Some years ago I heard Salome Bey sing for the first time. The moment was exciting. Salome’s  36  filled the room and brought the theater to life. I was so  37  that I decided to write an article about her.

I   38  Salome Bey, telling her I was from Essence magazine, and that I wanted to meet her to talk about her career. She  39  and told me to come to her studio next Tuesday. When I hung up, I was scared out of my mind. I   40  I was lying. I was not a writer at all and hadn’t even written a grocery list.

I interviewed Salome Bey the next Tuesday. I sat there  41  , taking notes and asking questions that all began with, “Can you tell me…” I soon realized that  42   Salome Bey was one thing, but writing a story was just impossible. The  43   was almost unbearable. I    44   for days with draft after draft（草稿）. Finally I put my article into a large envelope and dropped it into a mailbox.

It didn’t take long. My article   45  . How stupid of me! I thought. How could I  46   in a world of professional writers? Knowing I couldn’t   47   the refusal letter, I threw the unopened envelope into a drawer.

Five years later, while   48  my apartment, I came across the unopened envelope. This time I opened it and read the editor’s letter in   49  :

Dear Ms Profit,

Your story on Salome Bey is nice. Yet we need some   50   materials. Please add those and return the article immediately. We would like to  51   your story soon.

Shocked, it took me a long time to   52  . Fear of refusal cost me dearly. I lost at least five hundred dollars. More importantly, I lost years of   53   writing. Today, I have become a full-time writer. Looking back on this   54  , I learned a very important lesson: You can’t   55  to doubt yourself. 

1. A. joy                   B. voice           C. speech           D. smile

2. A. proud             B. active               C. satisfied            D. moved    

3. A. visited           B. ordered              C. phoned               D. interviewed

4. A. agreed            B. refused              C. hesitated            D. paused

5. A. admitted              B. discovered          C. explained            D. knew

6. A. seriously             B. patiently       C. nervously       D. quietly

7. A. blaming           B. fooling          C. inviting         D. urging

8. A. hardship              B. failure              C. comment          D. pressure

9.A. struggled              B. painted              C. wore             D. kept

10. A. disappeared          B. returned             C. spread               D. improved

11.A. compare               B. board            C. survive          D. compete

12.A. ignore            B. deliver              C. face                 D. receive

13. A. decorating           B. repairing        C. cleaning             D. leaving

14. A. disbelief            B. anxiety          C. horror           D. panic

15. A. subjective           B. related              C. private              D. reliable

16.A. broadcast             B. create               C. publish              D. judge

17. A. recover          B. prepare              C. escape           D. concentrate

18. A. steady               B. endless              C. typical              D. enjoyable

19. A. experience           B. success              C. benefit              D. accident

20.A. attempt               B. afford           C. expect           D. pretend

Some years ago I heard Salome Bey sing for the first time. The moment was exciting. Salome’s  36 filled the room and brought the theater to life. I was so  37 that I decided to write an article about her.
I   38 Salome Bey, telling her I was from Essence magazine, and that I wanted to meet her to talk about her career. She  39 and told me to come to her studio next Tuesday. When I hung up, I was scared out of my mind. I   40 I was lying. I was not a writer at all and hadn’t even written a grocery list.
I interviewed Salome Bey the next Tuesday. I sat there  41 , taking notes and asking questions that all began with, “Can you tell me…” I soon realized that  42  Salome Bey was one thing, but writing a story was just impossible. The  43  was almost unbearable. I    44  for days with draft after draft（草稿）. Finally I put my article into a large envelope and dropped it into a mailbox.
It didn’t take long. My article   45 . How stupid of me! I thought. How could I  46  in a world of professional writers? Knowing I couldn’t   47  the refusal letter, I threw the unopened envelope into a drawer.
Five years later, while   48 my apartment, I came across the unopened envelope. This time I opened it and read the editor’s letter in   49 :
Dear Ms Profit,
Your story on Salome Bey is nice. Yet we need some   50  materials. Please add those and return the article immediately. We would like to  51  your story soon.
Shocked, it took me a long time to   52 . Fear of refusal cost me dearly. I lost at least five hundred dollars. More importantly, I lost years of   53  writing. Today, I have become a full-time writer. Looking back on this   54 , I learned a very important lesson: You can’t   55 to doubt yourself. 

