the story?

A. We should learn to be generous.

B. It is honorable to help those in need.

C. We should avoid judging people by their appearances.

D. People in high positions are not like what we expect.

On a sunny spring morning, a seven-year-old girl was sharpening(削) a beautiful pencil.____, the wind was so strong as to blow open the door. The girl stood up to ____ it, but then fell on the floor. The sharpened pencil pierced (刺入) directly into the girl’s chest into her heart, and only a small part of the pencil could be seen.

The girl’s mother was so ____ that she dialed the emergency number and put the girl flat on her back. The girl ____ and asked her mother to pull the pencil out of her heart ____ it was particularly painful. The mother hesitated for a while but ____ her daughter. She told her daughter not to pull out the pencil without her permission.

In the end, the girl was ____ successfully! She had a very serious ____ but she didn’t lose too much blood. If the pencil were pulled out, the blood would have poured out from the wound, and doctors couldn’t have saved her! ___, the measures taken by her ____ were totally correct.

The mother’s comments afterwards were quite ____ “I really didn’t know what to do. My daughter was especially obedient (听话的) and she ___ my decision not to pull out the pencil. I knew she was in great pain, and her obedience was what I ____. I thought if I had pulled out the pencil, she would have believed she was ____ and might fall asleep and lose consciousness (意识). In the emergency vehicle, I simply kept asking her if it was ____. She nodded her head, which gave me great ____ because she was conscious and still felt pain. She was struggling for________.

In the world, there are so many people struggling with different ___ When you are trapped in wild mountains, when you come across setbacks and hardships, and when you have no other way but to experience the pain by yourself, _____ask yourself.”Am I in pain?“ When we feel the pain, we’ll have the courage to try our best to____and never give up.

1.A. Naturally B. Finally C. Suddenly D. Personally

2.A. look B. push C. repair D. close

3.A. annoyed B. anxious C. puzzled D. disappointed

4.A. struggled B. complained C. jumped D. escaped

5.A. if B. because C. once D. unless

6.A. looked on B. discussed with C. smiled at D. disagreed with

7.A. saved B. controlled C. inspired D. accepted

8.A. injury B. mistake C. discussion D. destination

9.A. Otherwise B. Instead C. Though D. Thus

10.A. friend B. teacher C. doctor D. mother

11.A. challenging B. surprising C. exciting D. worrying

12.A. made B. changed C. followed D. recognized

13.A. realized B. promised C. respected D. needed

14.A. safe B. tired C. brave D. lucky

15.A. thankful B. painful C. powerful D. careful

16.A. courage B. comfort C. freedom D. hope

17.A. life B. glory C. peace D. power

18.A. techniques B. qualities C. difficulties D. performances

19.A. still B. just C. again D. even

20.A. laugh B. explain C. survive D. relax

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