Though I have traveled in hundreds of trains, few unusual things have ever happened to me. But one day in a train something did happen. I do not mean that I was hurt: no one was hurt.

I do my work in a hot country far away from England. Every September I go there to do my business, and every July I come back to England to have a rest. So every September I go to Paris and take a train from the great French city to Mendova, and at Mendova I catch my ship.

There is one very fast train from Paris to Mendova, and it suits me well. It goes as far as Endoran, but it stops at Mendova for a few minutes to let travelers get out or in. It is called The Flying Bluebird. It reaches Mendova at seven minutes past nine in the morning, and it is never late.

A ship leaves Mendova at half past eleven, and so you will understand that The Flying Bluebird suits me very well. I always travel by it, and I have nearly two and a half hours at Mendova to go from the station to the ship. That is more than enough time.

Well, one September night, I took my place in The Flying Bluebird as usual. The train leaves Paris at nine o’clock every night, and I was in my place soon after half past eight. There were three or four people there with me, but very soon a lot of others got into the train. When no more people could sit down, they began to stand up near us and also in the corridor（走廊）. In a short time the corridor was full too, and it was impossible for any more travelers to get into the train.

I could see a lot of other people outside the corridor windows, but they could not get in, and the train left Paris without them. The man sitting next to me started to ask all kinds of questions: “Where do you work? How long does it take you to get there? Are you married? How many children do you have? How much money do they pay you every year? How much do you have in the bank? How much do you spend every month?”

He asked questions for about twenty minutes but I did not give him any clear answers, and at last he stopped and began to read the paper.

I usually sleep quite well in the train, but this time I slept only a little. There were too many people, and there were too many things: small bags, large bags, coats, hats, boxes, newspapers and food. As usual, we got angry about the window. Most people wanted it shut, and two of us wanted it open. But that always happens. It was shut all night, as usual.

When I awoke in the early morning I felt hot and dirty, and glad that the journey was reaching its end. At seven minutes past nine The Flying Bluebird stopped. We were at Mendova, and I stood up thankfully. I took my two suitcases, held one in each hand, and tried to move towards the door into the corridor. In order to get out of the train, I had to pass down the corridor to the door at the far end. There was no other way out.

I could not even into the corridor. There was a suitcase on the floor by my feet, and three men were standing in my way. I felt a touch of fear. I had to get out, you see; I had to catch my ship, which left at half past eleven. And the train did not stop again until it reached Endoran, two hundred miles away.

“I must get out!” I cried. Everyone there understood me, but no one could move.

At last I was able to put one foot over the suitcase on the floor, and I nearly reached the door into the corridor. But then, very slowly, the train began to move. It was taking me away!

“Stop!” I cried. “I want to get out!” But no one outside the train could hear me, and the people inside did not care much. The train moved a little faster. What could I do? I was not even in the corridor.

Fear made me think quickly. In front of my eyes, just, above the door, was a notice that told everyone how to stop the train. I had to pull an iron thing near the notice. I did not waste time. I pulled it.

Well, a noise started above our heads. That was to show everyone that there was something wrong. It was not a small sound. Possibly the men in my ship two miles away could hear it. Then the train stopped.

No one likes to stop a train if there is no need. But I had to catch my ship. That was the only thought in my mind: to get out and catch my ship.

1.The purpose of the author writing the first paragraph is to __________.

2.What do we know about the author and the man sitting next to him?

3.On this journey on The Flying Bluebird, the author felt uncomfortable because ___________.

4.It can be learned from Para. 10 that the author was afraid that ____________.

5.The noise in the underlined sentence “a noise started above our heads”（Para.15）was made by __________.

6.What would be the best title for the text?

Though I have traveled in hundreds of trains, few unusual things have ever happened to me. But one day in a train something did happen. I do not mean that I was hurt: no one was hurt.

I do my work in a hot country far away from England. Every September I go there to do my business, and every July I come back to England to have a rest. So every September I go to Paris and take a train from the great French city to Mendova, and at Mendova I catch my ship.

There is one very fast train from Paris to Mendova, and it suits me well. It goes as far as Endoran, but it stops at Mendova for a few minutes to let travelers get out or in. It is called The Flying Bluebird. It reaches Mendova at seven minutes past nine in the morning, and it is never late.

A ship leaves Mendova at half past eleven, and so you will understand that The Flying Bluebird suits me very well. I always travel by it, and I have nearly two and a half hours at Mendova to go from the station to the ship. That is more than enough time.

Well, one September night, I took my place in The Flying Bluebird as usual. The train leaves Paris at nine o’clock every night, and I was in my place soon after half past eight. There were three or four people there with me, but very soon a lot of others got into the train. When no more people could sit down, they began to stand up near us and also in the corridor（走廊）. In a short time the corridor was full too, and it was impossible for any more travelers to get into the train.

I could see a lot of other people outside the corridor windows, but they could not get in, and the train left Paris without them. The man sitting next to me started to ask all kinds of questions: “Where do you work? How long does it take you to get there? Are you married? How many children do you have? How much money do they pay you every year? How much do you have in the bank? How much do you spend every month?”

He asked questions for about twenty minutes but I did not give him any clear answers, and at last he stopped and began to read the paper.

