I was in the kitchen making lunch when I saw my six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. I could only see his back. He  56   to be walking with a great effort, trying to be as  57  as possible.

    A few minutes after he disappeared into the   58  , he came running toward the house again. I went back to making sandwiches,   59   that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later,  60  , he was once again walking slowly toward the woods.

      61  curiosity, I walked out and followed him on his journey. He was  62   both hands in front of him as he walked, being  63   not to spill the water he held in them. I secretly walked   64   behind him as he went into the woods and I saw the most amazing  65  .

    Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost  66   at him to get away. A huge male deer with elaborate（精美的）antlers was   67   close. But they didn’t even move as Billy   68  . And I saw a small deer lying on the ground, obviously suffering from   69  and extreme heat, lift its head  70   to drink the water cupped in my beautiful boy’s hands.

    It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of  71  . You know, we hadn’t had any rain for three months and our crops were   72 . As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly   73   by other drops. I looked up at the sky. It was  74   God was moved to weep. The rain came that day and saved our farm, just like the  75  of one little boy who saved another.

A. happened B. seemed       C. managed    D. intended

A. quickly    B. secret  C. smoothly    D. still

A. distance   B. yard    C. woods D. park

A. wondering      B. thinking         C. studying     D. doubting

A. eventually       B. actually         C. however     D. therefore

A. Within     B. Out of     C. Beyond      D. In spite of

A. holding   B. waving   C. surrounding      D. cupping

A. careful    B. worried      C. eager  D. prepared

A. away       B. close   C. out     D. off

A. scene       B. story   C. view   D. game 

A. fought     B. signed C. screamed    D. waited

A. hardly     B. dangerously     C. easily  D. nearly

A. ran away B. turned out        C. knelt down D. settled down

A. hunger    B. disease       C. thirst   D. injury

A. in turn     B. in silence        C. with appreciation      D. with difficulty 

A. suffering B. supporting       C. sharing       D. depending

A. dying      B. reducing         C. harvesting  D. growing

A. hidden     B. covered      C. joined D. caught

A. when       B. as if    C. because      D. that

A. wish B. dream C. action D. expectation

I was in a terrible mood. Two of my friends had gone to the movies the night before and hadn’t invited me. I was in my room thinking of ways to make them sorry when my father came in. “Want to go for a ride, today, Beck? It’s a beautiful day.”

“No! Leave me alone!” Those were the last words I said to him that morning.

    My friends called and invited me to go to the mall with them a few hours later. I forgot to be mad at them and when I came home to find a note on the table. My mother put it where I would be sure to see it. “Dad has had an accident. Please meet us at Highland Park Hospital”.

    When I reached the hospital, my mother came out and told me my father’s injuries were extensive. “Your father told the driver to leave him alone and just call 911, thank God! If he had moved Daddy, there’s no telling what might have happened. A broken rib（肋骨）might have pierced（穿透）a lung...”

My mother may have said more, but I didn’t hear. I didn’t hear anything except those terrible words: Leave me alone. My dad said them to save himself from being hurt more. How much had I hurt him when I hurled those words at him earlier in the day?

    It was several days later that he was finally able to have a conversation. I held his hand gently, afraid of hurting him.

    “Daddy… I am so sorry…”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll be okay. ”

    “No,” I said, “I mean about what I said to you that day. You know, that morning?”

    My father could no more tell a lie than he could fly. He looked at me and said. “Sweetheart, I don’t remember anything about that day, not before, during or after the accident. I remember kissing you goodnight the night before, though. ”He managed a weak smile.

    My English teacher once told me that words have immeasurable power. They can hurt or they can heal. And we all have the power to choose our words. I intend to do that very carefully from now on.

The author was in bad mood that morning because _______.

    A. his father had a terrible accident

    B. he couldn’t drive to the mall with his friends

    C. his friends hadn’t invited him to the cinema

    D. his father didn’t allow him to go out with his friends

Why did the author say sorry to his father in the hospital?

    A. Because he didn’t go along with his father.

    B. Because he was rude to his father that morning.

    C. Because he failed to come earlier after the accident.

    D. Because he couldn’t look after his father in the hospital.

The reason why the author’s father said he forgot everything about that day is that _______.

    A. he had a poor memory B. he didn’t hear what his son said

    C. he just wanted to comfort his son    D. he lost his memory after the accident

What lesson did Beck learn from the matter?

    A. Don’t treat your parents badly.

    B. Don’t hurt others with rude words.

    C. Don’t move the injured in an accident.

    D. Don’t be angry with friends at small things.

It happened to me recently. I was telling someone how much I had enjoyed reading Barack Obama’s Dreams From My Father and how it had changed my views of our President. A friend I was talking to agreed with me that it was ,in his words, “a brilliantly（精彩地）written book”. However, he then went on to talk about Mr Obama in a way which suggested he had no idea of his background at all. I sensed that I was talking to a book liar.

