Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming lake behind his house.
In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind his shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swan toward the middle of the lake, an alligator(鳄鱼) was swimming toward the shore.
His mother in the house was looking out the window and saw the two as they got closer and closer. In extreme fear, she ran toward the water, yelling(大叫) to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him.
From the dock(码头)，the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched(夺取) his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-water(拔河). The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate(有感情的). A farmer happened to drive by, took aim and shot the alligator.
After weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. The newspaper reporter asked if he would show him his scars(伤疤). The boy lifted his legs, then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, “but look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my mum wouldn’t let go. ”
Some scars have caused us deep regret, but some scars are because of love.
【小题1】From the second paragraph we can infer that_____.

There is famous story about British poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge．He was writing a poem when he was interrupted by a knock at the door．

This was an age before telephones．Someone was delivering a message．When Colcridge got back to his poem, he had lost his inspiration．His poetic mood had been broken by the knock on his

door．His unfinished poem, which could otherwise have been a masterpiece, would now never be more than a fragment(碎片,片段)．

This story tells how unexpected communication can destroy an important thought, which brings us to the cell phone．

The most common complaint about cell phones is that people talk on them to the annoyance of people around them．But marc damaging may be the cell phone’s disruption of our thoughts．

We have already entered a golden age of little white lies about our call phones, and this is by and large a healthy, productive development．" I didn't hear it ring" or " I didn't realize my cell phone had shut off" arc among the lies we tell to give ourselves space where we’re beyond reach．

The notion or idea of being unreachable is not a new concept-we havoc "Do Not Disturb" signs on the doors of hotel rooms． So why must we feel guilty when it comes to cell phones? Why must we apologize if we decide to shut off the phone for a while?

The problem is that we come from a long-established tradition of difficulty with distance communication．Until the recent mass deployment of cell phones, it was easy to communicate with someone next to us or a few feet away, but difficult with someone across town, the country or the

globe．We came to take it for granted．

But cell phones make long-distance communication common, and endanger our time by ourselves．Now time alone, or conversation with someone next to us which cannot be interrupted by a phone, is something to be cherished．Even cell phone devotees, myself usually included, can't help at times wanting to throw their cell phone away, or curse the day they were invented．

But we don't and won't, and there really is no need．All that's required to take back our private time is a general social recognition that we have the right to it．

In other words, we have to develop a healthy contempt for the rings of our phones．Given the case of making and receiving cell phone calls, if we don-t talk to the caller right now, we surely will shortly later．

A cell phone call deserves no greater priority than a random word from a person next to us．Though the call on my cell phone may be the one-in-a-million from Steven Spielberg-who has  finally read my novel and wants to make it his next movie．But most likely it is not, and I'm better

off thinking about the idea I just had for a new story, or the pizza I’ll eat for lunch．

1.What's the point of the anecdote about poet Coleridge in the first three paragraphs?

2.What does the writer thinks about people telling "white lies" about their cell phones?

3.According to the author, what is the most annoying problem caused by cell phones?

4.What does the underlined word “contempt” probably mean?

5.What does last paragraph suggest?

It ___ be the postman at the door. It’s only six o’clock.

A. mustn’t   B. can’t  C. won’t  D. needn’t

 We’ll have to find someone to have a look at the door. It won’t _________.

    A. shut           B. be shut          C. be shutting        D. shutting

One evening I heard a loud crash in our quiet neighborhood．  26 that evening, my wife had asked me to go to the store to get some soft drinks．It was a good time to let my teenage daughter Holly practice her  27  , so I sent her to the store in my truck．At dinner my son talked about how much he liked my 28 ．I enjoyed having it, but I said: "Guy, my heart is not set on that truck．I like it but it is 29  metal and won' t last forever．" After hearing the loud noise, the whole  30  ran outside．My son shouted: "Dad, Dad, Holly crashed your truck．"
My heart sank and my mind was  31 with conflicting thoughts. Was anyone hurt? Who else was involved? As I ran to the door, I heard a voice in my   32 saying: "Here is a chance to show Holly what you really  33 ．She' 11 never forget it．"
The accident had occurred in my own driveway．Holly had crashed my truck into our other car. Holly was not  34 physically but when I reached her, she was crying and saying: " Oh, Dad, I’m sorry．I know how much you love this truck．" I held her in my arms as she cried．
Later that week a friend  35 by and asked what had happened to my truck．I told her the whole  36 ．Her eyes moistened(润湿) and she said: "That happened to me when I was a girl．I  37 my dad' s car and ran into a log that had fallen  38 the road．I ruined the car．When I got home my Dad knocked me to the ground and began to kick me．
Over 40 years later, she still felt the  39 of the night．It was a deep wound on her  40  .
I remember how  41  Holly was on the night she crashed our truck, and how I  42 her．One day, when Holly thinks  43 in the future, I want her to know that I love her a thousand times more than anything else．
I repaired the car, but the dent(凹陷)in my truck is   44 there today．Every day it reminds me of what really  45 in my life．