I usually sleep quite well in the train, but this time I slept only a little. There were too many people, and there were too many things: small bags, large bags, coats, hats, boxes, newspapers and food. As usual, we got angry about the window. Most people wanted it shut, and two of us wanted it open. But that always happens. It was shut all night, as usual.

When I awoke in the early morning I felt hot and dirty, and glad that the journey was reaching its end. At seven minutes past nine The Flying Bluebird stopped. We were at Mendova, and I stood up thankfully. I took my two suitcases, held one in each hand, and tried to move towards the door into the corridor. In order to get out of the train, I had to pass down the corridor to the door at the far end. There was no other way out.

I could not even into the corridor. There was a suitcase on the floor by my feet, and three men were standing in my way. I felt a touch of fear. I had to get out, you see; I had to catch my ship, which left at half past eleven. And the train did not stop again until it reached Endoran, two hundred miles away.

“I must get out!” I cried. Everyone there understood me, but no one could move.

At last I was able to put one foot over the suitcase on the floor, and I nearly reached the door into the corridor. But then, very slowly, the train began to move. It was taking me away!

“Stop!” I cried. “I want to get out!” But no one outside the train could hear me, and the people inside did not care much. The train moved a little faster. What could I do? I was not even in the corridor.

Fear made me think quickly. In front of my eyes, just, above the door, was a notice that told everyone how to stop the train. I had to pull an iron thing near the notice. I did not waste time. I pulled it.

Well, a noise started above our heads. That was to show everyone that there was something wrong. It was not a small sound. Possibly the men in my ship two miles away could hear it. Then the train stopped.

No one likes to stop a train if there is no need. But I had to catch my ship. That was the only thought in my mind: to get out and catch my ship.

1.The purpose of the author writing the first paragraph is to __________.

2.What do we know about the author and the man sitting next to him?

3.On this journey on The Flying Bluebird, the author felt uncomfortable because ___________.

4.It can be learned from Para. 10 that the author was afraid that ____________.

5.The noise in the underlined sentence “a noise started above our heads”（Para.15）was made by __________.

6.What would be the best title for the text?

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　　Our plan was to drive into Cambridge, catch the 7:34 train to Liverpool Street Station, then to separate and meet again for lunch. Although we arrived at Liverpool Street Station at 10:30, Joan 1 that she would go to see the Crown Jewels in the Tower of London 2 we went shopping. It was only after her sister had 3 into the fog that my wife realized that we hadn't decided where we should 4 her for lunch. 5 I had our three tickets for the concert in my pocket, this was indeed a 6 . There seemed to be nothing we could do but take a taxi to the Tower of London. However, we didn't find her.

　　It was now one o'clock, and the concert would begin at 2:30.“Perhaps she'll 7 waiting outside the concert hall,”said my wife hopefully. By this time the fog was so thick that the road traffic had to 8 , and the only way to get there was 9 underground railway. Hand in hand we 10 our way along the road to where we thought the 11 station should be. An hour later we found Tower Hill Station.

　　By now it was far 12 late even to try to get to the concert hall before the performance began at 2:30. So we decided to 13 to Cambridge. It took seven long hours instead of two as usual to 14 that journey. 15 were we able to get any food and drink on the train. Tired and hungry we finally reached home at ten. 16 the door, we heard the sound of the telephone bell. It was Joan; she had seen the Crown Jewels, had managed to get another ticket for the concert, and had had a wonderful 17 at a restaurant near the hotel where she had decided to stay at night. Now she was 18 us to discover 19 we had had an equally 20 day.

1．

[　　]

A．hoped　　　　　　B．decided

C．suggested　　　　　D．wanted

2．

[　　]

A．during　　　　　B．when

C．since　　　　　　D．before

3．

[　　]

A．hidden　　　　　　B．run

C．disappeared　　　　D．entered

4．

[　　]

A．see　　　　　　B．meet

C．wait　　　　　　D．call

5．

[　　]

A．Though　　　　　B．When

C．Since　　　　　　D．For

6．

[　　]

A．chance　　　　　　B．subject

C．matter　　　　　　D．problem

7．

[　　]

A．mind　　　　　　B．forget

C．insist on　　　　　D．think of

8．

[　　]

A．finish　　　　　　B．begin

C．stop　　　　　　D．start

9．

[　　]

A．with　　　　　　B．on

C．by　　　　　　D．through

10．

[　　]

A．made　　　　　　B．pushed

C．found　　　　　　D．felt

11．

[　　]

A．nearby　　　　　　B．near

C．nearer　　　　　　D．nearest

12．

[　　]

A．too　　　　　　B．very

C．quite　　　　　　D．so

13．

[　　]

A．walk　　　　　　B．drive

C．ride　　　　　　D．return

14．

[　　]

A．do　　　　　　B．make

C．get　　　　　　D．have

15．

[　　]

A．So　　　　　　B．Hardly

C．Nor　　　　　　D．Thus

16．

[　　]

A．Opening　　　　　　B．Knocking at

C．Closing　　　　　　D．Going to

17．

[　　]

A．breakfast　　　　　　B．lunch

C．afternoon tea　　　　　D．dinner

18．

[　　]

A．asking　　　　　　B．thinking

C．ringing　　　　　　D．wanting

19．

[　　]

A．why　　　　　　B．how

C．where　　　　　　D．whether

20．

[　　]

A．busy　　　　　　B．successful

C．free　　　　　　D．sad