I was dirty, smelly, hungry and somewhere beneath all that, suntanned（皮肤晒黑）．It was the end of an Inter-Rail holiday．My body couldn’t take any more punishment．My mind couldn’t deal with any more foreign timetables, currencies or languages．

“Never again,” I said, as I stepped onto home ground．I said exactly the same thing the following year．And the next, all I had to do was buy one train ticket and, because I was under twenty-five years old, I could spend a whole month going anywhere I wanted in Europe．Ordinary beds are never the same once you’ve learnt to sleep in the passage of a train, the rhythm rocking you into a deep sleep．

    Carrying all your possessions on your back in a rucksack（背包）makes you have a very basic approach to travel, and encourages incredible wastefulness that can lead to burning socks that have become too anti-social （不合群的），and getting rid of books when finished．On the other hand, this way of looking at life is entirely in the spirit of Inter-Rail, for common sense and reasoning can be thrown out of the window along with the paperback book and the socks．All it takes to achieve this carefree attitude is one of those tickets in your hand．

  Any system that enables young people to travel through countries at a rate of more than one a day must be pretty social．On that first trip, my friends and I were at first unware of the possibilities of this type of train ticket, thinking it was just an inexpensive way of getting to and from our chosen camp-site in southern France．But the idea of non-stop travel proved too attractive, for there was always just one more country over the border, always that little bit further to go．And what did the extra miles cost us? Nothing．

    We were not completely uninterested in culture．But this was a first holiday without parents, as it was for most other Inter-Railers, and in organizing our own timetable we left out everything except the most viable sights．This was the chance to escape the guided tour, an opportunity to do something different．I took great pride in the fact that, in many places, all I could be bothered to see was the view from the station．We were just there to get by, and to have good time doing so．In this we were not different from most of the other Inter-Railers with whom we shared passage floors, food and water, money and music．

    The excitement of travel comes from the sudden reality of somewhere that was previously just a name．It is as if the city in which you arrive never actually existed until the train pulsing at the station and you are able to see __it__ with your own tried eyes for the first time．

1．At the end of his first trip , the writer said “ Never again” because_____

A．he fell ill．

      B．he disliked trains

      C．he was tired from the journey

      D．he had lost money

2．What does the writer mean by “ this way of looking at life” in Paragraph3?

      A．Worrying about your clothes

B．Throwing unwanted things away．

C．Behaving in an anti-social way

D．Looking after your possessions

3．Why did the writer originally buy an Inter-Rail ticket?

      A．To get to one place cheaply．

      B．To meet other young people．

      C．To see a lot of famous places

      D．To go on a tour of  Europe．

4．What the writer liked about traveling without his parents was that______．

A． he could see more interesting  places

B．he could spend more time sightseeing

C．he could stay away from home longer

D．he could make his own decisions

5．What does the underlined word “it” in the last sentence of Paragraph 6 refer to?

A．A name                 B．The city                      C．The train               D．The station

I was dirty smelly hungry and some somewhere beneath all that, suntanned(皮肤晒黑).It was the end of an Inter-Rail holiday．My body couldn’t take any more punishment. My mind couldn't deal with any more foreign timetables, currencies or languages．

"Never again，" I said, as I stepped onto home ground．I said exactly the same thing the following year．And the next, all I had to do was buy one train ticket and, because I was under twenty―five years old，I could spend a whole month going anywhere I wanted in Europe. Ordinary beds are never the same once you've learnt to sleep, in the passage of a train, the rhythm rocking you into a deep sleep.

Carrying all your possessions on your back  in a tucksack(背包) makes you have a vefy basic approach to travel，and encourages incredible wastefulness that can lead  to burning socks that have become too anti-social(不合群的)，and getting rid of books when finished．On the other hand,this way of looking at life is entirely in the spirit of Inter―Rail,for common sense and reasoning can be thrown out of the window along with the paperback book and the socks．All it takes to achieve this carefree attitude is one of those tickets in your hand．

Any system that enables young people to travef through countries at a rate of more than one a day must be pretty social on that first trip,my friehds mad I were at first unaware of the possibilities of this type of train ticket，thinking it was just an inexpensive way of getting to and from our chosen camp-site in southern France．But the idea of non-stop travel proved too attractive，for there was always just one more country over the border，always that little bit further to go．And what did the extra miles cost us? Nothing.

