December 24 arrived along with a heavy snow. It was my first Christmas Eve without my mother, and the day’s usual  36  had disappeared.

The telephone rang. I  37  it and went to my bedroom to bury the continuous 38 , knowing it must be my friend Rebecca calling. How could I be  39  ? I wanted to be left  40 .

My heart felt as  41  as the falling snow.  42  can I stop missing my mother?

I  43  the window. Seeing Rebecca’s car parked out front, I went back to my bed and drew the covers over my head.

“Lucy!” she shouted. “I know you’re in there. Answer the door!”

“Leave me alone!” I  44  back. I heard paper rustling(沙沙作响) as she slid  45   under the door.

“Merry Christmas, ” she called out.

Not answering the  46  made me even 47 . It wasn’t fair to my best friend. Her father and sister  48  in a car accident when she was eight years old.  49 , her mother had to return to  50 , and Rebecca was left to look after herself.

When she left, I carried the small package, sat down and  51  it. Inside was a golden pen and a journal. When I opened the journal’s front cover, out fell a bookmark with a(n)   52   written on it:

Dear Lucy,  

My words won’t heal（治愈）the  53  . But your own words can.

                                                  Love,

                                                  Rebecca

As I stared at the journal’s blank pages, a single tear fell on the page which quickly absorbed it.

That night, I  54  the phone and dialed her number.

“Looks like the snow is melting(融化), ” I said. “Spring was just ___55____the corner.”

1.A. excitement       B. disappointment C. fright             D. pity

2.A. answered         B. covered        C. picked             D. ignored

3.A. pleasure         B. puzzled        C. sadness        D. interest

4.A. regretful        B. joyful         C. comfortable    D. careful

5.A. alive            B. active         C. alone          D. crazy

6.A. light            B. white          C. heavy          D. clear

7.A. Why              B. Where          C. Whether        D. How

8.A. looked through B. looked into C. looked out D. looked up

9.A. brought          B. shouted        C. took           D. turned

10.A. anything        B. something      C. everything     D. nothing

11.A. phone           B. question       C. letter         D. door

12.A. more helpful B. more attractive C. worse            D. better

13.A. survived    B. escaped    C. lived                  D. died

14.A. As a whole B. As a result C. In all                 D. In general

15.A. work            B. wash         C. repair           D. learn

16.A. closed          B. folded       C. opened           D. painted

17.A. article         B. poem         C. notice           D. message

18.A. failure   B. pain        C. wish                    D. shame

19.A. picked up  B. picked out C. pushed back             D. put away

20.A. around     B. over        C. on              D. at

December 24 arrived along with a heavy snow. It was my first Christmas Eve without my mother, and the day’s usual  36  had disappeared.
The telephone rang. I  37  it and went to my bedroom to bury the continuous 38 , knowing it must be my friend Rebecca calling. How could I be  39 ? I wanted to be left  40 .
My heart felt as  41  as the falling snow.  42  can I stop missing my mother?
I  43  the window. Seeing Rebecca’s car parked out front, I went back to my bed and drew the covers over my head.
“Lucy!” she shouted. “I know you’re in there. Answer the door!”
“Leave me alone!” I  44  back. I heard paper rustling(沙沙作响) as she slid  45  under the door.
“Merry Christmas, ” she called out.
Not answering the  46  made me even 47. It wasn’t fair to my best friend. Her father and sister  48  in a car accident when she was eight years old.  49 , her mother had to return to  50 , and Rebecca was left to look after herself.
When she left, I carried the small package, sat down and  51  it. Inside was a golden pen and a journal. When I opened the journal’s front cover, out fell a bookmark with a(n)   52  written on it:
Dear Lucy,  
My words won’t heal（治愈）the 53  . But your own words can.
Love,
Rebecca
As I stared at the journal’s blank pages, a single tear fell on the page which quickly absorbed it.
That night, I  54  the phone and dialed her number.
“Looks like the snow is melting(融化), ” I said. “Spring was just ___55____the corner.”

December 24 arrived along with a heavy snow. It was my first Christmas Eve without my mother, and the day’s usual  21  had disappeared.

The telephone rang. I  22  it and went to my bedroom to bury the continuous 23 , knowing it must be my friend Rebecca calling. How could I be  24  ? I wanted to be left  25 .

My heart felt as  26  as the falling snow.  27  can I stop missing my mother?

I  28  the window. Seeing Rebecca’s car parked out front, I went back to my bed and drew the covers over my head.

“Lucy!” she shouted. “I know you’re in there. Answer the door!”

“Leave me alone!” I  29  back. I heard paper rustling(沙沙作响) as she slid  30   under the door.

“Merry Christmas, ” she called out.

Not answering the  31  made me even 32 . It wasn’t fair to my best friend. Her father and sister  33  in a car accident when she was eight years old.  34 , her mother had to return to  35 , and Rebecca was left to look after herself.

When she left, I carried the small package, sat down and  36  it. Inside was a golden pen and a journal. When I opened the journal’s front cover, out fell a bookmark with a(n)   37   written on it:

Dear Lucy,  

My words won’t heal（治愈）the 38  . But your own words can.

