As an intern(实习医生), I grew to understand that nursing home(疗养所)patients was a valuable part of my education－not just from a 1 angle, but for what they could 2 me personally．
Mr．Smith was my first 3 to the nursing home．His condition, regrettably, can probably exist in countless hospitals across our nation．An acute illness had brought him to our nursing home years ago, and his family 4 him shortly before he left hospital．Helpless and unable to care for himself, he had no 5 except for nursing home care, 6 he lay until I met him when I was an intern．
Mr．Smith was almost non-communicative．After transferring to the nursing home, he 7 into a tense and 8 state, waiting for his life to end．All efforts to bring him back to the mainstream life were 9 ．Nurses faithfully tended to his physical needs, while he 10 as a shell of flesh and bone, completely 11 in life．For three years, I saw him every week, but not once did I hear him speak a word．Not once could I 12 his innermost thoughts．
On my last nursing home visit, an idea struck me．I brought my 13 into Mr．Smith’s room as part of a(n) 14 in “pet treatment．” Something 15 occurred．All of a sudden, he sat up and started talking, telling me of the days when he was a boy and had a dog 16 to my own．He told me stories of adventures he and his dog had had．For the first time, I saw the soul 17 from what had been a living corpse(尸体)．
That experience taught me not to underestimate the ability of the simple things in life to 18 hearts when carefully-made medicine has failed, and never to forget that within even the weakest of human bodies lies a life that is precious indeed－ 19 that needs to be 20 and honored, even if it can’t speak for itself．
Once upon a time, there lived a rich man．He had a servant(仆人)．He and the servant loved wine and good food very much．Each time the rich man left his home, the servant would drink the wine and eat up all the nice food in the house．The rich man knew what his servant did, but he had never caught his servant doing that．
One morning, when he left home, he said to the servant, “Here are two bottles of poison(毒药)and some nice food in the house．You must take of them．” With these words, he went out．
But the servant knew that the rich man had said was untrue．After the rich man was away from his home, he enjoyed a nice meal．Because he drank too much, he was drunk and fell to the ground．When the rich man came back, he couldn't find his food and his wine．He became very angry．He woke the servant up．But the servant told his story very well．He said a cat had eaten up everything．He was afraid to be punished(惩罚), so he drank the poison to kill himself．
(1)
In the story, ________ liked wine and good food very much．
[ ]
A．
the rich man
B．
the servant
C．
both A and B
D．
neither A and B
(2)
The rich man knew that it was ________ that drank the wine and ate up all the nice food．
[ ]
A．
the cat
B．
himself
C．
nobody
D．
the servant
(3)
The rich told the servant that there was poison in the two bottles, because ________．
[ ]
A．
there was in fact poison in the bottles
B．
did not want the servant to drink his wine
C．
he wanted to kill the cat
D．
he wanted to kill the servant
(4)
In fact, ________ ate all the nice food and drank the wine．
[ ]
A．
the servant
B．
cat
C．
the rich man
D．
nobody
(5)
From the story, we know that the servant is very ________．
Last Friday, after doing all the family shopping in the town, I wanted to have a rest before catching the train．I 1 a newspaper and some chocolate and 2 into the station coffee shop．It was a cheap self-service place with long tables to 3 at．I put my heavy bag down on the floor, 4 the newspaper and the chocolate 5 the table and then went to get a cup of coffee．
When I came back with the coffee, There was someone 6 in the next seat． 7 was a boy, with dark glasses and old clothes, and 8 bright red at the front．He had started to 9 my chocolate!
Naturally, I was rather uneasy about him, but I didn’t want to have any 10 ．I just 11 the newspaper, tasted my coffee and took a bit of chocolate．The boy looked at me in 12 ．Then he took a 13 piece of my chocolate．I could hardly believe it．Still I didn’t say anything to him．When he took a third piece, I felt more 14 than uneasy．I thought, “Well, I shall have the last piece．” And I got it．
The boy gave me a strange look, then 15 up．As he left, he shouted out, “There’s something 16 with that woman!” Everyone looked at me, 17 I didn’t want to quarrel with the boy, so I kept quiet．I did not realize that I had 18 a mistake until I finished my coffee and was ready to 19 ．My face turned red when I saw 20 unopened chocolate under the newspaper．The chocolate that I had been eating was the boy’s!