My first job was at a local restaurant, where I worked for seven years and learned so many lessons, especially from a fellow   36 .

Helen was in her 30s and had extraordinary（非凡的） self-confidence, something I was really  37 . I looked up to Helen  38  she was doing what she loved—  39 people better. She always made everyone, customers and co-workers（同事）  40 and feel good.

Being a waitress changed my life. One of my  41 customers was Fred Hasbrook. He always ate an omelet, and when I saw him _42 , I tried to have it on his table as soon as he sat down.

Thanks to the new found confidence I  43 __from Helen, I dreamed of having my own  __44 . But when I called my parents to ask for a loan（贷款）, they said, “We just don’t have the money.”

The next day, Fred saw me and asked, “What’s   45  ? You’re not smiling today.” I  46__my dream with him and said, “Fred, I know I can do more if somebody  47 just have faith in(信任）me.”

Before long he handed me checks  48 __$50,000—along with a note that I have to this day. It reads, “The only collateral（抵押品）on this loan is my trust in your  49 as a person. Good people with a dream should have   50  __to make that dream come true.”

I took the checks to Merrill Lynch, where the money was provided for me. I  51 working at the restaurant, making  52 for the restaurant I would open. My plans soured（破灭）, and I lost the  53 .

Later I decided to apply for a job at Merill Lynch. Even though I had no experience, I was__54 and ended up becoming a pretty good agent.   55 ，I paid back Fred the $50,000, plus 14-percent annual interest. Five years later, I was able to open my own firm.

I Don’t Think I Wrote Wrong
Lao Yang was born in a small town. He liked reading when he studied at school. He thought the writers were respected(尊敬) and could get a lot of money. He wrote a lot of stories and posted them to the editorial departments (编辑部) but didn’t receive any answers.
Now he works in a factory. He’s busy at work. When he’s free, he always reads something. He always remembers he hoped to be a writer when he was young. One day, Xiao Ping, his ten-year-old daughter, came back. She looked worried and didn’t eat anything. She said Miss GAO, her Chinese teacher, told them to write a solicit article(征文) “My Father” that evening. But she did not know what to write.
“That’s easy,” said Lao Yang. “Let me help you.”
Then he sat down to write the solicit article at once. He easily finished it on time. He was sure Miss GAO would like it. But one afternoon he asked his daughter if the article had been chosen to post to the editorial department.
“My teacher said your article digressed from the subject(离题),” said the girl.
“I don’t think so,” Lao Yang shouted angrily. “I described(描写) just my father!”
【小题1】.. Lao Yang wrote a lot of stories because _______.

Once upon a time in a land far away, there was a wonderful old man who loved everything：animals, spiders, insects．
One day while walking through the woods, the nice old man found a cocoon（茧）of a butterfly．He took it home．A few days later, a small opening appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole．Then it seemed to stop making any progress．It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther．Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and cut off the remaining bit of the cocoon．
The butterfly then appeared easily．
But it had a swollen body and small, fragile wings．The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would be smaller in time．Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling （慢慢爬行）around with a swollen body and fragile wings．
It never was able to fly．
What the man in his kindness and hurry did not understand was that the limited cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were Nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon．
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life．If we were allowed to go through our life without any obstacles and difficulties, it would disable us．We would not be as strong as what we could have been．And we could never fly．
【小题1】The butterfly could never fly because _______________．

第二节完型填空（共20小题；每小题1.5分，满分30分）
“Dad, I’m sure I can do it well this time, I promise.” I said to myself and went up to the stage and began my play ...
Finally I __36__ from my piano and took a bow to the people in the hall. There was a __37__ and then loud applause (掌声) burst out. I knew I __38__ it. Tears filled my eyes. Then I __39__ three years ago right here when it was my turn to play. I __40__ the hall and saw my dad. He sat at the end of a __41__ with a serious face.
Suddenly I became __42__. I had practiced my piece for months, __43__ then it seemed there was something wrong with my fingers. I forced out some __44__ tune and left the stage in tears. I __45__.
On the way home my father didn’t say even a word. He just __46__ the car in silence. I didn’t say anything either. What could I say, really, after what I’d done? I knew how __47__ Dad worked to earn enough money __48__ my piano. That time he was __49__ to come to a competition(比赛), but I let him down.
I didn’t remember how we got home. Dad never said a word the entire way home, and he never __50__ one of my competitions again. I never got over the hurt of having __51__ the person I most wanted to make proud. I’d __52__ more than my competition that afternoon. I felt as if I’d lost the key to my father’s heart, and he died before I could __53__ it again.
“God, why didn’t you give me a __54__ to make it up to him?” I’d often asked.
I won first prize in the contest now. How I wish my father could share the __55__ moment with me!
36.   A. dropped     B. rose       C. turned         D. slid
37.   A. silence    B. noise      C. laughter        D. shout
38.   A. got        B. missed          C. made         D. caught
39. A. thought      B. realized      C. understood     D. remembered
40.   A. looked up   B. looked around    C. looked out  D. looked over
41.   A. seat       B. row       C. group         D. team
42.   A. nervous      B. excited       C. sick           D. tried
43    A. and       B. though      C. but            D. so
44.   A. soft       B. moving      C. nice           D. terrible
45.   A. succeeded   B. won       C. failed         D. disappeared
46.   A. drove     B. started     C. washed          D. repaired
47.   A. quickly      B. hard       C. warmly         D. happily
48.   A. on         B. in              C. for             D. with
49.   A. sad        B. happy     C. able           D. unable
50.   A. attended     B. noticed       C. heard         D. cared
51.   A. pleased      B. surprised    C. disappointed      D. satisfied
52.   A. felt        B. lost        C. made         D. learned
53.   A. open      B. close      C. forget         D. find
54.   A. piano     B. duty       C. chance              D. contest
55.   A. exciting     B. surprising   C. interesting     D. relaxing

One day, when I was working as a psychologist in England，an adolescent boy showed up in my office. It was David. He kept walking up and down restlessly, his face pale, and his hands shaking slightly. His head teacher had referred him to me. "This boy has lost his family," he wrote. "He is understandably very sad and refuses to talk to others, and I'm very worried about him. Can you help?”
I looked at David and showed him to a chair. How could I help him? There are problems psychology doesn’t have the answer to, and which no words can describe. Sometimes the best thing one can do is to listen openly and sympathetically
The first two times we met, David didn't say a word. He sat there, only looking up to look at the children's drawings on the wall behind me. I suggested we play a game of chess. He nodded. After that he played chess with me every Wednesday afternoon-in complete silence and without looking at me. It's not easy to cheat in chess, but I admit I made sure David won once or twice.
Usually, he arrived earlier than agreed, took the chess board and pieces from the shelf and began setting them up before I even got a chance to sit down. It seemed as if he enjoyed my company. But why did he never look at me?
"Perhaps he simply needs someone to share his pain with," I thought. "Perhaps he senses that I respect his suffering.” Some months later, when we were playing chess, he looked up at me suddenly.
"It’s your turn," he said.
After that day, David started talking. He got friends in school and joined a bicycle club. He wrote to me a few times about his biking with some friends, and about his plan to get into university. Now he had really started to live his own life.
Maybe I gave David something. But I also learned that one-without any words-can reach out to another person. All it takes is a hug, a shoulder to cry on, a friendly touch, and an ear that listens.
【小题1】When he first met the author, David    .