This afternoon I went to see my grandfather by a bus. It was very crowded and I had to stand. Besides me there was a woman held a little boyin her arms. In front of her, a young man occupies two seats, pretending to be sleeping. I heard the little boy curious asking his mother, “What’s wrong with the uncle?” I had thought if perhaps the woman would blame the man. Beyond her expectations, the woman answered with a smile, “Be quiet. This uncle must very tired because of hard work.” The young man must haveheard the word. His face turned red and offered one seat for the woman at once.

I was _______ when I heard the _______ news!

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This afternoon I went to see my grandfather by a bus. It was very

crowded and I had to stand. Besides me there was a woman held a little boy

in her arms. In front of her, a young man occupies two seats, pretending to be

sleeping. I heard the little boy curious asking his mother, “What’s wrong with

the uncle?” I had thought if perhaps the woman would blame the man.

Beyond her expectations, the woman answered with a smile, “Be quiet. This

uncle must very tired because of hard work.” The young man must have

heard the word. His face turned red and offered one seat for the woman at once.

After lunch,I walked back home. I was just to cross the street when I heard the sound of a coin dropping. It wasn’t much but,as I turned, my eyes caught the heads of several other people turning too. A woman had dropped what appeared to be a dime.

The tinkling sound of a coin dropping on pavement is an attention-getter．It Can be nothing more than a penny．Whatever the coin is，no one ignores the sound of it．It got me thinking about sounds again．We are surrounded by so many sounds that attract the most attention．

People in New York City seldom turn to look when a fire engine，a police car or an ambulance comes screaming along the street．When I’m in New York，I’m a New Yorker．I don’t turn either．Like the natives，I hardly hear a siren(警报)there．

However，at home in my little town in Connecticut，it’s different．The distant sound of a police car, all emergency vehicle or a fire siren brings me to my feet if I’m seated and brings me to the window if I’m in bed．It’s the quietest sounds that have most effect on us．not the loudest．In the middle of the night, I can hear a dripping tap a hundred yards away thigh three closed doors．I’ve been hearing little creaking noises and sounds which my imaginnation turns into footsteps in the middle of the night for twenty-five years in our house．How come I never hear those sounds in the daytime?

I’m quite clear in my mind what the good sounds are and what the bad sounds are,I’ve turned against whistling，for instance：I used to think of it as the mark of a happy worker but lately I’ve been associating the whistler with a nervous person making unconscious noises．The tapping，tapping，tapping of my typewriter as the keys hit the paper is a lovely sound to me．I often like the sound of what I write better than the looks of it．

1.The sound of a coin dropping makes people________

A．think of money    B．look at each other

C．pay attention to it    D．stop crossing the street

2.The author dislikes whistling because__________

A．he has got tired of it    B．it reminds him of tense people

C．he used to be happier D．he doesn’t like workers

3.What kind of sound does the author find pleasant?

A．Tapping sound of his typewriter．    B．Clinking sound of keys

C．Tinkling sound of a coin dropping．  D．Creaking sound of footsteps

4.How does the author feel about sounds in general?

A．They make him feel al home．      B．He thinks they should be ignored

C．He prefers silence to loud noises．   D．He believes they are part of our life

That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.
As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers. Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.
About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.
Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired any more. I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.
Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside, “Alisa Camacho？” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name？ The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes. “Is this what you're looking for？” he asked, holding up a small square shape.
It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn't get much sleep that night, but I had got my wallet back. I also had got back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.
【小题1】.. How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work？