Three boys and three girls were going to Fort Lauderdale and when they boarded the bus，they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags，dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them.
As the bus passed through New Jersey，they began to notice Vingo, He sat in front of them，dressed in a plain，ill-fitting suit，never moving，his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot，frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.
Deep into the night，outside Washington，the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's，and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat，and the young people began to wonder about him，trying to imagine his life：perhaps he was a sea captain，a runaway from his wife，an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus，one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.
"We're going to Florida,” she said brightly, “I hear it's really beautiful.”
“It is，”he said quietly，as if remembering something he had tried to forget.
"Want some wine?" she said. He smiled and took a swig.  He thanked her and once again returned to his silence. After a while，she went back to the others，and Vingo nodded in his sleep.
In the morning，they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's．And this time Vingo went in.  The girl insisted that he join them.  He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus，the girl sat with Vingo again，and after a while, slowly and painfully，he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years，and now he was going home.
“Are you married?”
“I don't know.
“You don’t know?” she said.
“Well，when I was in jail I wrote to my wife，”he said. “I told her that I was going to be away a long time，and that if she couldn't stand it．if the kids kept asking questions，if it hurt too much，well she could just forget me, I'd understand. Get a new guy，I said she's a wonderful woman，really something and forget about me. I told her she didn't have to write me for nothing.  And she didn't.  Not for three and a half years.”
"And you’re going home now，not knowing?”
“Yeah，”he said shyly. “Well，last week，when I was sure the parole (假释) was coming through, I wrote her again.  We used to live in Brunswick，just before Jacksonville，and there’s a big oak (橡树) tree just as you came into town. I told her that if she'd take me back，she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree，and I'd get off and come home,  If she didn't want me, forget it, no handkerchief，and I'd go on through.”
"Vow,” the girl exclaimed. "Wow.”
She told the others，and noon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick，looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children. The woman was handsome in a plain way，the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.
Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seat on the right side，waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. The bus acquired a dark，hushed mood，full of the silence of absence and lost years. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face into the ex-con's mask, as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment.
Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then，suddenly，all of the young people were up out of their seats，screaming and shouting and crying，doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo.
Vingo sat there stunned，looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs，20 of them，30 of them，maybe hundreds，a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted，the old rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.
【小题1】Which is right about Vingo?

Three boys and three girls were going to Fort Lauderdale and when they boarded the bus，they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags，dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them.

As the bus passed through New Jersey，they began to notice Vingo, He sat in front of them，dressed in a plain，ill-fitting suit，never moving，his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot，frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.

Deep into the night，outside Washington，the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's，and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat，and the young people began to wonder about him，trying to imagine his life：perhaps he was a sea captain，a runaway from his wife，an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus，one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.

"We're going to Florida,” she said brightly, “I hear it's really beautiful.”

“It is，”he said quietly，as if remembering something he had tried to forget.

"Want some wine?" she said. He smiled and took a swig.  He thanked her and once again returned to his silence. After a while，she went back to the others，and Vingo nodded in his sleep.

In the morning，they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's．And this time Vingo went in.  The girl insisted that he join them.  He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus，the girl sat with Vingo again，and after a while, slowly and painfully，he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years，and now he was going home.

“Are you married?”

“I don't know.

“You don’t know?” she said.

“Well，when I was in jail I wrote to my wife，”he said. “I told her that I was going to be away a long time，and that if she couldn't stand it．if the kids kept asking questions，if it hurt too much，well she could just forget me, I'd understand. Get a new guy，I said she's a wonderful woman，really something and forget about me. I told her she didn't have to write me for nothing.  And she didn't.  Not for three and a half years.”

"And you’re going home now，not knowing?”

“Yeah，”he said shyly. “Well，last week，when I was sure the parole (假释) was coming through, I wrote her again.  We used to live in Brunswick，just before Jacksonville，and there’s a big oak (橡树) tree just as you came into town. I told her that if she'd take me back，she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree，and I'd get off and come home,  If she didn't want me, forget it, no handkerchief，and I'd go on through.”

"Vow,” the girl exclaimed. "Wow.”

She told the others，and noon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick，looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children. The woman was handsome in a plain way，the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.

Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seat on the right side，waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. The bus acquired a dark，hushed mood，full of the silence of absence and lost years. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face into the ex-con's mask, as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment.

Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then，suddenly，all of the young people were up out of their seats，screaming and shouting and crying，doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo.

Vingo sat there stunned，looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs，20 of them，30 of them，maybe hundreds，a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted，the old rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.

