题目内容
Left alone on that small island, he seemed to have to learn to survive _____.
A. from a teacher B. through trial and error
C. without any effort D. by scientific experiments
B
Tick, tock, tick, tock. I’m sitting here, watching the movements of my existence pass slowly away. My house has been 36 for such a long time,and I’m lonely and forgotten. Sitting here, by myself, all that I can do is 37 and think about my past. I could tell you stories that only 38 would know. But walls can’t speak.
I came to this place many years ago,along with an old man…. 39 , he was with me for on1y three short years before he passed on….
For a time, I was left alone, while people came and 40 the house…. Then, one day a nice couple moved in with a young son. 41 , their son Danny liked to stay with me, and I was completely 42 with him. He always looked as if he loved the stories I told, most of which began with. ‘‘Back in my day…” and ‘‘When I was 43 .…” I sometimes had the kind of idea that he didn’t really understand what I was saying, but it felt good to be 44 . When Danny went off to college,my heart broke. Soon afterward, 45 sold the house.…
New owners came and 46 . Then, One day it so happened that I was in when a new family was moving into the house. You can’t even imagine my 47 when, unexpectedly, Danny walked through the front door. He had a 48 and kids now. I was so overjoyed when I saw him that I put all my 49 into my daily activities. ... I spent the next twenty years watching his kids grow up, with a mixture of pride and 50 about what would happen next.
The kids finally became 51 and Danny sold the house. That was about five years ago…. Some of the local kids have started the rumor that the house is haunted(闹鬼的)--- and, in a way, it is. It is haunted by 52 of all the people who have lived in it. Every second has 53 me so much. I have been 54 them all day and they are almost up for me.... I hope that someday somebody will 55 me, and drop in on me again. Maybe then I’ll get a new home and an opportunity for a whole new set of memories.
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When it comes to friends, I desire those who will share my happiness, who possess wings of their own and who will fly with me. I seek friends whose qualities illuminate (照亮) me and train me up for love. It is for these people that I reserve the glowing hours, too good not to share.
When I was in the eighth grade, I had a friend. We were shy and “too serious” about our studies when it was becoming fashionable with our classmates to learn acceptable social behaviors. We said little at school, but she would come to my house and we would sit down with pencils and paper, and one of us would say: “Let’s start with a train whistle today.” We would sit quietly together and write separate poems or stories that grew out of a train whistle. Then we would read them aloud. At the end of that school year, we, too, were changing into social creatures and the stories and poems stopped.
When I lived for a time in London, I had a friend. He was in despair and I was in despair. But our friendship was based on the idea in each of us that we would be sorry later if we did not explore this great city because we had felt bad at the time. We met every Sunday for five weeks and found many excellent things. We walked until our despairs disappeared and then we parted. We gave London to each other.
For almost four years I have had a remarkable friend whose imagination illuminates mine. We write long letters in which we often discover our strangest selves. Each of us appears, sometimes in a funny way, in the other’s dreams. She and I agree that, at certain times, we seem to be parts of the same mind. In my most interesting moments, I often think: “Yes, I must tell...” We have never met.
It is such comforting companions I wish to keep. One bright hour with their kind is worth more to me than the lifetime services of a psychologist, who will only fill up the healing silence necessary to those darkest moments in which I would rather be my own best friend.
【小题1】In the eighth grade, what the author did before developing proper social behavior was to .
A.share poems and stories with her friend |
B.go to her friend’s house regularly |
C.become serious about her study |
D.learn from her classmates at school |
A.our unpleasant feeling about London disappeared |
B.we were unwilling to tear ourselves away from London |
C.our exploration of London was a memorable gift to both of us |
D.we parted with each other in London |
A.call each other regularly | B.enjoy writing to each other |
C.have similar personalities | D.dream of meeting each other |
A.seek professional help | B.break the silence |
C.stay with her best friend | D.be left alone |
A.Noble Companions | B.Remarkable Imagination |
C.Lifelong Friendship | D.Unforgettable Experiences |