                                                  Love,

                                                  Rebecca

As I stared at the journal’s blank pages, a single tear fell on the page which quickly absorbed it.

That night, I  39  the phone and dialed her number.

“Looks like the snow is melting(融化), ” I said. “Spring was just _____40____the corner.”

December1 arrived along with a heavy snow. It was my first Christmas Eve without my mother, and the day’s usual 2had disappeared.
The telephone rang. I 3it and went to my bedroom to bury the continuous4, knowing it must be my friend Rebecca calling. How could I be5? I wanted to be left6.
My heart felt as 7as the falling snow. 8can I stop missing my mother?
I 9the window. Seeing Rebecca’s car parked out front, I went back to my bed and drew the covers over my head.
“Lucy!” she shouted. “I know you’re in there. Answer the door!”
“Leave me alone!” I 10back. I heard paper rustling(沙沙作响) as she slid11under the door.
“Merry Christmas, ” she called out.
Not answering the 12made me even 47. It wasn’t fair to my best friend. Her father and sister 13 in a car accident when she was eight years old. 14, her mother had to return to 15, and Rebecca was left to look after herself.
When she left, I carried the small package, sat down and 16it. Inside was a golden pen and a journal. When I opened the journal’s front cover, out fell a bookmark with a(n)17written on it:
Dear Lucy,
My words won’t heal(治愈)the18. But your own words can.
Love,
Rebecca
As I stared at the journal’s blank pages, a single tear fell on the page which quickly absorbed it.
That night, I 19the phone and dialed her number.
“Looks like the snow is melting(融化), ” I said. “Spring was just 20the corner.”

1. 1.
   1. A.
      excitement
   2. B.
      disappointment
   3. C.
      fright
   4. D.
      pity
2. 2.
   1. A.
      answered
   2. B.
      covered
   3. C.
      picked
   4. D.
      ignored
3. 3.
   1. A.
      pleasure
   2. B.
      puzzled
   3. C.
      sadness
   4. D.
      interest
4. 4.
   1. A.
      regretful
   2. B.
      joyful
   3. C.
      comfortable
   4. D.
      careful
5. 5.
   1. A.
      alive
   2. B.
      active
   3. C.
      alone
   4. D.
      crazy
6. 6.
   1. A.
      light
   2. B.
      white
   3. C.
      heavy
   4. D.
      clear
7. 7.
   1. A.
      Why
   2. B.
      Where
   3. C.
      Whether
   4. D.
      How
8. 8.
   1. A.
      looked through
   2. B.
      looked into
   3. C.
      looked out
   4. D.
      looked up
9. 9.
   1. A.
      brought
   2. B.
      shouted
   3. C.
      took
   4. D.
      turned
10. 10.
    1. A.
       anything
    2. B.
       something
    3. C.
       everything
    4. D.
       nothing
11. 11.
    1. A.
       phone
    2. B.
       question
    3. C.
       letter
    4. D.
       door
12. 12.
    1. A.
       more helpful
    2. B.
       more attractive
    3. C.
       worse
    4. D.
       better
13. 13.
    1. A.
       survived
    2. B.
       escaped
    3. C.
       lived
    4. D.
       died
14. 14.
    1. A.
       As a whole
    2. B.
       As a result
    3. C.
       In all
    4. D.
       In general
15. 15.
    1. A.
       work
    2. B.
       wash
    3. C.
       repair
    4. D.
       learn
16. 16.
    1. A.
       closed
    2. B.
       folded
    3. C.
       opened
    4. D.
       painted
17. 17.
    1. A.
       article
    2. B.
       poem
    3. C.
       notice
    4. D.
       message
18. 18.
    1. A.
       failure
    2. B.
       pain
    3. C.
       wish
    4. D.
       shame
19. 19.
    1. A.
       picked up
    2. B.
       picked out
    3. C.
       pushed back
    4. D.
       put away
20. 20.
    1. A.
       around
    2. B.
       over
    3. C.
       on
    4. D.
       at

I’ll never forget my first daughter, who died too early from a bad accident. During those years, life was   36  . One Christmas I found my 3-year-old daughter   37  with a roll of golden wrapping paper. I had bought the paper to finish a rather important project. So I became   38  and scolded her loudly, “You are not good. And you are   39  your father’s money. You don’t know how hard your parents are working.” She was   40  and cried bitterly, running away.
    41 , she brought a gift, a golden   42  made of golden wrapping paper to me the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” I was   43  of my earlier hurting words, but my anger rose again when I found out the box was   44 . I shouted at her, “Don’t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside?” She   45  at me with tears in her eyes and cried, “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty at all. I blew   46  into the box. They’re all for you, Daddy.”
I was completely   47 . I put my arms around her and begged for her   48 . A year later, a serious   49  took the life of my daughter. I was so sad that I   50  in bed for three days and three nights, saying nothing with tears rolling down my cheek. From then on, I hated cars and kept the golden box by my bed for many years. Whenever I was   51  , I would take out an imaginary kiss and   52  the love of my daughter who had put it there.
In a very real   53  , each one of us, as humans beings, has been given a golden container   54  with unconditional love and kisses ... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There are   55  no other possessions that anyone could hold more precious than this.