My parents passed away ten years ago and I miss them terribly. But I know they are with me every day in what they taught me and in the   36   they gave me. Every morning my father’s message to me was: Remember that   37   you walk out of this door, you carry responsibility, the good name of this family, the hopes and dreams of your mom and dad. My mother often urged me to   38   the high standards she set for me. W ww.k s5u.co m

When I was in high school, I played in a rock band with friends in my class. We were devoted and practiced constantly. We moved past the guys – in – a – garage stage and   39   to be pretty good, doing getting – paid gigs (演奏会) most weekends, which made me   40  . At that time, though part of me was   41  up in that band, another part of me was the oldest son in the Clark family,   42  of my origin and a dedicated student busy applying to colleges. Without even telling my parents, I applied to Harvard. I didn’t think I had much chance of getting in,   43   I wanted to try. So I was riding around being Mr Cool Rock Musician half of the time, and the other half I was focused on family and   44   goals. I was running on parallel   45  .

When the group won a city wide Battle of the Bands, things heated up. My band mates had stars in their eyes – we might be able to make it big. However, I began to feel   46  . I realized I was on quite different tracks: I   47   was becoming two people,   48   identities back and forth depending on who I was with. I had to make an option. As I considered my   49  , my parents’ words were right there, helping me to see that my dreams weren’t about signing a record deal, letting my hair grow, and living in a tour bus. So I   50   out. My bandmasters were   51  . They thought I was crazy to withdraw   52   the peak of real success. But however successful that band got, I knew it wasn’t in line with my   53  , with my feeling of what I was   54   to do, with who I was – it simply wasn’t me.

In that instant and in many others throughout my life, my parent’s advice has helped me recenter and   55  . I could remember who I was – the hopes and dreams I carried.

36．A．property   B．advice      C．guide D．aid

37．A．when B．before      C．while D．since

38．A．come up with   B．stand up to       C．live up to  D．keep pace with

39．A．got    B．failed       C．hoped       D．attempted

40．A．lost   B．disappointed     C．confused   D．thrilled

41．A．wrapped   B．centred     C．spent D．offered

42．A．scared      B．proud       C．guilty       D．ashamed

43．A．if      B．unless       C．until  D．yet

44．A．economic  B．political    C．academic  D．literary

45．A．tracks       B．ways C．processes  D．directions

46．A．confident  B．optimistic C．cheerful    D．uncomfortable

47．A．exactly     B．actually    C．eventually D．fortunately

48．A．switching  B．acting       C．discovering      D．seeking

49．A．conditions B．choices     C．competence      D．health

50．A．gave  B．looked      C．called       D．dropped

51．A．disturbed  B．cool  C．shocked    D．tolerant

52．A．in     B．to      C．by     D．at

53．A．goals B．interests    C．personality       D．consideration

54．A．meant       B．demanded C．forced      D．aimed

55．A．recall       B．refocus     C．rebuild     D．reunite

阅读下面短文，根据所读内容在表格中的空白处填入恰当的单词。

注意：每个空格只填一个单词。

True friends are rare to come by these days. Even if you believe you’ve connected with someone, how do you really know he is a true friend? And often you will find that someone who you thought you could trust may have let you down. There are ways you can know if a friendship is true and how you can hold onto that friend.

A true friend is someone who will be there for you no matter what happens. Through good times and bad times，they will stand by you. They will accept you for who you are without trying to change you，and they will be there to help you grow in new ways.

Trust is another important aspect. A true friend will keep your secrets. They will be honest and be someone you can depend on. They will listen and be someone you know you can talk things over with，even if they may not have advice to share with you.

Friendship is a two-way street though. To find true friends and keep them, you must in turn be the same as well. Be there for them in their hard times and share the good times with them. Be someone your friends can depend on as well and offer them the same things they give to you. A friendship will fall apart fast if only one person is giving and putting all the effort in. If you are the only one making an effort, be honest.

There will be barriers in the road but that is the test of true friendship. If it can survive those barriers，it will be stronger and better than ever. St Thomas Aquinas said, “There is nothing on this earth more prized than friendship" and it holds true.

Window

　 Bill and John, both seriously ill, lived in the same room at Marie Hospital. John lived next to the only window of the room and was allowed to 21 in his bed and watch for an hour every day. But Bill had to spend all his time 22 on his back.

　 They became friends soon and talked for hours every day. They spoke of their families, their children, their hobbies, and their 23 in the American army. Each day John would sit up and 24 to his roommate Bill what he could see outside the window.

　 Through John's description, Bill's world was 25 　and brightened by all the activities and colors of the outside world. The window overlooked a beautiful park with a lovely 26, John told Bill. Ducks played on the water 27 children sailed their model boats. And a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As John described all these 28 , Bill would close his eyes and 29 　the picturesque scene. Bill was recovering 30 .However, John became weak day by day.

　 Late one night, Bill was lying in bed 31 　the ceiling when John began to cough seriously. Then doctors and nurses rushed to the room. Thirty minutes later, John 32 coughing. Now, there was only silence-- 33 silence.

　 The following morning, Bill was moved to the bed next to the window at his request. Slowly and 34, he supported himself up on one elbow to take the first look. But to his 35 , he could see nothing but a 36 　wall.

Only at that moment did he begin to realize that the pursuit of happiness was a matter of 37. It was a positive attitude we chose to express. It was not a gift that got 38 　to our doorstep each morning, nor did it come through the window. It was an inward journey. Whether a man is happy or not depends on his own thoughts 39 anything outward.

　 So Bill began to describe the 40 　world to his new roommate that he saw through the only window of the room.

