There are many kinds of friends. Some are always    36   you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only   37  friends leave footprints.

　　I shall always recall (回忆) the autumn and the girl with the  38  . She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend.

　　It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves   39  on the cool  40 . In such a season, I liked walking alone in the leaves,  41   to the sound of them.

　　Autumn is a  42   season and life is uninteresting. The free days always get me   43  . But one day, the sound of a violin   44   into my ears like a stream (小溪) flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was  45   in playing her violin.

　　I had  46  seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn't know that I had been   47  there for so long but my existence (存在) did not seem to disturb her.

　　Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building  48  I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became   49  .  50  we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believe she also loved me.

Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly

   51  . To my astonishment (惊讶), the girl came over to me.

　　“You must like violin.” she said.

　　“Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.

　　Suddenly, a   52  expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual.

　　“I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that   53  me.” she said.

　　“In fact, it was your playing   54  gave me a meaningful autumn,” I answered, “Let's be friends.”

　　The girl smiled, and so did I.

I never heard her play again in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen like before. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine figure (身影) of the girl. She is like a   55 —so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that it makes the autumn beautiful.

There are many kinds of friends. Some are always    36  you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only   37 friends leave footprints.
　　I shall always recall (回忆) the autumn and the girl with the  38  . She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend.
　　It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves   39 on the cool  40 . In such a season, I liked walking alone in the leaves,  41  to the sound of them.
　　Autumn is a  42  season and life is uninteresting. The free days always get me   43  . But one day, the sound of a violin   44  into my ears like a stream (小溪) flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was  45  in playing her violin.
　　I had  46 seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn't know that I had been   47 there for so long but my existence (存在) did not seem to disturb her.
　　Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building  48 I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became   49 .  50 we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believe she also loved me.
Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly
   51 . To my astonishment (惊讶), the girl came over to me.
　　“You must like violin.” she said.
　　“Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.
　　Suddenly, a   52 expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual.
　　“I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that   53 me.” she said.
　　“In fact, it was your playing   54 gave me a meaningful autumn,” I answered, “Let's be friends.”
　　The girl smiled, and so did I.
I never heard her play again in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen like before. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine figure (身影) of the girl. She is like a   55 —so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that it makes the autumn beautiful.

There are many kinds of friends. Some are always  36 you , but don't understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only  37  friends leave footprints. (脚印).
I shall always remember the girl with the  38  .
It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves  39  in the cool  40 . In such a season, I liked walking alone in the leaves,  41  the sound of them.
Autumn is a  42  season but to me life is uninteresting. The free days always get me  43 . But one day, the sound of a violin  44  into my ears. I saw a young girl was  45  in playing her violin.
I had   46  seen her before. Lost in the music, I didn't know that I had been  47 there for so long.
Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building   48   I went downstairs to watch her performance. The  49  seemed no longer lonely and life became interesting.  50 we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good friends.
Autumn was nearly over. One day, When I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly  51 .  To my surprise, the girl came over to me and a__52  expression appeared on her face.
" I am leaving. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that  53  me” She said.
“In fact, it was your playing that gave me a meaningful autumn." I answered.
The girl smiled, and  54  did I.
I never heard her play again. She is like a  55  — so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that it makes the autumn beautiful.

There are many kinds of friends. Some are always   36  you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only   37   friends leave footprints (脚印).
I shall always recall (回忆) the autumn and the girl with the   38  . She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend.
It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves   39  on the cool   40  . In such a season, I liked walking alone in the leaves,   41  to the sound of them.
Autumn is a   42  season and life is uninteresting. The free days always get me   43  . But one day, the sound of a violin   44  into my ears like a stream (小溪) flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was   45  in playing her violin.
I had   46  seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn't know that I had been   47  there for so long but my existence (存在) did not seem to disturb her.
Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building   48  I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became   49  .    50  we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believe she also loved me.
Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly   51  . To my astonishment (惊讶), the girl came over to me.
“You must like violin.” she said.
“Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.
Suddenly, a   52  expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual.
“I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that   53  me.” she said.
“In fact, it was your playing   54  gave me a meaningful autumn,” I answered, “Let's be friends.”
The girl smiled, and so did I.
I never heard her play again in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen like before. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine figure (身影) of the girl. She is like a        55  —so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that it makes the autumn beautiful.

There are many kinds of friends. Some are always   36  you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only   37   friends leave footprints (脚印).

I shall always recall (回忆) the autumn and the girl with the   38  . She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend.

It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves   39  on the cool   40  . In such a season, I liked walking alone in the leaves,   41  to the sound of them.

Autumn is a   42  season and life is uninteresting. The free days always get me   43  . But one day, the sound of a violin   44  into my ears like a stream (小溪) flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was   45  in playing her violin.

I had   46  seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn't know that I had been   47  there for so long but my existence (存在) did not seem to disturb her.

Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building   48  I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became   49  .    50  we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believe she also loved me.

Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly   51  . To my astonishment (惊讶), the girl came over to me.

“You must like violin.” she said.

“Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.

Suddenly, a   52  expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual.

“I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that   53  me.” she said.

“In fact, it was your playing   54  gave me a meaningful autumn,” I answered, “Let's be friends.”

The girl smiled, and so did I.

I never heard her play again in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen like before. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine figure (身影) of the girl. She is like a        55  —so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that it makes the autumn beautiful.

1.                A．with           B．for            C．against   D．to

2.                A．good           B．true            C．new D．old

3.                A．sound          B．song           C．play D．violin

4.                A．shaking         B．hanging         C．falling    D．floating

5.                A．wind           B．snow           C．air   D．rain

6.                A．watching        B．listening        C．seeing    D．hearing

7.                A．lively           B．lovely          C．harvest   D．lonely

8.                A．up             B．off             C．down    D．over

9.                A．flowed         B．grew           C．entered D．ran

10.               A．lost            B．active          C．busy D．interested

11.               A．once           B．never          C．often D．usually

12.               A．waiting         B．stopping        C．standing   D．hearing

13.               A．because        B．so             C．when     D．but

14.               A．interesting      B．moving         C．encouraging    D．exciting

15.               A．But            B．However       C．Even D．Though

16.               A．stopped        B．began          C．gone D．changed

17.               A．happy          B．sad            C．strange    D．surprised

18.               A．surprised       B．excited         C．encouraged    D．interested

19.               A．that           B．which          C．it    D．who

20.               A．song           B．dream          C．fire   D．sister