I thin she　hurt　my　feelings＿＿rather　than　by　accident　as　she　claimed．

A)virtually?    B)deliberately?      C)literally      ?D)appropriately

I thin she　hurt　my　feelings＿＿rather　than　by　accident　as　she　claimed．

1. A.
   virtually?
2. B.
   deliberately?
3. C.
   literally ?
4. D.
   appropriately

Several weeks ago, my friend advised us to sell some of our things which we will not use any more. I thought it was a good chance to  46  my 7-year-old son’s room and  47  some toys that were no longer suitable for him to play with. We  48  that all the money we got from selling the toys would be his money.
The night before the  49 , we loaded up the truck with toys and a little bike that was too  50  for him. In the yard he  51  the bike for the last time and then happily put it onto the truck. This little bike had at least two previous owners as far as we  52  . It wasn’t in the best  53  and was certainly not new, but the tires were  54  good.
We put a price of $10 on it, but it didn’t sell. So, after the sale was  55  , my friend put it on the sidewalk with a sign that  56  “FREE BIKE”. Within five minutes her doorbell rang. A little boy was   57  there. In poor English he asked whether the bike was  58  free. She said yes and that he could have it for  59  . He smiled, got on the bike and rode away.
Later that evening when I told my son how much money he had made at the sale, he was very  60  , shouting happily. He asked about a few of his things, wondering  61  they had been sold. When he asked about the bike, I told him about the little boy and that made him  62  . He was much happier than when I told him how much he had  63  . He was so happy to  64  that someone else would make good  65  of that little bike!

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。
In the fifteenth century in Nuremberg ,lived a family with eighteen children .They were so poor that two children ,who wanted to pursue their talent for  41  , knew their father would never be  42  able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.
So they tossed（掷）a coin. Albrecht Durer, the younger,  43  the toss and went off to Nuremberg .Albert went down into the dangerous 44   and ,for the next four years ,financed his brother , who did so well that his works were even better than those of most of his  45 . By the time he graduated ,he was beginning to earn  46  fees by drawing for wealthy people.
When Albrecht returned home, at dinner he drank a  47  to his beloved brother for the years of    48  that had enabled him to fulfill his  49 . He said, "Albert ,my blessed brother ,now it is your      50  to go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream ,and I will take care of you."
With tears in his eyes ,Albert held his hands close to his right cheek and said, "No ,brother. I cannot go . Look... look what four years in the mines have done to my  51  ! The bones in every finger have been  52  at least once. Lately I have been suffering from arthritis（关节炎）so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a  53 to return your toast ,much less make delicate lines with a pen or a brush. No ,brother... for me it is too  54  ."
Deeply moved ,Albrecht painstakingly drew his brother's  55  hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward .He called his powerful drawing  56  "Hands" , to which the entire world immediately opened their hearts and later they  57 it "The Praying Hands."
The next time you see a copy of that  58  creation, take a second look. Let it be your  59  ,if you still need one ,that no one ever makes it  60   !
41.A.assistance       B.art       C.science D.dreaming
42.A.fundamentally       B.frequently   C.financially   D.flexibly
43.A.won       B.lost      C.ended   D.started
44.A.mountains      B.oceans  C.deserts D.mines
45.A.classmates      B.colleagues   C.professors    D.brothers
46.A.concrete B.considerable       C.considerate  D.confidential
47.A.beer       B.drink   C.drop    D.toast
48.A.donation B.education    C.sacrifice      D.experience
49.A.attempt   B.ambition     C.assignment  D.assessment
50.A.turn       B.dream  C.kindness      D.hope
51.A.health     B.body    C.mind    D.hands
52.A.injured   B.strengthened       C.sharpened    D.used
53.A.knife      B.spoon   C.glass    D.pen
54.A.urgent    B.unnecessary C.messy  D.late
55.A.abused    B.dark     C.wide    D.fragile
56.A.seriously B.simply C.carefully     D.gently
57.A.sold       B.bought C.found   D.renamed
58.A.longing  B.touching      C.challenging  D.disturbing
59.A.reminder       B.aid       C.guide   D.coach
60.A.along     B.aside    C.alone   D.aware

