Dick lived in England. One day in January he said to his wife, “I'm going to fly to New York next week because I've got some work there.” “Where are you going to stay there?” His wife asked. “I don't know yet.” Dick answered. “Please send me your address from there in a telegram (电报),”his wife said. “All right.” Dick answered.

　　He flew to New York on January 31st and found a nice hotel in the center of the city. He put his things in his room and then he sent his wife a telegram. He put the address of his hotel in it.

　　In the evening he didn't have any work, so he went to a cinema. He came out at nine o'clock and said, “Now I'm going back to my hotel and have a nice dinner.”

　　He found a taxi and the driver said, “Where do you want to go?” But Dick didn't remember the name and address of his hotel.

　　“Which hotel are my things in?” he said, “And what am I going to do tonight?” But the driver of the taxi did not know. So Dick got out and went into a post office. There he sent his wife another telegram, and in it he wrote, “Please send me my address at this post office.”

1.Dick flew to New York because ______.

2.Why did his wife want a telegram from him?

3.Where did Dick stay in New York?

4.Who would send him the name and address of his hotel?

5.Which of the following is not true?

I　didn’t　cry　when　I　learned　I　was　the　parent　of　a　disabled　child.　I　just　sat　still　and　didn’t　say　anything.
When　Jenny　was　old　enough,　I　sent　her　to　a　kindergarten（幼儿园）.　On　the　first　morning,　Jenny　spent　hours　playing　by　herself.　It　seemed　that　she　felt　very(41).
However,　to　my　joy,　Jenny’s　classmates　always　(42)　her,　“You　got　al　your　speling　words　right　today!”In　fact,　her　speling　list　was　the　(43).　Later,　she　faced　a　very　painful　(44)　—— at　the　end　of　the　term,　there　was　a　game　which　had　(45)　to　do　with　physical　education.　But　Jenny　was　(46)　in　it.
My　husband　and　I　were　anxious　about　the　day.　I　wanted　to　let　my　child　stay　home!　But　my　heart　wouldn’t　let　me　off　that　easily.　So　I　(47)　a　pale,　unwiling　Jenny　onto　the　school　bus.
At　the　kindergarten,　I　was　quite　worried　because　of　her　(48)　action,　Jenny　would　probably　hold　up　her　team.　The　game　went　wel　until　it　was　time　for　the　sack（麻袋）race.　Surely　Jenny　would　find　it　(49).　Now　each　child　had　to　climb　into　a　sack,　jump　to　the　finishing　line,　return　and　climb　out　of　the　sack.　I　noticed　Jenny　standing　near　the　end　of　her　line　of　players.
But　as　it　was　her　turn　to　join,　a　change　took　place　in　her　(50).　The　talest　boy　behind　Jenny　placed　his　hands　on　her　waist（腰）.　Two　other　boys　(51)　in　front　of　her.　The　moment　the　player　before　Jenny　stepped　out　from　the　sack,　the　two　boys　(52)　the　sack　suddenly　and　kept　it　open　while　the　tal　boy　lifted　Jenny　and　(53)　her　into　it.　A　girl　nearby　took　her　hand　and　supported　her　(54)　Jenny　got　her　balance.　Then　she　jumped　forward,　smiling　and　proud.　In　the　cheers　of　the　teachers,　schoolmates　and　parents,　I　silently　 thanked　 the　 warm,　understanding　people　in　life　who　made　it　 (55)　for　my　disabled　daughter　to　be　like　her　felow　human　beings.　Then　　I　finaly　cried.

Perhaps　the　only　test　score　that　I　remember　is　the　55　when　I　was　in　high　school.

    The　test　was　the　final　for　a　course.　I　remember　waiting　anxiously　as　my　teacher　Mr.　Right　passed　out　our　papers　one　by　one.　It　was　a　rather　difficult　test.　I　heard　my　classmates　groaning,　and　I　could　tel　by　the　groans　that　the　scores　weren’t　looking　good.

    Mr.　Right　put　my　paper　on　my　desk.　There　in　big　red　numbers,　circled　to　draw　attention,　was　my　score,　55!

    I　lowered　my　head,　and　covered　the　score　up　quickly.　A　55　is　not　something　that　you　wanted　your　classmates　to　see.“The　scores　were　not　very　good,　none　of　you　passed,”Mr.　Right　said.　“The　highest　score　in　the　class　was　a　55.”

    A　55.　That’s　me!

    Suddenly　my　sad　look　didn’t　look　so　bad.　I　had　the　highest　score.　I　felt　a　lot　better.

    I　walked　home　alone　that　day　with　the　low　but　high　score.　My　father　knew　that　I　had　a　big　test　that　day　and　asked　me　as　soon　as　I　got　home,　“How　did　you　do　in　your　test？”“I　made　a　55,”I　said.

    A　frown（皱眉）now　stood　on　my　father’s　face.　I　knew　I　had　to　explain　immediately.　“But　Dad,　I　had　the　highest　score　in　the　calss,”I　proudly　stated.　I　thought　that　explanation　would　make　a　difference.“You　failed!”my　father　replied.“But　it’s　the　highest!” I　insisted.“I　don’t　care　what　scores　others　had,　but　you　failed.　What　matters　is　what　you　do!”my　father　firmly　said.

    For　years,　my　father　was　always　that　way.　It　didn’t　matter　what　others　did,　it　only　mattered　what　I　did　and　that　I　did　it　excelently.

    We　often　don’t　understand　the　wisdom（智慧）of　good　parents　until　we　ourselves　stand　in　the　parents’shoes.　My　father’s　words　have　carried　me　throughout　life.

   1.　The　word　groaning　is　the　closest　in　meaning　to　_____.

    A.　singing　　　　B.　laughingC.　complaining　　　　D.　quarreling

    2.　In　class,　to　hide　my　score　from　my　classmates,　I　_____.

    A.　lowered　my　head　　　　B.　covered　my　score　up

    C.　walked　home　alone　D.　explained　immediately

    3.　A　frown　stood　on　my　father’s　face　because　he　thought　_____.

    A.　I　did　a　bad　job　in　the　test

    B.　I　gave　a　good　excuse

    C.　I　became　the　worst　student

    D.　I　stood　in　his　shoes

   4.　We　can　infer　from　the　passage　that　_____.

    A.　the　father　was　strict　with　his　child.

    B.　the　writer　was　always　poor　in　tests.

    C.　Mr.　Right　was　worried　about　the　writer

    D.　the　writer　was　always　happy　with　his　scores

   5.　Which　is　the　best　title　of　the　passage？

    A.　The　Final　Test　　　　B.　That’s　Me!

    C.　My　strict　Teacher　　　　D.　Scores,　Important？