And it seems that my friend is not the only one. Approximately two thirds of people have lied about reading a book which they haven’t. In the World Book Day’s “Report on Guilty Secrets”, Dreams From My Father is at number 9. The report lists ten books, and various authors, which people have lied about reading, and as I’m not one to lie too often (I’d hate to be caught out ),I’ll admit here and now that I haven’t read the entire top ten . But I am pleased to say that, unlike 42 percent of people, I have read the book at number one, George Orwell’s 1984. I think it’s really brilliant.

The World Book Day report also has some other interesting information in it. It says that many people lie about having read Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Fyodor Dostoevsky(I haven’t read him,but haven’t lied about it either )and Herman Melville.

Asked why they lied, the most common reason was to “impress” someone they were speaking to. This could be tricky if the conversation became more in –depth!

But when asked which authors they actually enjoy, people named J. k. Rowling, John Grisham, Sophie Kinsella (ah, the big sellers, in other words). Forty-two percent of people asked admitted they turned to the back of the book to read the end before finishing the story(I’ll come clean: I do this and am astonished that 58 percent said they had never done so).

64. How did the author find his friend a book liar?

A. By judging his manner of speaking.

B. By looking into his background.

C. By mentioning a famous name.

D. By discussing the book itself.

65. Which of the following is a “guilty secret”according to the World Book Day report?

A. Charles Dickens is very low on the top-ten list.

B. 42% of people pretended to have read 1984.

C. The author admitted having read 9 books.

D. Dreams From My Father is hardly read.

66. By lying about reading, a person hopes to      .

A. control the conversation

B. appear knowledgeable

C. learn about the book

D. make more friends

67. What is the author’s attitude to 58%of readers?

A. Favorable.

B. Uncaring

C. Doubtful

D. Friendly

It happened many years ago, and I was in high school then. Being a student from a 36  family, I had to work on weekends to make some extra money that my family couldn’t really 37   to give me, and one day after work I lost my wallet.
My old car 38  gas in the back. I paid for the gas and then put my wallet on the bumper(保险杠)，and drove off. I hadn’t even had time to 39  it when my phone rang and an old man asked me  40  I had lost my wallet. I checked the  41  of my jacket and to my horror, I had. He asked me to tell him how much money was 42  it, and I told him. He then told me where to  43  my wallet.
As I drove into his driveway, I  44  that his car was for the  45 . I was thinking that there was no way this man could 46  get out of hid car and get my wallet off the 47 . He had to pull over, 48 in his wheelchair, lower the lift, and then pick it up, I was  49 .
I knocked on the 50  and he told me to come in. I thanked him like 10 times for 51   my wallet. While I didn’t want to make him angry by offering him 52 , I really felt like offering something. So I asked him if there was anything I could do to repay his 53 , and he said, “Just pass  54  on.” I really wanted to thank him, so I 55  promised I would.

I was nineteen years old the first time I saw my own true character.
My trip to and from work each day included a ten-minute walk through the heart of downtown, where the   36  often gathered. Like most busy citizens, I learned to   37  those nameless faces. When it came to homeless beggars, my   38  life experience had led me to one   39  that they are on the street because they choose to be, probably due to alcohol or drugs.
It was an extremely cold day. When I passed the groups of beggars as usual, I heard a shaky voice target me. 
“Spare some change?” he asked.
I didn’t even   40  looking up at his nameless face. I briefly   41  him walking into a liquor store and buying whiskey with the money we spared him. Like most teenagers, it took me only moments to  42  him.
“I have no money on me,” I said quickly.
Looking back now, I feel as if God had set out that day to teach me a lesson. And God   43 . Just a few feet past him, I managed to find the only ice patch on the sidewalk. I   44  and landed heavily on my right knee. The   45  was almost killing me as I tried to get up. Then I heard a shaky voice only inches above me.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
I knew immediately this was the man I had just rushed past. Even in pain, I   46  took a quick moment to sniff for the smell of alcohol on his breath. There was none. He wasn’t   47 . I saw the   48  in his eyes.
I  49 to get to my feet. He held my arm as I walked difficultly to the nearby bus stop.
“My name is Mike,” he said. “That’s quite a fall you took, and you really need to get it checked by a doctor,” he said with deep   50 .
“This bus goes past the hospital,” I said.
Mike paused, and a look of sudden   51  crossed his face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cup. He took out all the change and held it out toward me.
“I think there’s just enough here for you to take the bus,” he said.
I was highly embarrassed as I remembered my   52 . I reached for my purse and took out my change. At least ten dollars. I offered Mike all my change.
“Thank you and take care of yourself,” I said. Both of us knew that few minutes earlier I couldn’t have   53  what happened to him.
Mike held his cup tightly,   54  it as if it were the first gift he had ever received.
A half cup of change seemed too small a gift for the man who gave a   55  to every nameless face I’ve ever seen.