We were not completely uninterested in culture．But this was a first holiday without parents，as it was for most other Inter-Railers,and in organizing our own timetable  we left out everything except the most available sights．This was the chance to escape the guided tour，an opportunity to do something different．I took great pride in the fact that．in many places，all I could be bothered to see was the view from the station．We were just there to get by，and to have good time doing so．In this we were not different from most of the other Inter-Raiders with whom we shared passage  floors，food and water，money and music．

The excitement of travel comes from the sudden reality of somewhere that was previously just a name．It is as if the city in which you arrive never actually existed until the train pulls in at the station and you are able to see it with your own tired eyes for the first time.

71．At the end of his first trip, the writer said“Never again”because

A．He fell ill

B．he disliked trains

C．he was tired from the journey

D．he had lost money

72．What does the writer mean by“this way of looking at life’’in Paragraph 37

A．Worrying about your clothes

B.Throwing unwanted things away

C．Behaving in an anti-social way

D.Looking after your possessions

73．Why did the writer originally buy an Inter―Rail ticket?

A．To get to one place cheaply．

B．To meet other young people．

C．To see a lot of famous places

D．To go on a tour of  Europe．

74．What the writer liked about traveling without his parents was that

A．he could see more interesting places

B．he could spend more time sightseeing

C．he could stay away from home longer

D．he could make his own decisions

75．What does the underlined word“it”in the last sentence of  Paragraph 6 refer to?

A．A name．

C．The train．

B．The city．

D．The station．

 “I was only thirteen when four of my team members and I were chosen by my swim coach to train with the Chinese National Team. The following piece shows how that experience has influenced me.”

The night before I left for China, my mother called me into her room. I entered not knowing what to expect. I sat down at the end of her very neatly-made bed, opposite the bedroom table on which she kept a Ming-style vase illustrated in great detail. She told me that my great-grandmother was still living in the surroundings of Beijing. Her name was Ren Li Ling and she was 97 years old. This was the first time I had ever heard of her.

The dragon on the vase snaked through the flowers and vines（藤蔓）as my mother said, “Pu Pu, look at me. You need to hear this so that when you go to China you will understand. You must keep this knowledge in your heart.”

She told me a story about my grandfather, Ren Li Ling's son, who left Beijing to go to college in Taiwan. She told me how the Chinese civil war kept him away from his mother for fifty years, so neither of them even knew that the other was alive. No one from Taiwan could visit, write, or call anyone in mainland. All lines of communication were cut off.

She told me of my grandfather's devotion to his own children, and how difficult it was for him to send his daughter to America for her education, fearing that same separation. He gave my mother all that he could give — nineteen years of love and fifty years of savings. I learned how my mother, through means only available in this country, would finally be able to unite my great-grandmother with my grandfather again. The dragon curled around the vase, connecting the separate vines. For a fleeting second, I felt it was present in my mother's room. It was all very strange, yet very clear. I began to understand that this trip to China was not just for me; it was for my mother, and her father, and his mother. Now, I had not only a future, but more significantly, a past. I saw the world with new eyes.

And so I went to China and met my great-grandmother. My great-aunt picked me up at the training center, and we rode in a taxi through the crowded city. The noise of the taxi and the city united into a deep roar. We finally stopped in front of a narrow street lined on either side with small one-level houses. As we made our way to a house like all the others, I drew the stares of many people in the street. My great-aunt led me through a rotting（朽烂的）doorway into a room with a furnace（炉子）, table, and a rocking chair where an old woman wearing gloves sat facing the doorway, covered with a worn brown blanket. I walked over and immediately embraced this frail woman as if I had known her all my life. My limited, broken Chinese wasn't up to expressing my complicated feelings. And even though I couldn't completely understand what she was saying in her thick Beijing accent, I knew — the same way I knew what my mother had been trying to tell me before I left. Her joy shone through her toothless smile. She wouldn't let go of my hand. I haltingly（结结巴巴地）asked her how she had managed to live such a long life. She answered in words I will never forget, “Hope has kept me alive. I have lived this long because I wanted to see my son before I died.”

My fellow team members must have wondered how two people separated by three generations could be so close. Before this trip, I would have wondered the same thing. And even now, I can't quite explain it. We were as different as two people can be; some 85 years and 8,000 miles apart. We came from two entirely different cultures; yet we were connected by a common heritage(传统).

I stayed for dinner which was cooked in a black iron wok（锅）over the furnace. The meal was lavish（过分丰盛的）, prepared in my honor. As I began to eat, with my great-grandmother beside me, I felt the dragon was present. But this time, the feeling didn't pass; the dragon had become a part of me.

