Last week I was invited to a doctor’s meeting at the Ruth hospital for incurables. In one of the wards a patient, an old man, got up shakily from his bed and moved towards me. I could see that he hadn't long to 36, but he came up to me and placed his right foot close mine on the floor.
　 “Frank！” I cried in astonishment. He couldn’t 37, as I knew, but all the time 3 8 his foot against mine.
　 My 39 raced back more than thirty years to the 40 days of 1941, when I was a student in London. The 41 was an air-raid shelter, in which I and about hundred other people slept every night. Two of the regulars were Mrs. West and her son Frank.
　　 42 wartime problems, we shelter-dwellers got to 43 each other very well. Frank West 44 me because he wasn’t 45 not even at birth. His mother told me he was 37 then, but he had 46 of a mind than a baby has. His “ 47 ” consisted of rough sounds——sounds of pleasure or anger and　 48 more. Mrs. West, then about 75, was a strong, capable woman, as she had to be, of course, because Frank 49 on her entirely. He needed all the 50 of a baby.
　 One night a policeman came and told Mrs. West that her house had been flattened by a 500-pounder. She 51 nearly everything she owned.
　 When that sort of thing happened, the rest of us helped the 52 ones. So before we 53 that morning, I stood beside Frank and 54 my right foot against his. They were about the same size. That night, then, I took a pair of shoes to the shelter for Frank. But as soon as he saw me he came running and placed his right foot against mine. After that, his 55to me was always the same.
36．A．work 　　　　　　　 B．stay　　　　　　　　　 C．live　　　　　　　　　　　 D．expect
37．A．answer　　　　　　　 B．speak　　　　　　　　 C．smile　　　　　　　　　 D．laugh
38．A．covering　　　　　　 B．moving　　　　　　 C．fighting　　　　　　　　 D．pressing
39．A．minds　　　　　　　　 B．memories　　　　　 C．thoughts　　　　　　　 D．brains
40．A．better　　　　　　　　 B．dark　　　　　　　　 C．younger　　 　　　　 D．old
41. A．cave　 　　　　　　 B．place　　　　　　　　 C．sight　　　　　　　　　　 D．scene
42．A．Discussing　 　　 B．Solving　　　　　　 C．Sharing　　 　　　　　 D．Suffering
43．A．learn from　 　　　 B．talk to　　　　　　　 C．help　　 　　　　　　　 D．know
44．A．needed　 　　　　　　 B．recognized　　　　 C．interested　 　　　　 D．encouraged
45．A．normal　 　　　　　　 B．common　　　　　 C．unusual　 　　　　　　 D．quick
46．A．more　　 　　　　　　 B．worse　　　　　　　 C．fewer　　　　　　　　　 D．less
47．A．word　 　　　　　　 B．speech　　　　　　　 C．sentence　 　　　　 D．language
48．A．not　 　　　　　　　　 B．no　　　　　　　　　　 C．something　 　　　　 D．nothing
49．A．fed　 　　　　　　　　 B．kept　　　　　　　　　 C．lived　　　　　　　　　　 D．depended
50．A．attention　 　　　　 B．control　　　　　　　 C．treatment　 　　　　 D．management
51．A．lost　 　　　　　　　　 B．needed　　　　　　　 C．destroyed　 　　　　 D．left
52．A．troublesome　　　　 B．unlucky　　　　　　 C．angry　　　　　　　　　 D．unpopular
53．A．separated　 　　　　 B．went　　　　　　　　 C．reunited　 　　　　　 D．returned
54．A．pushed 　　　　　　 B．tried　　　　　　　　 C．showed　 　　　　　 D．measured
55．A．nodding 　　 B．greeting　　　　　　　　 C．meeting　　 　　　　　 D．acting

Flowers only bloom(开花) when they are planted in the right soil. That is also true for me.
I first moved to Foxboro, Massachusetts, as a single mother with my baby daughter, Darcy. I was drawn to its New England beauty, friendly people and rich history. It happened that there were a lot of forsythia(连翘) bushes around the house in which I lived just like my childhood home. I joined St. Mark’s Episcopal Church where I taught the Sunday school. At church, I met my second husband, Dean. For more than 25 years, I bloomed in Foxboro, and I had another two children.
Then, when Darcy was a few years out of college, she moved to Alameda, California, to be near friends. I missed her badly. A year later my beloved husband Dean had deadly cancer. He only made it eight months. My heart was broken. Later I moved to Alameda with my children. It was a beautiful Victorian island, and I was grateful to spend more time with Darcy. I even attended a church and made a few friends there. Still, I couldn’t help but miss Foxboro. It had everything and everyone I loved.
One spring day, when I was walking by a school, something yellow caught my eyes. Forsythia bushes! They made me homesick and I kept back my tears. “I miss you, Foxboro,” I whispered. Then I went into a shop and looked at some ceramic(陶瓷的) pots lined up on a shelf. A large white one seemed to catch my attention. “That’ll be perfect in my living room,” I thought.
I turned it over to look at the price. Instead I found these words: “New England Pottery, Foxboro, Massachusetts.” A piece of artwork, from my second hometown, was right here. It was able to spread across the country and so were forsythia bushes. I took it as a sign that I can bloom, right where I am.
【小题1】From the text we learn that the author ____.