1.Which is right about Vingo?

2. The underlined word "`exclaimed" probably indicates that the girl was“______”

A. surprised        B:  angry         C:  embarrassed     D.  puzzled

3. From the story，we know that

4.What is the best title for the story?

　　Elizabeth lived at the foot of a hill. Her father had a small 1 and about twenty sheep. Her mother was often ill and couldn't help him. The girl had to 2 the sheep when she was on holiday. She drove (驱赶) the sheep to the 3 and she liked singing there. Her voice (嗓子) got 4 and often sang some songs at parties.

　　 5 her aunt's help, the girl began to perform (演出) when she was sixteen. And several years later she became a 6 . She often sang all over the country and a lot of people always 7 her. She got much money but she always felt tired and hoped to have 8 .

　　One year her mother was ill again and the doctor 9 her to spend the whole summer in a 10 place. Elizabeth decided to go to a small village which stood in the 11 with her because none of the villagers knew her and she could live a 12 life. They enjoyed themselves there. But one afternoon it began to 13 while they were having a picnic on the top of a mountain. The girl asked her mother to 14 her jacket. So she caught a cold and had to go to the 15 in a small town.

　　There were many 16 at the doctor's that day. The doctor was 17 . She had to wait for a long time and then the doctor asked, “What's the matter with you, madam?”

　　Before the girl could say a word, the telephone rang and he went to answer it. And when he was going to 18 her, the telephone rang and he had to stop 19 it again. The girl stood up and said, “Please tell me your 20 , sir.”

　　“What are you going to do?” the doctor asked in surprise.

　　“I'm going to the post office and tell you all on the phone!”

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第三节完形填空（共20小题，每小题1.5分，满分30分）

阅读下面短文，从短文后所给各题的四个选项（A、B、C和D）中，选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。

Chuck was one of my students in my high school English class. He was a writer of great 21. So, when he was accepted into the journalism program at the University of Missouri, I wasn’t 22.

During his first year at college, Chuck stopped by the school a few times to keep me informed of his 23. We recalled（回忆）that we had worked together several years before to 24 money for 23 sick Cambodian babies who were being cared for by a nurse friend of mine in Thailand, a place far away yet close to our 25. Chuck raised several thousand dollars. It was an activity that 26 our formal relationship into a friendship.

In his second year at college, it was discovered that Chuck had lung cancer and had only a short while to 27. I went to see him one day. Seeing me, he was filled with 28 and we talked and laughed for most of the afternoon.

About six weeks later, Chuck died. It was a great 29 for everyone, especially for his family. Chuck was 30 and full of promise. More importantly, he was a good person, a just person.

When I went to his 31, his father told me that several weeks before, Chuck had asked him to 32 his possessions with him so that he might select a few things to be buried in the coffin(棺木) with him . Chuck 33 six items, including an essay he had written.

He told me that Chuck liked the 34 I had written to him at the bottom of the last page. In that little note, I affirmed his talent as a 35.

I was grateful for the 36 gift Chuck gave me that day. His taking my note with him offered me a great opportunity to 37 students’ lives. I felt a sense of purpose that was greater than ever. Whenever I 38 my purpose, I think of Chuck, and I am reminded of it once again: 39 have the power to affect hearts and 40 for a long time.

21. A. use                    B. promise                   C. height               D. assistance

22.A. disappointed           B. amused                    C. excited             D. surprised

23. A. secret                 B. job                          C. progress           D. family

24. A. raise                  B. borrow                    C. spend                   D. save

25. A. college                  B. hearts                         C. village              D. friends

26. A. transformed               B. divided                    C. put                   D. devoted

27. A. spare                 B. act                          C. live                  D. sleep

28. A. worry                B. joy                          C. pain                 D. tears

29. A. honor                B. comfort                   C. day                  D. loss

30. A. fortunate            B. serious                    C. talented            D. unsatisfied

31. A. funeral                      B. office                             C. dormitory      D. school

32. A. go over              B. take over                 C. give away         D. threw away

33. A. added                B. bought                    C. examined          D. chose

34. A. story                  B. letter                       C. joke                 D. message

35. A. writer                B. teacher                    C. doctor              D. comedian

36. A. excellent            B. practical                 C. extraordinary    D. expensive

37. A. believe                  B. draw                       C. know                      D. influence

38. A. remember          B. forget                         C. change             D. achieve

39. A. Parents              B. Teachers                  C. Students         D. Strangers

40. A. health                B. concentration           C. accents             D. minds