It was Molly’s job to hand her father his brown paper lunch bag each morning before he headed off to work.
One morning, in addition to his usual lunch bag, Molly handed him a second paper bag. This one was worn and held together with staples (订书钉) 。
“Why two bags?” her father asked. “The other is something else,” Molly answered. “What’s in it?” “Just some stuff. Take it with you.”
Not wanting to discuss the matter, he put both bags into his briefcase, kissed Molly and rushed off. At midday he opened Molly’s bag and took out the contents: two hair ribbons(丝带), three small stones, a plastic dinosaur, a tiny sea shell, a small doll, and 13 pennies… The busy father smiled, finished eating, and swept the desk clean into the wastebasket, Molly’s stuff included.
That evening, Molly ran up behind him as he read the paper. “Where’s my bag?” “What bag?” “The one I gave you this morning.” “I left it at the office. Why?” “I forgot to put this note in it,” she said. “And, besides, Daddy, the things in the sack are the things I really like — I thought you might like to play with them. You didn’t lose the bag, did you, Daddy?” “Oh, no,” he said, lying. “I just forgot to bring it home. I’ll bring it tomorrow.” While Molly hugged her father’s neck, he unfolded the note that read: “I love you, Daddy.” Molly had given him her treasures — all that a 7-year-old held dear.
Love in a paper bag, and he missed it — not only missed it, but had thrown it in the wastebasket. So back he went to the office. Just ahead of the night janitor(看门人), he picked up the wastebasket. He put the treasures inside and carried it home carefully. The bag didn’t look so good, but the stuff was all there and that’s what counted.
After dinner, he asked Molly to tell him about the stuff in the sack. It took a long time to tell. Everything had a story or a memory.
“Sometimes I think of all the great times in this sweet life,” he thought.
We should all remember that it’s not the destination that counts in life, but the journey. That journey with the people we love is all that really matters. It is such a simple truth but it is so easily forgotten.
【小题1】Why did Molly give her father a second bag?

Some years ago when I was in my first year in college, I heard Salome Bey sing for the first time. The moment was exciting. Salome’s   1. filled the room and brought the theater to life. I was so   2.  that I decided to write an article about her.

I   3.  Salome Bey, telling her I was from Essence magazine, and that I wanted to meet her to talk about her career. She   4.  and told me to come to her studio next Tuesday. When I hung up, I was scared out of my mind. I   5.  I was lying. I was not a writer at all and hadn’t even written a grocery list.

I interviewed Salome Bey the next Tuesday. I sat there   6. , taking notes and asking questions that all began with, “Can you tell me…” I soon realized that   7.  Salome Bey was one thing, but writing a story for a national magazine was just impossible. The   8.  was almost unbearable. I struggled for days   9.  draft after draft. Finally I put my manuscript (手稿) into a large envelope and dropped it into a mailbox.

It didn’t take long. My manuscript   10. . How stupid of me! I thought. How could I   11.  in a world of professional writers? Knowing I couldn’t   12.  the rejection letter, I threw the unopened envelope into a drawer.

Five years later, I was moving to California. While   13.  my apartment, I came across the unopened envelope. This time I opened it and read the editor’s letter in   14. :

Ms. Profit,

Your story on Salome Bey is fantastic. Yet we need some more relevant materials. Please   15.  those and return the article immediately. We would like to   16.  your story soon.

Shocked, it took me a long time to   17. . Fear of rejection cost me dearly. I lost at least five hundred dollars and the chance of having my article appear in a major magazine. More importantly, I lost years of   18.  writing. Today, I have become a full-time writer.   19.  this experience, I’ve learned a very important lesson: You can’t   20.  to doubt yourself.