My great-grandmother passed away last year at the age of 100. With her highest hopes and wildest dreams fulfilled, I know she died happy.

1. The writer’s mother called him into her room to ___________________.

A．prepare him for the trip and warn him against possible problems

B．remind him of his origin

C．ask him to look for his great-grandmother

D．share with him the story of her childhood

2. The dragon is mentioned several times in the passage because __________________.

A．the vase with the dragon on it is very valuable and beautiful

B．it stands for the blood running in every Chinese

C．it is a sign of the writer’s devotion to his birthplace

D．the writer’s mother hoped the writer would be as strong as a dragon

3. How old was the writer’s mother when she was sent to America for her education.

A．13               B．16               C．19               D．20

4.Which of the following can be inferred from the text?

A．The writer’s grandfather was afraid of a war when sending his daughter to America.

B．The hope to see her son again kept the writer’s great-grandmother alive for this long.

C．It was within the writer’s expectation that he could be so close to his great-grandmother.

D．The writer’s great-grandmother was reunited with her son before she died.

5.Which is the best title for the text?

A．We Share the Same Heritage.

B．Love from My Great-grandmother.

C．A Story from My Mother.

D．An Unforgettable Training Trip.

“I was only thirteen when four of my team members and I were chosen by my swim coach to train with the Chinese National Team. The following piece shows how that experience has influenced me.”
The night before I left for China, my mother called me into her room. I entered not knowing what to expect. I sat down at the end of her very neatly-made bed, opposite the bedroom table on which she kept a Ming-style vase illustrated in great detail. She told me that my great-grandmother was still living in the surroundings of Beijing. Her name was Ren Li Ling and she was 97 years old. This was the first time I had ever heard of her.
The dragon on the vase snaked through the flowers and vines（藤蔓）as my mother said, “Pu Pu, look at me. You need to hear this so that when you go to China you will understand. You must keep this knowledge in your heart.”
She told me a story about my grandfather, Ren Li Ling's son, who left Beijing to go to college in Taiwan. She told me how the Chinese civil war kept him away from his mother for fifty years, so neither of them even knew that the other was alive. No one from Taiwan could visit, write, or call anyone in mainland. All lines of communication were cut off.
She told me of my grandfather's devotion to his own children, and how difficult it was for him to send his daughter to America for her education, fearing that same separation. He gave my mother all that he could give — nineteen years of love and fifty years of savings. I learned how my mother, through means only available in this country, would finally be able to unite my great-grandmother with my grandfather again. The dragon curled around the vase, connecting the separate vines. For a fleeting second, I felt it was present in my mother's room. It was all very strange, yet very clear. I began to understand that this trip to China was not just for me; it was for my mother, and her father, and his mother. Now, I had not only a future, but more significantly, a past. I saw the world with new eyes.
And so I went to China and met my great-grandmother. My great-aunt picked me up at the training center, and we rode in a taxi through the crowded city. The noise of the taxi and the city united into a deep roar. We finally stopped in front of a narrow street lined on either side with small one-level houses. As we made our way to a house like all the others, I drew the stares of many people in the street. My great-aunt led me through a rotting（朽烂的）doorway into a room with a furnace（炉子）, table, and a rocking chair where an old woman wearing gloves sat facing the doorway, covered with a worn brown blanket. I walked over and immediately embraced this frail woman as if I had known her all my life. My limited, broken Chinese wasn't up to expressing my complicated feelings. And even though I couldn't completely understand what she was saying in her thick Beijing accent, I knew — the same way I knew what my mother had been trying to tell me before I left. Her joy shone through her toothless smile. She wouldn't let go of my hand. I haltingly（结结巴巴地）asked her how she had managed to live such a long life. She answered in words I will never forget, “Hope has kept me alive. I have lived this long because I wanted to see my son before I died.”
My fellow team members must have wondered how two people separated by three generations could be so close. Before this trip, I would have wondered the same thing. And even now, I can't quite explain it. We were as different as two people can be; some 85 years and 8,000 miles apart. We came from two entirely different cultures; yet we were connected by a common heritage(传统).
I stayed for dinner which was cooked in a black iron wok（锅）over the furnace. The meal was lavish（过分丰盛的）, prepared in my honor. As I began to eat, with my great-grandmother beside me, I felt the dragon was present. But this time, the feeling didn't pass; the dragon had become a part of me.
My great-grandmother passed away last year at the age of 100. With her highest hopes and wildest dreams fulfilled, I know she died happy.
【小题1】 The writer’s mother called him into her room to ___________________.