It was 7:15 in the morning of February 8, 2007． I was walking along Park Road towards the east while an old man came out of the park on the other sides of the   street． Then I saw a yellow car drive up Third Street and made a right turn into Park Road． The next moment the car hit the man while she was crossing the road． He fell with a cry． The car didn’t stop and drive off at full speed heading west． I noticed the driver was young woman wore a pair of glasses and the plate number was AC864． After two minutes later, I stopped a passed car and took the old man to the nearest hospital．                        

The Hand

Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment to draw a

picture of ___36____ for which they were thankful.

Most of the class might be _37___  economically disadvantaged, but still many would __38___ the holidays with turkeys and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the ___39___ of most of her students’ art. And they were.

   But Douglas made a(n) __40___ kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind of boy. He was the teacher’s true child of misery,__41_____ and unhappy. As other children played at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could only guess the pain Douglas felt ___42___those sad eyes.

  Yes, his picture was different. When__43____ to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a____44____. Nothing else. Just a empty hand.

   His abstract image captured the _45_____ of his classmates, Whose hand could it be ? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers__46_____ turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and __47____ people. And so the discussion went ------ until the teacher ___48__  forgot the young artist himself.

  __49____ the children had gone on to other assignments, she_50_____ at Douglas’ desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was. The little boy looked away and murmured, “It’s yours, teacher.”

  She recalled the __51___ she had taken his hand and walked with him here and there, as she had other student. How _52_____ had she said, “Take your hand, Douglas, we’ll go outside.” Or, “Let me show you how to hold your pencil.” Or, “Let’s do this together.” Douglas was most ____53__ for his teacher’s hand.

  Brushing aside a tear, she went on with her work.

  In fact, people __54___ not always say “thanks”. But they will remember the hand that ____55___ .

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

A．suggested      B．affected        C．encouraged     D．considered

A．celebrate       B．share          C．like           D．avoid

A．purposes       B．subjects        C．motivations     D．examples

A．good          B．encouraging     C．different       D．exciting

A．merry         B．naughty         C．weak         D．lively

A．behind        B．beside           C．before        D．around

A．ordered       B．asked            C．forced        D．persuaded

A．gift           B．person           C．hand         D．wonder

A．thought       B．description       C．respect       D．imagination

A．raise         B．need            C．buy          D．sell

A．look at       B．care for          C．take away     D．drive off

A．always       B．almost           C．usually       D．therefore

A．Before       B．Now that         C．Since         D．When

A．stared        B．aimed           C．paused        D．glanced

A．chances      B．forms            C．ways         D．times

A．seldom       B．often            C．soon         D．much

A．thankful      B．calm            C．pleased       D．comfortable

A．could        B．must            C．should        D．might

A．move on     B．stick above       C．reaches out     D．help out

A car drew up outside the Swan Hotel and a young man got out．Pausing only for a moment to see that he had come to the right place，he went into the hotel and rang the bell on the counter of the bar．
Mrs．Crump，the landlady，who was busy in the kitchen at the time，hurried out，wiping her hands．The young man raised his hat．
“Excuse me，”he said．“I’m looking for my uncle，Mr．White．I believe he is staying here．”
“He was staying here．”Mrs．Crump corrected him．“But I’m afraid that he went back to London yesterday．”
“Oh，dear，”said the young man，looking disappointed．“I understood that he was going to stay here until the end of the month．At least that is what his servant told me when I rang up his house．”
“Quite right，”said Mrs，Cramp．“He planned to stay here the whole of July，as he always does． But yesterday he got a telegram to say that his relative was ill．So he caught the train back to London immediately．”
“I wish he had let me know, ”The young man said．“I wrote him a letter saying that I was coming．I’ve had all this trouble for nothing．Well，since he isn’t here，there’s no point in waiting．”
He thanked Mrs．Grump and went out．Mrs．Grump went to the window and watched him drive off．When his car was out of sight，she called out：“You can come out now, Mr．White. He’s gone．”
Mr．White came out of the kitchen，where he had been waiting．
“Many thanks，Mrs．Grump，”he said，laughing，“you did that very well．These nephews of mine never gave me any peace．That young man is the worst of them all．As you see，when he needs money, he even follows me into the country．Well，perhaps next time he won’t warn me by writing a letter!”
【小题1】This story is about a man         ．

