Tom was ten years old, and he was a very lazy boy, He didn't like doing any work. He had to go to school of course, but he didn't study hard there and tried to do as little work as possible. His father and mother were both doctors and they hoped that their son would become one, too, when he grew up. But one day Tom said to his mother, "When I finish school, I want to be a dustman." "A dustman?" his mother asked, she was very surprised. "That's not a very pleasant job, why do you want to become a dustman?" "Because then I would only have to work one day a week." Tom answered at once. "Only one day a week?" his mother said, "What do you mean? and how do you know?" "Well", Tom replied, "I know that the dustmen who come to our house on work on Thursday, because I only see them on that day."
【小题1】What kind of boy was Tom?
A. Tom was a clever boy.
B. Tom was a boy who didn't like to work.
C. Tom was a boy who worked very hard.
【小题2】What did Tom say he wanted to be?
A. Tom said that he wanted to be a person who collected rubbish and emptied the dustbins.
B. Tom said that he wanted to be a person who taught the children at school.
C. Tom said that he wanted to be a person who worked in a hospital.
【小题3】Why did Tom think that dustmen only worked one day a week?
A. Because Tom heard of this.
B. Because one of the dustmen had told him before.
C. Because Tom had seen the dustmen only on Thursday at his house.

My earliest memory of dad is grabbing（抓住）his hand while we walked together. As I grew older, I remember my father and I listening to basketball games on the radio. I always fell asleep   35  the game was over. When I woke up in the morning, the score sheet with the   36  score on it would be lying next to me. I’ll always remember that.
On cold mornings my father would bring his bread truck by the house. I used to ride on the floor of that bread truck as he delivered（分送）the bread to the stores. The   37  and the warmth from the bread made my mouth water and kept me warm. I’ll always remember that.
My father would be present at all my games. One night before an important game my father told me   38  that he wouldn’t be able to watch the game because he had to deliver the bread and it was a three-hour   39 . The next day as the game drew near I thought about my dad. I happened to look across the field and   40  saw his bread truck pulling into the stadium. He managed to   41  the game. I’ll always remember that.
Years later I had become a   42 . I’ll never forget the voice on the phone early one morning telling me dad had just been killed in a traffic accident. I could hear my heart   43  in my ears. I   44  the phone and went back to my bedroom. After that nothing really   45  to me. I still taught in school but I couldn’t centre attention on my teaching. One day I was on the playground when a little boy walked up to me and grabbed my hand. His hand held mine the same way I used to hold my father’s by the last two fingers. At that moment I found my   46  in life again. You see even though my father was gone, he left something with me. He left me his smile, compassion and touch. My purpose was to use those gifts as he did. From that day on I started. I’ll always remember that!

For many years I had a good life. My illness was reasonably (适度的) under control, I had a nice relationship with my husband, I did work, I didn't hate. It was, as I said, a good life.
But there's a saying that the good is the enemy of the best. I finally realized this one day, and began making my best life. I changed doctors and tried a new way that could relieve(减轻) my symptoms (症状) , rather than just making them easier to deal with. I started talking more with my husband and listening to what he had to say. And I quit(辞掉) my job and started working for myself.
I have the best life I've ever had. I'd call it great. It is possible there's a better life for me, which would then be my "best life" , but for now I don't think so. I've started a business I love. My husband and kids are wonderful. I have a good friend and I'm close to my older sister who lives in town. Could it get better? I suppose so. But for me I think this is the best life I can have right now.
Think more about your life. Where are you living? Are you in a job you just don't mind? What makes your life "good" ? Why isn't it great? What's the enemy of the best and what can you do about it?
Enjoy your best life. We're only here for a short while, and we all need to have the best possible time we can. It's like going to Disney World. If you spend too much time standing in line waiting for the ride, pretty soon your time's up. Get out of the "good" line and have your best life.

1. 1.

   Which of the following is NOT included in the writer's "good life" ?

   1. A.
      Having a job.
   2. B.
      Having no hate.
   3. C.
      Getting on well with her husband.
   4. D.
      Living close to her good friend.
2. 2.

   The writer quit her job because she________.

   1. A.
      was ill
   2. B.
      didn't like working
   3. C.
      wanted to go for her best life
   4. D.
      wanted to enjoy her good life
3. 3.

   What did the writer do to make her best life?
   ①She visited other doctors.
   ②She started a business she loved.
   ③She played more with her kids.
   ④She talked more with her husband.
   ⑤She spent much time in Disney World.

   1. A.
      ①②④
   2. B.
      ②③④
   3. C.
      ①③⑤
   4. D.
      ①②⑤
4. 4.

   What's the enemy of the best?

   1. A.
      Illness.
   2. B.
      A good job.
   3. C.
      Being proud.
   4. D.
      Being satisfied.
5. 5.

   What is the best title for the article?

   1. A.
      Attitude to Life
   2. B.
      Making Your Best Life
   3. C.
      What Makes Your Life "Good"
   4. D.
      A New Way to Treat the Illness

Many people have to work on the weekend. Some people do not mind. Others think it is terrible.
　　One man thinks that working on the weekend can be dangerous. He is Graham Coates. Mr Coates works in an office in Brighton, England.
　　On Saturday, May 24, 1986, he went to the office to do some work. When he got on the lift(电梯), it stopped between floors. Mr Coates could not get out of the lift. He started to shout, but no one heard him. Then Mr. Coats remembered that it was a holiday in England. No one was going to come to work until Tuesday.
　　There was nothing for him to do. He had to wait until one of his workmates came to work and found him. With nothing to eat or drink, Mr Coats ended up sleeping for most of the day.
　　Now Mr. Coates says, "I only use lifts if they have telephones in them."
【小题1】Mr. Coates thinks working on the weekend is_____.