21.               A．voice          B．joy            C．smile D．speech

22.               A．proud          B．moved         C．satisfied   D．active

23.               A．visited         B．emailed        C．interviewed    D．phoned

24.               A．refused        B．agreed         C．hesitated  D．paused

25.               A．explained       B．discovered      C．knew D．replied

26.               A．seriously       B．nervously       C．patiently   D．quietly

27.               A．fooling         B．blaming        C．inviting    D．urging

28.               A．hardship        B．failure         C．comment  D．pressure

29.               A．on            B．by             C．with  D．in

30.               A．disappeared     B．improved       C．spread    D．returned

31.               A．compare       B．survive         C．compete  D．struggle

32.               A．face           B．deliver         C．ignore D．receive

33.               A．decorating      B．repairing       C．leaving    D．cleaning

34.               A．anxiety         B．disbelief        C．horror    D．trouble

35.               A．increase        B．replace         C．add  D．mix

36.               A．broadcast       B．create         C．assess D．publish

37.               A．concentrate     B．prepare        C．escape    D．recover

38.               A．energetic       B．enjoyable       C．typical D．endless

39.               A．Holding on to    B．Dating back to    C．Looking back on D．Dropping in on

40.               A．afford          B．attempt        C．expect    D．pretend

It was Molly’s job to hand her father his brown paper lunch bag each morning before he headed off to work.

One morning, in addition to his usual lunch bag, Molly handed him a second paper bag. This one was worn and held together with staples(书钉).

“Why two bags?”her father asked.“The other is something else,” Molly answered. “What’s in it?”“Just some stuff(东西). Take it with you.”

 Not wanting to discuss the matter, he put both sacks into his briefcase, kissed Molly and rushed off. At midday he opened Molly’s bag and took out the contents: two hair ribbons(丝带), three small stones, a plastic dinosaur, a tiny sea shell, a small doll, and 13 pennies...The busy father smiled, finished eating, and swept the desk clean into the wastebasket, Molly’s stuff included.

That evening, Molly ran up behind him as he read the paper. “Where’s my bag?”“What bag?”“The one I gave you this morning.”“I left it at the office. Why?”“I forgot to put this note in it,”she said.“And, besides, Daddy, the things in the sack are the things I really like—I thought you might like to play with them. You didn’t lose the bag, did you, Daddy?”“Oh, no,”he said, lying. “I just forgot to bring it home. I’ll bring it tomorrow.”While Molly hugged her father’s neck, he unfolded the note that read:“I love you, Daddy.”Molly had given him her treasures—all that a 7­ year ­old held.

Love in a paper bag, and he missed it—not only missed it, but had thrown it in the wastebasket. So back he went to the office. Just ahead of the night janitor(看门人), he picked up the wastebasket. He put the treasures inside and carried it home carefully. The bag didn’t look so good, but the stuff was all there and that’s what counted.

After dinner, he asked Molly to tell him about the stuff in the sack. It took a long time to tell. Everything had a story or a memory.

“Sometimes I think of all the great times in this sweet life,”he thought.

We should all remember that it’s not the destination that counts in life, but the journey. That journey with the people we love is all that really matters. It is such a simple truth but it is so easily forgotten.

1.Why did Molly give her father a second bag?

A. She didn't want to keep the things in the bag.

B. She hoped those things would bring happiness to her father.

C. She wanted to remind her father of the stories behind the things.

D. She enjoyed playing with her father.

2.How did Father deal with the bag after he opened it?

A. He kept it in the drawer.               B. He took it back home.

C. He threw it into the wastebasket.        D. He put it on his table.

3.After father heard what his daughter said，he felt ________.zxxk

A. regretful     B. surprised     C. sad    D. satisfied

4.Which of the following is the most suitable title of the passage? zxxk

A. An important journey                         B. Two bags

C. Father and daughter                        D. Love in a paper bag