When I was fourteen, I earned money in the summer by cutting lawns（草坪）, and within a few weeks I had built up a body of customers. I got to know people by the flowers they planted that I had to remember not to cut down, by the things they lost in the grass or struck in the ground on purpose. I reached the point with most of them when I knew in advance what complaint was about to be spoken, which particular request was most important. And I learned something about the measure of my neighbors by their preferred method of payment: by the job, by the month--- or not at all.
Mr. Ballou fell into the last category, and he always had a reason why. On one day, he had no  change for a fifty, on another he was flat out of checks, on another, he was simply out when I knocked on his door. Still, except for the money apart, he was a nice enough guy, always waving or tipping his hat when he’d see me from a distance. I figured him for a thin retirement check, maybe a work-relayed injury that kept him from doing his own yard work. Sure, I kept track of the total, but I didn’t worry about the amount too much. Grass was grass, and the little that Mr. Ballou’s property comprised didn’t take long to trim (修剪).
Then, one late afternoon in mid-July, the hottest time of the year, I was walking by his house and he opened the door, mentioned me to come inside. The hall was cool, shaded, and it took my eyes a minute to adjust to the dim light. 
“ I owe you,” Mr Ballou, “ but…”
I thought I’d save him the trouble of thinking of a new excuse. “ No problem. Don’t worry about it.”
“ The bank made a mistake in my account,” he continued, ignoring my words. “ It will be cleared up in a day or two . But in the meantime I thought perhaps you could choose one or two volumes for a down payment.
He gestured toward the walls and I saw that books were stacked (堆放) everywhere. It was like a library, except with no order to the arrangement.
“ Take your time,” Mr. Ballou encouraged. “Read, borrow, keep. Find something you like. What do you read?”
“ I don’t know.” And I didn’t. I generally read what was in front of me, what I could get from the paperback stack at the drugstore, what I found at the library, magazines, the back of cereal boxes, comics. The idea of consciously seeking out a special title was new to me, but, I realized, not without appeal--- so I started to look through the piles of books.
“ You actually read all of these?”
“ This isn’t much,” Mr. Ballou said. “ This is nothing, just what I’ve kept, the ones worth looking at a second time.”
“ Pick for me, then.”
He raised his eyebrows, cocked his head, and regarded me as though measuring me for a suit. After a moment, he nodded, searched through a stack, and handed me a dark red hardbound book, fairly thick.
“ The Last of the Just,” I read. “ By Andre Schwarz-Bart. What’s it about?” “ You tell me,” he said. “ Next week.”
I started after supper, sitting outdoors on an uncomfortable kitchen chair. Within a few pages, the yard, the summer, disappeared, and I was plunged into the aching tragedy of the Holocaust, the extraordinary clash of good, represented by one decent man, and evil. Translated from French, the language was elegant, simple, impossible to resist. When the evening light finally failed I moved inside, read all through the night,
To this day, thirty years later, I vividly remember the experience. It was my first voluntary encounter with world literature, and I was stunned (震惊) by the concentrated power a novel could contain. I lacked the vocabulary, however, to translate my feelings into words, so the next week. When Mr. Ballou asked, “ Well?” I only replied, “ It was good?”
“ Keep it, then,” he said. “ Shall I suggest another?”
I nodded, and was presented with the paperback edition of Margaret Mead’s Coming of Age in Samoa ( a very important book on the study of the social and cultural development of peoples--- anthropology (人类学) ).
To make two long stories short, Mr. Ballou never paid me a cent for cutting his grass that year or the next, but for fifteen years I taught anthropology at Dartmouth College. Summer reading was not the innocent entertainment I had assumed it to be, not a light-hearted, instantly forgettable escape in a hammock (吊床) ( though I have since enjoyed many of those, too). A book, if it arrives before you at the right moment, in the proper season, at an internal in the daily business of things, will change the course of all that follows.
【小题1】.The author thought that Mr. Ballou was ______________.