The Hand
Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class fun work to draw a picture of  36  for which they were thankful.
Most of the class might be  37   to be economically(经济上) poor, but still many would  38   a big holiday dinner with turkeys and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the   39   of most of her students’ art. And they really were.
But Douglas made a   40   kind of picture, for Douglas was a different kind of boy. He was the teacher’s true child of pity and love,  41  and unhappy. As other children played at break, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could only guess the pain Douglas felt  42   those sad eyes.
Yes, his picture was different. When he was  43  to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a  44  ---nothing else. Just an empty hand.
His picture brought out the heated  45  of his classmates. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer because farmers  46   turkeys. Another suggested a police officer’s because the police protect and  47   people. And so the discussion went --- until the teacher   48   forgot the young artist.
  49 the children had gone on to do other work, she   50 Douglas’ desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was. The little boy looked away and said in a very low voice, “It’s yours, teacher.”
She recalled the  51    when she had taken his hand and walked with him here and there and how  52   she had said, “Take your hand, Douglas, and we’ll go outside.” or “Let me show you how to hold your pencil.” or “Let’s do this together.” Douglas was most   53   for his teacher’s hand.
Brushing aside tears, she went on with her work.
In fact, people  54   not always say “Thanks”. But they would remember the hand that  55   .

If you have ever gone through a toll booth(收费所), you know that your relationship to the person in the booth is not the most intimate you'll ever have. It is one of life's frequent affairs: You hand over some money; you might get change; you drive off.

　　Late one morning in 1984, headed for lunch in San Francisco, I drove toward a booth. I heard loud music. It sounded like a party. I looked around. No other cars with their windows open. No sound trucks. I looked at the toll booth. Inside it, the man was dancing.

　　"What are you doing?" I asked.

　　"I'm having a party," he said.

　　"What about the rest of the people?" I looked at the other toll booths.

　　He said, "What do those look like to you?" He pointed down the row of toll booths.

　　"They look like……toll booths. What do they look like to you?"

　　He said, "Vertical coffins. At 8:30 every morning, live people get in. Then they die for eight hours. At 4:30, like Lazarus from the dead, they reemerge and go home. For eight hours, brain is on hold, dead on the job. Going through the motions."

　　I was amazed. This guy had developed a philosophy, a mythology about his job. Sixteen people dead on the job, and the seventeenth, in precisely the same situation, figures out a way to live. I could not help asking the next question: "Why is it different for you? You're having a good time."

He looked at me. "I knew you were going to ask that. I don't understand why anybody would think my job is boring. I have a corner office, glass on all sides. I can see the Golden Gate, San Francisco, and the Berkeley hills. Half the Western world vacations here……and I just stroll in every day and practice dancing."

1.According to the first paragraph, in most cases, how do you describe the relationship between drivers and toll booth?

A．most intimate      B．very tense         C．pretty ordinary     D．extremely hostile

2.Why did the author go to San Francisco?

A. To attend a party

B. B. To have a meal

C. To dance with the worker in the toll booth

D. To hand in the repair fee of his car

3.The underlined name “Lazarus” mentioned in the eighth paragraph probably refers to a person___________.

A. who was very active in his life

B. B. who was dead and revived from death

C. who was going to San Francisco

D. who liked dancing at work

4.According to the passage, which of the following statements is true?

A．The author passed by the toll booth every day.

B．The worker enjoyed his work very much.

C．Only western people like to spend their holidays in the Berkeley hills.

D．The dancing worker was getting badly along with his colleagues.

5.After hearing what the worker said, the author would probably_________.

A．go to the worker’s senior to complain about his bad attitude towards job.

B．go climbing the Golden Gate and the Berkeley hills to have a vacation.

C．learn to take a positive attitude to job and appreciate valuable things in life.

D．go back home instead of wasting time traveling to San Francisco.