21. A. stand up　　 　B. sit up　　　　　 　C. set up　　 　　　　 D. stay up

22. A. lying　　　 　 B. depending　　　 C. going　　　　　 　 D. relying

23. A. service　　　 　B. advice　　　　　 C. appearance　　 　　D. violence

24. A. explain　　 　 B. complain　　　 　 C. describe　　　　 　 D. introduce

25. A. affected　　 　B. broadened　　 　　C. damaged　　　　 　D. expanded

26. A. tower　　　 　 B. lake　　　　　 　　C. statue　　　　　 　D. hill

27. A. while　　　 　 B. though　　　　 　C. unless　　　　 　 D. until

28. A. in addition 　　B. in general　　　 　 C. in brief　　　　 　　D. in detail

29. A. see　　　　　 B. remember　　　 　 C. imagine　　　　 　D. recognize

30. A. up to now　 　 B. little by little　　　 C. sooner or later　 　　D. one by one

31. A. thinking about 　B. staring at　　　 　 C. holding up　　 　　 D. fixing on

32. A. stopped　　 　 B. continued　　　　 C. avoided　　　　　 D. survived

33. A. deadly　　　 　B. dead　　　　　 　C. breathless　　 　 D. aimless

34. A. regretfully　 　　B. fortunately　　 　 C. particularly　　 　D. hopefully

35. A. surprise　　　 　B. delight　　　　 　C. relief　　　　　 D. anger

36. A. simple　　　 　B. blank　　　　　 　C. colored　　　　 D. painted

37. A. consideration 　B. expression　　　 C. choice　　　 　　D. practice

38. A. delivered　　　 B. decorated　　　　 C. devoted　　　　　 D. determined

39. A. more than　　 　B. better than　 　　C. other than　　 　　D. rather than

40. A. friendly　　　 　B. yearly　　　　 C. lively　　　　　　 D. likely

In our class, when the bell rang and the teacher closed his book, it was a ______ for everyone to stand up.

A. signal        B. chance          C. mark            D. measure

Though I have traveled in hundreds of trains, few unusual things have ever happened to me. But one day in a train something did happen. I do not mean that I was hurt: no one was hurt.

I do my work in a hot country far away from England. Every September I go there to do my business, and every July I come back to England to have a rest. So every September I go to Paris and take a train from the great French city to Mendova, and at Mendova I catch my ship.

There is one very fast train from Paris to Mendova, and it suits me well. It goes as far as Endoran, but it stops at Mendova for a few minutes to let travelers get out or in. It is called The Flying Bluebird. It reaches Mendova at seven minutes past nine in the morning, and it is never late.

A ship leaves Mendova at half past eleven, and so you will understand that The Flying Bluebird suits me very well. I always travel by it, and I have nearly two and a half hours at Mendova to go from the station to the ship. That is more than enough time.

Well, one September night, I took my place in The Flying Bluebird as usual. The train leaves Paris at nine o’clock every night, and I was in my place soon after half past eight. There were three or four people there with me, but very soon a lot of others got into the train. When no more people could sit down, they began to stand up near us and also in the corridor（走廊）. In a short time the corridor was full too, and it was impossible for any more travelers to get into the train.

I could see a lot of other people outside the corridor windows, but they could not get in, and the train left Paris without them. The man sitting next to me started to ask all kinds of questions: “Where do you work? How long does it take you to get there? Are you married? How many children do you have? How much money do they pay you every year? How much do you have in the bank? How much do you spend every month?”

He asked questions for about twenty minutes but I did not give him any clear answers, and at last he stopped and began to read the paper.

I usually sleep quite well in the train, but this time I slept only a little. There were too many people, and there were too many things: small bags, large bags, coats, hats, boxes, newspapers and food. As usual, we got angry about the window. Most people wanted it shut, and two of us wanted it open. But that always happens. It was shut all night, as usual.

When I awoke in the early morning I felt hot and dirty, and glad that the journey was reaching its end. At seven minutes past nine The Flying Bluebird stopped. We were at Mendova, and I stood up thankfully. I took my two suitcases, held one in each hand, and tried to move towards the door into the corridor. In order to get out of the train, I had to pass down the corridor to the door at the far end. There was no other way out.

I could not even into the corridor. There was a suitcase on the floor by my feet, and three men were standing in my way. I felt a touch of fear. I had to get out, you see; I had to catch my ship, which left at half past eleven. And the train did not stop again until it reached Endoran, two hundred miles away.

“I must get out!” I cried. Everyone there understood me, but no one could move.

At last I was able to put one foot over the suitcase on the floor, and I nearly reached the door into the corridor. But then, very slowly, the train began to move. It was taking me away!

“Stop!” I cried. “I want to get out!” But no one outside the train could hear me, and the people inside did not care much. The train moved a little faster. What could I do? I was not even in the corridor.

Fear made me think quickly. In front of my eyes, just, above the door, was a notice that told everyone how to stop the train. I had to pull an iron thing near the notice. I did not waste time. I pulled it.

Well, a noise started above our heads. That was to show everyone that there was something wrong. It was not a small sound. Possibly the men in my ship two miles away could hear it. Then the train stopped.

No one likes to stop a train if there is no need. But I had to catch my ship. That was the only thought in my mind: to get out and catch my ship.

1.The purpose of the author writing the first paragraph is to __________.

2.What do we know about the author and the man sitting next to him?

3.On this journey on The Flying Bluebird, the author felt uncomfortable because ___________.

4.It can be learned from Para. 10 that the author was afraid that ____________.

5.The noise in the underlined sentence “a noise started above our heads”（Para.15）was made by __________.

6.What would be the best title for the text?