阅读理解

　　One day a man saw an old lady standing by her expensive car, clearly in need of help．So he stopped his old truck and got out．Although he was smiling, the old lady was worried．Was he gong to hurt her? He didn’t look safe．

　　The man could see that she was frightened, so in his friendliest voice he said, “I’m here to help you, madam．Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson．” Bryan quickly fixed the car and the lady thanked him．Then she asked how much she should pay him．

　　But Bryan wanted no money．He was just giving a hand to someone in trouble．This was normal for him．He said, “If you really want to repay me, next time you see someone in need, help them and think of me．”

　　After saying goodbye, the lady continued down the road until she reached a small café where she decided to stop for something to eat．As the pretty waitress took her order, the lady noticed she was nearly eight months pregnant(怀孕)．Although the waitress looked tired she was very kind．As the lady was going to pay the ＄10 bill she remembered Bryan’s words．

　　She paid with a hundred-dollar bill．But when the waitress returned with the change the lady was gone．On the table she saw a small note．There ware tears in her eyes when she read it：“Somebody once helped me the way I’m helping you．If you want to pay me back, continue being kind to others．” Under the note were nine more ＄100 bills．

　　Was the old lady an angel? The waitress was so excited that she called her husband to tell him the news．“Bryan Anderson my dear…you’re not going to believe what just happened…”

(1)

(2)

(3)

(4)

(5)

完形填空

　　When I was in Grade Three, I was chosen to the heroine in the school play．

　　For weeks my mother helped me 　　1　　 my lines(台词), But once on stage．Every word disappeared 　　2　　 my head．My teacher asked me to change 　　3　　 and be the narrator．

　　Although I didn't tell my mother 　　4　　 had happened that day, she 　　5　　 my unhappiness and asked if I wanted to take a walk in the yard．

　　It was a lovely 　　6　　 day．It was warm．In the yard all the flowers came out．We could see lots of dandelions dancing among the colorful flowers．How beautiful they were! I watched my mother carelessly bend down by some flowers．“I think I am going to 　　7　　 all the useless grass．” She said．

　　“But I like dandelions,” I said, “All flowers are 　　8　　-even dandelions”．

　　My mother looked at me 　　9　　．“Yes, every flower shines in its own way, doesn't it?” she said．I nodded．“So that is 　　10　　 of people, too．” She added．

　　She had guessed my 　　11　　．I started to cry and told her the truth．

　　“You will be a great narrator．” She said．Then she told me 　　12　　 I loved to read stories to her when I was in Grade 1．

　　Over the next few 　　13　　 I learned to take pride in the role．The big day finally 　　14　　．A few minutes before the play, my teacher came over to me．“Your mother asked me to give this to you,” she said, passing me a dandelion．After the play, I took the flower home, laughing that I was perhaps 　　15　　 person who would keep such a common dandelion．

(1)

(2)

(3)

(4)

(5)

(6)

(7)

(8)

(9)

(10)

(11)

(12)

(13)

(14)

(15)

完形填空

　　When I was in the third grade, I was chosen to be the princess in the school play．For weeks my mother had helped me practise my lines．But once on the stage, every word 　　1　　 from my head．Then my teacher asked me to change my role to be a narrator(解说者)for the play．　　2　　 I didn't tell my mother what had happened that day, she noticed my 　　3　　 and asked if I wanted to take a walk in the garden．

　　It was a lovely spring day．We could see dandelions(蒲公英)popping(炸开)　　4　　 the grass in bunches(束)．I watched my mother bend down by one of the bunches．“I think I'll dig up all these weeds(野草),” she said．“From now on, we'll 　　5　　 have roses in this garden．”

　　“But I like dandelions,” I protested(抗议)．“All flowers are 　　6　　－even dandelions !”

　　My mother looked at me seriously．“Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn't it?” she asked thoughtfully．I nodded．“And that is 　　7　　 of people, too,” she added．

　　When I 　　8　　 that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry and told her the truth．“But you will be a wonderful narrator,” she said, 　　9　　 me of how much I loved to read stories aloud．

　　Thanks to my mother's encouragement, I got to know everybody had his or her own 　　10　　．in the world．I felt proud of the role in the play．

(1)

(2)

(3)

(4)

(5)

(6)

(7)

(8)

(9)

(10)