Flowers only bloom(开花) when they are planted in the right soil. That is also true for me.

I first moved to Foxboro, Massachusetts, as a single mother with my baby daughter, Darcy. I was drawn to its New England beauty, friendly people and rich history. It happened that there were a lot of forsythia(连翘) bushes around the house in which I lived just like my childhood home. I joined St. Mark’s Episcopal Church where I taught the Sunday school. At church, I met my second husband, Dean. For more than 25 years, I bloomed in Foxboro, and I had another two children.

Then, when Darcy was a few years out of college, she moved to Alameda, California, to be near friends. I missed her badly. A year later my beloved husband Dean had deadly cancer. He only made it eight months. My heart was broken. Later I moved to Alameda with my children. It was a beautiful Victorian island, and I was grateful to spend more time with Darcy. I even attended a church and made a few friends there. Still, I couldn’t help but miss Foxboro. It had everything and everyone I loved.

One spring day, when I was walking by a school, something yellow caught my eyes. Forsythia bushes! They made me homesick and I kept back my tears. “I miss you, Foxboro,” I whispered. Then I went into a shop and looked at some ceramic(陶瓷的) pots lined up on a shelf. A large white one seemed to catch my attention. “That’ll be perfect in my living room,” I thought.

I turned it over to look at the price. Instead I found these words: “New England Pottery, Foxboro, Massachusetts.” A piece of artwork, from my second hometown, was right here. It was able to spread across the country and so were forsythia bushes. I took it as a sign that I can bloom, right where I am.

1.From the text we learn that the author ____.

A．gave birth to three children in Foxboro

B．planted forsythia bushes around her house

C．got to know her second husband at church

D．worked as a middle school teacher in Foxboro

2.The author moved to Alameda so that she could ____.

A．have more time together with Darcy

B．forget the sorrow at her husband’s death

C．visit her children at Alameda College frequently

D．enjoy the beautiful scenery on the Victorian island

3.When the author saw forsythia bushes at a school she _____.

A．wanted to buy a ceramic pot to put them in

B．thought of her life in Foxboro

C．felt they would look great in her living room

D．believed they were real art work

4.Why does the author compare herself to flowers?

A．Because she wanted to show she likes flowers.

B．Because she can live in any place that is right like flowers.

C．Because she moved across the country just like flowers.

D．Because girls are like flowers that are blooming.

Few people ever took notice of Mr. Jimmy Tan whenever he entered a room. He was a shy, quiet and simple man who preferred to keep to himself in public. On the other hand, Mr. Thomas Kim, a fellow scientist, was a man everyone would notice on the streets. He wore bright outfits with huge flower prints, spoke with a booming voice, and his laughter could be heard from all corners of a room. In addition to the differences in their characters, Mr. Kim and Mr. Tan were also great rivals at work in the Institute of Future Science.
On Christmas Eve, everyone left work early to celebrate the special occasion, except for Mr. Tan and Mr. Kim. They were in their laboratory analyzing the results of their latest experiments. Mr. Tan realized that something special was taking place in his experiment —the bacteria he had cultured were growing extremely quickly under high pressure and at a very low temperature. After noting down the findings in his notebook, he left the room to prepare for another round of tests. Shortly after, Mr. Kim entered.
“Hey Jimmy,” Mr. Kim called out, “do you have an extra copy of the laboratory booking form?”
There was no reply, so Mr. Kim looked through Mr. Tan’s things. He soon found Mr. Tan's notebook and was horrified to see that Mr. Tan had managed to make one of the most important discoveries in modern science. He then looked into the deep-freeze cupboard where a dish containing the bacteria was kept. He put them into his pocket and returned to his own laboratory.
Mr. Tan came back an hour later to find his notebook and the dish missing. He knew that Mr. Kim had taken them and went to Mr. Kim's laboratory to find out. When he opened the door, he found Mr. Kim lying on the floor motionless. His face was pale and his skin had turned black. The deadly bacteria had been handled improperly. He shook his head and left.
【小题1】From the first paragraph we know Mr. Kim was a quite    person.