Linda Evans was my best friend—like the sister I never had. We did everything together: piano lessons, movies, swimming, horse back riding.

When I was 13, my family moved away. Linda and I kept in touch through letters, and we saw each other on special time—like my wedding and Linda’s. Soon we were busy with children and moving to new homes, and we wrote less often. One day a card that I sent came back, stamped “Address Unknown. ” I had no idea how to find Linda.

Over the years, I missed Linda very much. I wanted to share happiness of my children and then grandchildren. And I needed to share my sadness when my brother and then mother died. There was an empty place in my heart that only a friend like Linda could fill.

One day I was reading a newspaper when I noticed a photo of a young woman who looked very much like Linda and whose last name was Wagman — Linda’s married name. “There must be thousands of Wagmans,” I thought, but I still wrote to her.

She called as soon as she got my letter. “Mrs Tobin!” she said excitedly, “Linda Evans Wagman is my mother. ”

Minutes later I heard a voice that I knew very much, even after 40 years, laughed and cried and caught up on each other’s lives. Now the empty place in my heart is filled. And there’s one thing that Linda and I know for sure: We won’t lose each other again!

1.The writer went to piano lessons with Linda Evans        .

A．at the age of 13                   B．before she got married

C．after they moved to new homes      D．before the writer’s family moved away

2.They didn’t often write to each other because they        .

A．got married                          B．had little time to do so

C．didn’t like writing letters         D．could see each other on special time

3.There was an empty place in the writer’s heart because she        .

A．was in trouble  

B．didn’t know Linda’s address

C．received the card that she sent

D．didn’t have a friend like Linda to share her happiness or sadness

4.The writer was happy when she        .

A．read the newspaper

B．heard Linda’s voice on the phone

C．met a young woman who looked a lot like Linda

D．wrote to the woman whose last name was Wagman

5.They haven’t kept in touch        .

A．for about 40 years                   B．for about 27 years

C．since they got married               D．since the writer’s family moved away

The friendship between us never fades. Mary Allen was my best friend—like a sister I never had. We did everything together: piano lessons, movies, swimming, horseback riding, and so on.

When I was 13, my family moved. Mary and I   36  in touch through letters, and we saw each other on special  37  — like my wedding and Mary’s. Soon we were  38  with children and moving to new homes, and we wrote less. One day a card that I sent came back,  39  “Address Unknown.” I had no idea how to   40   Mary.

Over the years, I thought of Mary often. I wanted to  41  stories of my children and then grandchildren. I need to share my   42 when my brother and then my mother died. There was an empty place in my heart that only a friend like Mary could  43 .

One day I was reading a newspaper   44  I notice a picture of a young woman who looked a lot like Mary and whose last name was Wagman— Mary’s married name. “There must be thousands of Wagmans,” I thought,  45 I wrote to her anyway.

She called as soon as she got my letter. “Mrs. Tobin!” she said excitedly, “Mary Allen Wagman is my mother”. Minutes later I heard a voice that I  46   at once, even after 40 years. We laughed and cried and asked about each other’s   47  .

Now the empty place in my heart is filled, and there is one thing that Mary and I know for sure: We won’t lose each other again!

　　One summer night Beethoven (贝多芬) took a walk in the suburbs (郊区) of Bonn. Suddenly he heard the notes from a piano. He stopped 1 carefully and found it was his F Sonata (奏鸣曲). He 2 the music and came to a small house. There 3 the window he saw a girl 4 a very old piano; a young 5 was making shoes beside her. He pushed the door 6 and went in. The man 7 him warmly and told him that the girl was his sister, 8 was blind but 9 music very much. They could not pay 10 music lessons. So she was 11 trying to play some music she heard 12 play. She knew it was the 13 of a great composer (作曲家). Beethoven was very much 14 . He could 15 restrain (克制) himself and said he would play some music for them. He played so 16 that the brother and sister were surprised. But 17 they had time to ask him to play 18 , Beethoven went 19 and wrote what he had just 20 . That was his famous Clair de Lune (《月光曲》).

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As a teaching student, I was sent on my first practice at a high school．During my practice, I      realized high school hadn't changed since I was there and still an awful place of Cliques（派系）．

Jess, a Year 8 student, always respected her classmates,      the lack of respect she usually received in return．Kids constantly laughed at her behind her back．As a teacher, your instinct（本能） is to      students like Jess, but you soon realize that there's only so much you can actually do．

Tyson was at the     end of the scale（等级）．A handsome Year 12 student, and always surrounded by mates, it was clear that he was a confident and popular young man．

When Jess asked to perform a solo act （独唱）in the school talent show, I    to allow her to take the stage, fearing that she might face teasing．However, I knew that it would be unfair to say no on these grounds, so her name made it onto the list of   ．

The day of the show, the whole school     in the auditorium（礼堂）．Shortly after the acts began, it was Jess's   ．Smiling, she stepped onto stage．The music started and, to my horror, she    the first line of the song．She became confused , sang in the wrong key and forgot her lyrics （歌词）．As she struggled through the song, kids whispered and laughed．

Jess looked    and was about to give up when the sound of somebody clapping along to the   of the song began to rise above the crowd．It was Tyson．

         He was clapping proudly and urged his friends to join in and, surprisingly, they did．

         Slowly, from Tyson's group to the rest of Year 12, finally throughout the auditorium, the claps  spread．

The smile on Jess's face that day is one that I'll never forget．Tyson changed my life by restoring my     in the goodness of youth．

1.A．excitedly    B．disappointedly   C．gratefully        D．curiously

2.A．in spite of      B．owing to                 C．Apart from       D．In addition to

3.A．dislike      B．praise           C．forgive         D．protect

4.A．same       B．right              C．opposite       D．general

5.A．agreed      B．decided                  C．demanded              D．hesitated

6.A．teachers     B．classmates               C．performers              D．partners

7.A．watched     B．collected         C．marched              D．celebrated

8.A．turn       B．role              C．step              D．choice

9.A．passed     B．sang               C．remembered   D．missed

10.A．hopeless  B．guilty               C．bored                   D．unprepared

11.A．sound          B．meaning                C．beat           D．ring

12.A．touch    B．faith              C．strength                 D．power

Linda Evans was my best friend—like the sister I never had. We did everything together: piano lessons, movies, swimming, horse back riding.
When I was 13, my family moved away. Linda and I kept in touch through letters, and we saw each other on special time—like my wedding and Linda’s. Soon we were busy with children and moving to new homes, and we wrote less often. One day a card that I sent came back, stamped “Address Unknown. ” I had no idea how to find Linda.
Over the years, I missed Linda very much. I wanted to share happiness of my children and then grandchildren. And I needed to share my sadness when my brother and then mother died. There was an empty place in my heart that only a friend like Linda could fill.
One day I was reading a newspaper when I noticed a photo of a young woman who looked very much like Linda and whose last name was Wagman — Linda’s married name. “There must be thousands of Wagmans,” I thought, but I still wrote to her.
She called as soon as she got my letter. “Mrs Tobin!” she said excitedly, “Linda Evans Wagman is my mother. ”
Minutes later I heard a voice that I knew very much, even after 40 years, laughed and cried and caught up on each other’s lives. Now the empty place in my heart is filled. And there’s one thing that Linda and I know for sure: We won’t lose each other again!
【小题1】The writer went to piano lessons with Linda Evans        .