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?

A 10-year-old boy fatally shot his father Friday, striking him several times as he sat in the front seat of a SUV to pick up the boy from his mother’s home for a weekend visit.

The incident happened about 3:45 p.m. on a cul-de-sac (死胡同)in the 1700 block of Cedar Cove Court, said Sgt. B. E. Williams of the Harris County Sheriff’s Department.

An investigation found that Rick James Lohstroh, 41, was shot by his son, who was sitting in the back seat of the man’s Toyota 4-Runner, said Sgt. B. E. Williams of the Harris County Sheriff’s Department. The shooting took place outside the home of Lohstroh’s ex-wife, where the boy lives with his mother and a 7-year-old brother.

“We’re not certain of anything until we finish our investigation,” Williams said. “The information we have at this time is that the 10-year-old did fire the weapon.”

The mother and the 7-year-old were inside the house when the shooting occurred, said Williams.

Williams said the gun belonged to the boy’s mother. After firing shots through the back seat, the boy exited(退出) the back of the vehicle and continued to fire at the car.

The man died on the way to Memorial Herman Hospital. Lohstroh was a doctor at the University of Texas Medical Branch. The man and woman shared custody（监护）of the children. Williams said the mother and the boy were still in the home talking to investigators Friday night.

Neighbors described the family as being quiet and keeping to themselves.

Justin Gray, 17, was walking in the neighborhood when he heard gunshots. “We’ve had a suicide（自杀）in this neighborhood once, but never anything like this,” Gray said.

1. The best title for the news should be         .

2.Which of the following is TRUE according to the news?

3.What can we infer from the report?

4.The reason why the boy shot his father      .

It was a warm March evening，and I’d just taken a seat on the bus that would take me home．It was nearly 6：00 PM，but the bus was not yet full and the driver gave no  26  that he intended to start the bus．
A middle-aged woman took a seat opposite me . She was crying．Not speaking to anyone in particular，she   27 told her story．
She had come to the city to visit her daughter．On the way to the terminal(终点站)，a thief had _28_ one of her bags．It had contained half of the money she’d brought with her．The other half was hidden under her blouse, so she _29_ still had some money left．The bus conductor，driver，and other passengers listened to her tale．
At this time, an old man _30_got on the bus．He sat in the seat directly in front of the woman．After a few minutes, all seats were __31__．The driver started the engine．The bus conductor collected tickets and began asking us where we were  _32__．When he came to the old man’s seat，he became __33__  and asked the old man whether he had any money．The old man _34__ that he did not．He explained that he _35_ all his money this morning when he’d accidentally got on the wrong bus and now he was trying to go home．
Upon hearing this，the bus conductor _36_ the old man to get off the bus．The old man was almost in tears as he begged the bus conductor to let him take that bus  _37_ he could get home before dark．The bus driver approached the old man，and repeated the conductor’s _38__ to get off the bus．
“Stop troubling him! Can’t you see he’s only trying to get home?”she interrupted．“He doesn’t have any money!”the driver shouted．“Well, that’s no  _39_ to throw him off the bus,”she insisted．Then she said,“How much is his fare?”The bus conductor mumbled the amount．“Fine.”said the woman．She _40_ inside her blouse, took out her __41__ money，and handed the fare to the bus conductor．“Here’s his fare and mine．Just stop giving him a hard time．”
All eyes turned _42__ the woman，who，just minutes before，had been crying over the money she’d lost．“It’s only money,” she shrugged．
By the time the bus pulled out of the terminal，she had given the old man some bread and a dollar．She rode the rest of the way home _43__ a Mona Lisa smile of peace and grace，and the money she’d lost _44_was forgotten．
On the road of life，the politeness and smiles of _45__ can lighten our loads and lift our spirits．How much sweeter the journey when we make it a little smoother and richer for others !

John Smith was a writer, who wrote detective stories for magazines（杂志）, though he never dealt with criminals（罪犯）. One evening he could not finish an end for a story. He sat in his study（书房）, but he had no ideas. So he decided to go to the cinema.
When he came back, he found that he had had a visitor. Someone had broken into his house. The visitor had had a drink, smoked several of his cigarettes and had read his story. The visitor left him a note. “I have read your story and I don’t think it is very good. Please read my suggestions and you can finish it. By the way, I am a thief. I’m not going to steal anything tonight. But if you become a successful writer, I will return.”
John read the thief’s suggestions. Then he sat down and wrote the rest of the story. He is still not a successful writer, and he is waiting for his “visitor” to return. Before he goes out in the evening, he always leaves a half-finished story in his study.
【小题1】Detective stories are stories about_____.

第二节完型填空（共20小题；每小题1.5分，满分30分）

请认真阅读下面短文，从短文后各题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。

I hired a carpenter to help me restore an old farmhouse. After he had just finished a rough first day on the job, a   16   tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw   17   and now his ancient pickup truck refused to   18  . While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.   19  arriving, he invited me in to meet his family.

As we walked toward the front door, he paused  20   at a small tree, touching tips of the  21   with his hands.

When opening the door, he   22   an amusing transformation. His brown face was covered with   23   and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

After leaving the  24   family, I passed the tree and my curiosity got the   25   of me. I asked him, who   26   me to the car, “Before we went in,  27   did you stop by the tree earlier”

“Oh, that’s my trouble tree,” he replied, “I know I can’t help having  28   on the job and in my life, but those troubles don’t   29   in the house with my wife and children. I know I can control one thing for 30  . I can hang them up on the tree every night  31   I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again before I  32   for work.”

“ 33   thing is,” he smiled, “when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren’t nearly as  34   as I remember  35   up the night before.”

16．A．broken     B．terrible     C．flat    D．fantastic

17．A．quit   B．deleted     C．declined    D．reduced

18．A．ride   B．increase    C．perform    D．start

19．A．Before      B．On    C．Immediately     D．Directly

20．A．shortly     B．briefly      C．quietly      D．straight

21．A．trucks       B．leaves       C．branches   D．shoots

22．A．went by    B．went over C．went off   D．went through

23．A．smiles      B．sorrow      C．confidence       D．doubts

24．A．happy       B．large C．complex   D．modern

25．A．worse       B．better       C．more D．less

26．A．drove       B．sent   C．instructed  D．walked

27．A．how  B．who  C．why  D．where

28．A．matters     B．troubles    C．questions  D．worries

29．A．belong      B．insert C．include     D．provide

30．A．instance    B．ages  C．purpose    D．sure

31．A．when B．since C．because     D．if

32．A．ask    B．come C．leave D．look

33．A．Frightful  B．Funny      C．Strange     D．Accessible

34．A．much       B．few   C．little  D．many

35．A．picking     B．holding     C．hanging    D．giving