8.I climbed the ladder,heard my dive announced,and began the moves that would push me into the air.Pushing off the diving board with my legs,I lifted my arms and shoulders back,and knew immediately I would be close to the board and might hit my hands.I tried to correct myself as I turned,spreading my hands wide apart.Then I heard a strange sound and my body lost control.Moments later I realized I had hit my head on the board.
At the beginning,I felt embarrassed.I wanted to hide,to get out of the pool without anyone seeing me.Next I felt intense fear.Had I cut my head?Was I bleeding?Was there blood in the pool?Swimming to the side,I noticed many shocked faces.People were worried about my head; I was worried about something far more threatening.An official examined my head.In a hurry,I pushed him away,and everyone else who approached me."Don't touch me!"I felt like screaming."Get away from me!"
These were the trials (选拔赛) for the 1988 Olympics in Seoul,Korea.Until this dive,I had been ahead.But now,something else was more significant than winning.I might have endangered other divers'lives if I had spilled blood in the pool.For what I knew---that few others knew-was that I was HIV-positive.
According to my mother,my natural parents were Samoan (萨摩亚人) and only teenagers when I was born,so they gave me up for adoption.When I was only eighteen months old,I started gym classes.At ten,I explored doing gym exercises off the diving board at the pool.
Because of my dark skin,kids at school called me names.My diving made me feel good about myself when my peers made me feel stupid.At sixteen,I knew I had a shot at the 1976 Olympics.
Everyone was alarmed when I hit my head on the board in Seoul.Regardless,I made it to the finals.During my last dive in the finals,I enjoyed for the last time the quietness underwater and then swam to the side of the pool.The crowd cheered,and I knew I'd won---two gold medals.AIDS forced me to stop diving; I had to give up diving professionally after the Olympics.
 
41.Immediately before he hit his head on the board,the writerD.
  A.climbed the ladder             
B.started the moves that would push him into the air
  C.knew he was too close to the board      
D.corrected his actions when he turned
42.The writer pushed away everyone who came near to him becauseB.
  A.he hated them
  B.he was HIV-positive and feared that others would be infected if they touched his bleeding head
  C.he felt embarrassed and wanted to hide without anyone seeing him
  D.he felt like screaming
43.The writer's natural parents put him up for adoption becauseA.
  A.they were too young to raise him     B.they were too poor to raise him
  C.they didn't love him                D.they were Samoan
44.According to the passage,the writer's diving gave him the sense of beingC.
  A.stupid         B.strong           C.successful           D.lonely
45.After he hit his head on the board at the trails,the writerD.
A.practiced less                       
B.was scared and gave up diving forever
C.lost the chance to compete at the finals  
D.still got the chance to compete at the finals.
7.When I left home for college,I sought to escape the limited world of farmers,small towns,and country life.I long for the excitement of the city,for the fast pace that rural life lacked,for adventure beyond the horizon.I dreamed of exploring the city,living within a new culture and landscape,and becoming part of the pulse of an urban jungle.
Yet some of my best times were driving home,leaving the city behind and slipping back into the valley.As city life disappeared and traffic thinned,I could see the faces of the other drivers relax.Then,around a bend in the highway,the grassland of the valley would come into being,offering a 6 of gentle rolling hills.The land seemed permanent.I felt as if I had stepped back in time.
    I took comfort in the stability of the valley.Driving through small farm communities,I imagined the founding families still rooted in their grand homes,generations working the same lands,neighbors remaining neighbors for generations.I allowed familiar farmhouse landmarks to guide me.
Close to home,I often turned off the main highway and took a different,getting familiar farms again and testing my memory.Friends lived in those houses.I had eaten meals and spent time there; I had worked on some of these farms,lending a hand during a peak harvest,helping a family friend for a day or two.The houses and lands looked the same,and I could picture the gentle faces and hear familiar voices as if little had been changed.As I eased into our driveway I'd return to old ways,becoming a son once again,a child on the family farm.My feelings were honest and real.How I longed for a land where life stood still and my memories could be relived.When I left the farm for college,I could only return as visitor to the valley,a traveler looking for home.
Now the farm is once again my true home.I live in that farmhouse and work the permanent lands.My world may seem unchanged to casual observers,but they are wrong.I now this; if there's a constant on these farms,it's the constant of change.
The good observer will recognize the differences.A farmer replants an orchard (果园) with a new variety of peaches.Irrigation is added to block of old grapes,so I imagine they vineyard has a new owner.Occasionally the changes are clearly evident,like a FOR SALE sign.But I need to read the small print in order to make sure that a bank has taken possession of the farm.Most of the changes contain two stories.One is the physical change of the farm,the other involves the people on that land,the human story behind the change.
