A few months ago, I went down a road to post a letter. Then I thought to take advantage of the nice weather and go for a walk. I used to take a stroll(散步)when I was in primary school,so I thought it would be nice to go down the familiar lane. However, when I was one quarter of the way around I picked up a sense that there was someone following me .I looked around and saw people in their gardens,but none of them were close enough to me for it to feel like they were the ones who were following me.

I tried to rub off the feeling,counting it as my own imagination. The next moment though I heard footsteps following behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. It was such a horrible sensation; it started up so abruptly that I wasn’t prepared for it. I really didn’t want to panic in public, so I went for the rational explanation and thought it was just a random（随意的）person from his or her garden, and I simply missed the movement since my concentration was elsewhere.I carried on at a slow pace,expecting that person to walk past me. However,no one did, so out of curiosity and wanting to find out who it was, I turned again to look,and the footsteps faded..My heart beat strongly,and I decided this leisurely walk wasn’t going to be so relaxed after all.After several seconds I turned and quickened the pace the rest of the way home all the while though those extra footsteps started up again. It went from a walk to a run,and I didn’t stop hearing them until I got in my car.

It did frighten me since I’m really not used to hearing actual footsteps, and getting the feeling of being watched and followed. It probably was just an entity(实体) that wanted to play around. It caused me no harm.I’m sure if it wanted to it could have touched me a fair number of times.

I think my awareness of spirits has reached a new level. When going on walks now I do pick up noises now and again. I feel this kind of experience that I had is one that I should write to you all about.

61.The writer writes the story         .

A.to prove that ghosts of spirits do exist            B.to show that he likes walking

C.to share his mysterious experience               D.to tell us that he is brave

62.What did he sense when he was taking a stroll?

A.He sensed that he was being followed.

B.He sensed that someone was running after him.

C.He sensed that someone tried to steal his car.

D.He sensed that a person working in the garden disappeared.

63.The underlined word”abruptly”means        .

A.quickly           B.suddenly           C.slowly                 D.loudly

64.After the writer heard the strange footsteps following behind him , he was

A.excited          B.curious        C.frightened      D.pleasant

65.Which of the following statements is true?

A.It was raining that day and few people could be seen on the road.

B.It was a farmer that took a walk randomly behind the writer.

C.The writer was frightened,but not hurt.

D.The article is most probably the writer’s diary.

When people hear that I’m the youngest person to row solo across the Atlantic Ocean, they all have the same question: How did a 22-year old woman row a 19-foot boat for 70 days through high winds and crashing waves? Well, the biggest  difficulty for me wasn’t physical. By the time I decided to do the ocean row, I had already biked 3,300 miles cross-country, run across the Mojave Desert, and swum the 325-mile length of the Allegheny River. No, the tough part would be mental: How would I handle the loneliness, the boredom of the vast sea?
I set off on January 3, 2010. I set my sights on getting past the quarter-way mark, which would take about 20 days.
Day 20, January 22, was gray and cloudy. I could have done something to celebrate, such as treating myself to a chocolate bar. But I didn’t.
I was suffering from terrible loneliness. I hadn’t seen landing over two weeks. Every day was beginning to feel the same. Eating, rowing, sleeping, watch the sky, watch the ocean.
Then, around sunset, I saw something move on the horizon. They were dolphins! They circled my boat. Suddenly I felt so grateful. They had come to help me celebrate, just when I needed them. I rowed at full strength for the next 20 minutes with the dolphins around. By the time we went our separate ways, I was no longer lonely. Better yet, I knew I would be okay.
I did make it, all 2,817 miles. I hit the coast of Guyana, South America, on March 14, after 70 days and five hours at sea. My ocean row raised $70,000 for the Blue Planet Run Foundation, which funds drinking water programs around the world. I know some athletes spend the entire journey imagining the end, and that helps them get through. But for me, the secret is to focus on the moment, where you experience the personal growth—those moments of awareness of being connected to the sun, the weather, and the waves. And, on the best day of my life, those dolphins, which freed myself from terrible loneliness.
【小题1】
Which is the step taken as part of preparation for the tough row?

When people hear that I’m the youngest person to row solo across the Atlantic Ocean, they all have the same question: How did a 22-year old woman row a 19-foot boat for 70 days through high winds and crashing waves? Well, the biggest difficulty for me wasn’t physical. By the time I decided to do the ocean row, I had already biked 3,300 miles cross-country, run across the Mojave Desert, and swum the 325-mile length of the Allegheny River. No, the tough part would be mental: How would I handle the loneliness, the boredom of the vast sea?
I set off on January 3, 2010. I set my sights on getting past the quarter-way mark, which would take about 20 days.
Day 20, January 22, was gray and cloudy. I could have done something to celebrate, such as treating myself to a chocolate bar. But I didn’t.
I was suffering from terrible loneliness. I hadn’t seen landing over two weeks. Every day was beginning to feel the same. Eating, rowing, sleeping, watch the sky, watch the ocean.
Then, around sunset, I saw something move on the horizon. They were dolphins! They circled my boat. Suddenly I felt so grateful. They had come to help me celebrate, just when I needed them. I rowed at full strength for the next 20 minutes with the dolphins around. By the time we went our separate ways, I was no longer lonely. Better yet, I knew I would be okay.
I did make it, all 2,817 miles. I hit the coast of Guyana, South America, on March 14, after 70 days and five hours at sea. My ocean row raised $70,000 for the Blue Planet Run Foundation, which funds drinking water programs around the world. I know some athletes spend the entire journey imagining the end, and that helps them get through. But for me, the secret is to focus on the moment, where you experience the personal growth — those moments of awareness of being connected to the sun, the weather, and the waves. And, on the best day of my life, those dolphins, which freed myself from terrible loneliness.
【小题1】Which is the step taken as part of preparation for the tough row?