I've been back on the farm for a decade and still haven't heard all the stories behind the changes around me.But once I add my stories to the landscape,I can call this place my home,a home that continues to evolve and changes as I add more and more of my stories.
A poet returns to they valley and says,"How closed-minded you all are."He comments about the lack of interest in the sorts,I social and environmental issues,In the poverty and inequality of our life."Little has changed in the valley."He was born and raised here,so he might have the right to criticize and lecture us.Yet he speaks for many who think they know the valley.How differently would others think of us if they knew the stories of a grape harvest in a wet year or a peach without a home?
55.The most important reason why the writer wanted to move to the city is thatC
A.he did not want to work on the farm 
B.he wanted to make new friends
C.he was eager for a different life there                 
D.there were more things to do there
56.What made the writer relax as he drove from the city to the country?D
A.He could see for miles and miles.
B.The traffic moved more slowly.
C.The people he passed seemed to be calmer.
D.The land seemed familiar to him.
57.When driving through the valley the writer was guided home byA
A.familiar farmhouses which left him a good memory
B.houses that had sheltered generations of the same family
C.land that had been worked by a family for generations
D.large farms which stretched out right before him.
58.When he was in college,why was the writer sad when he returned to his family home?B
A.He remembered how hard he used to work.
B.He realized that he was only a visitor.
C.He recognized the old housed and land.
D.He remembered his next door neighbors.
59.Which of the following most likely indicates that there is a sad human story behind a physical change on the farm?C
A.A new variety of peach is being planted.
B.Irrigation is being added to a grape operation.
C.A piece of land is being sold by a bank.
D.A farm is being sold to a large corporation.
60.The fact that most upsets the writer with the poet is thatD
A.the poet prefers to live in the urban area
B.the poet thinks that the folk people are backward
C.the poet says that little has changed in the valley
D.the poet's criticism and comments are not objective.
6.Bertie knew there was something in the wind.His mother had been sad in recent days,not sick,just strangely sad.The lion had just lain down beside him,his head warm on Bertie's feet when Father cleared his throat and began,"You'll soon be eight,Bertie.A boy needs a proper education.We've found the right place for you,a school near Salisbury in England."
His heart filled with a terrible fear,all Bertie could think of was his white lion."But the lion,"he cried,"What about the lion?"
"I'm afraid there's something else I have to tell you,"his father said.Looking across at Bertie's mother,he took a deep breath.Then he told Bertie he had met a circus owner from France,who was over in Africa looking for lions to buy.He would come to their farm in a few days.
"No!You can't send him to a circus!"said Bertie."People will come to see him.He'll be shut up behind bars.I promised him he never would be.And they will laugh at him.He'd rather die.Any animal would!"But as he looked across the table at them,he knew their minds were quite made up.
Bertie felt completely betrayed.He waited until he heard his father's deep breathing next door. With his white lion at his heels,he crept downstairs in his pyjamas,took down his father's rifle from the rack and stepped out into the night.He ran and ran till his legs could run no more.As the sun came up over the grassland,he climbed to the top of a hill and sat down,his arms round the lion's neck.The time had come.
"Be wild now,"he whispered."You've got to be wild.Don't ever come home.All my life I'll think of you.I promise I will."He buried his head in the lion's neck.Then,Bertie clambered down the hill and walked away.
When he looked back,the lion was still sitting there watching him; but then he stood up,yawned,stretched,and sprang down after him.Bertie shouted at him,but he kept coming.He threw sticks.He threw stones.Nothing worked.
There was only one thing left to do.With tears filling his eyes and his mouth,he lifted the rifle to his shoulder and fired over the lion's head.

56.Bertie's mother was sad probably because sheC.
A.had been seriously ill recently
B.had decided to send Bertie to school
C.knew selling the lion would upset Bertie
D.knew Bertie would hate to go to England
57.The underlined word"they"in Para.4probably refers toA.
A.some audience    B.other animals
C.Bertie's parents    D.circus owners
58.In the last paragraph,the boy lifted the rifle toB.
A.kill the lion out of fear
B.threaten the lion back to the wild
C.protect himself from the lion
D.show his anger towards his father
59.The passage intends to show thatD.
A.animal-hunting is popular in Africa
B.parents are sometimes cruel to their children
C.animals usually lead a miserable life in circuses
D.people and animals can be faithful to each other.
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