The day I became a mom was not the day my daughter was born, but seven years later. Up until that day, I had been too busy trying to survive my abusive(辱骂的) marriage. I had spent all my energy trying to run a "perfect" home that would pass inspection each evening, and I didn't see that my baby girl had become a toddler. I'd tried endlessly to please someone who could never be pleased and suddenly realized that the years had slipped by and could never return. 

Oh, I had done the normal "motherly" things, like making sure my daughter got to ballet and gym lessons. I went to all of her recitals and school concerts, parent-teacher conferences and open houses alone. We suffered from my husband's rages(暴怒) when something was spilled(溢出) at the dinner table, telling her, "It will be okay, Honey. Daddy's not really mad at you." I did all I could to protect her from hearing the awful shouting and complaints after he returned from a night of drinking. Finally I did the best thing I could do for my daughter and myself: I removed us from the home that wasn't really a home at all. 

That day I became a mom was the day when my daughter and I were sitting in our new home having a calm, quiet dinner just as I had always wanted for her. We were talking about what she had done in school and suddenly her little hand knocked over the full glass of chocolate milk by her plate. As I watched the white tablecloth and freshly painted white wall become dark brown, I looked at her small face. It was filled with fear, knowing what the consequence of the event would have meant only a week before in her father's presence. When I saw that look on her face and looked at the chocolate milk running down the wall, I simply started laughing. I am sure she thought I was crazy, but then she must have realized that I was thinking, "It's a good thing your father isn't here!" She started laughing with me, and we laughed until we cried. They were tears of joy and peace and were the first of many tears that we cried together. That was the day we knew that we were going to be okay. 

Whenever either of us spills something, even now, seventeen years later, she says, "Remember the day I spilled the chocolate milk? I knew you had done the right thing for us." That was the day I really became a mom. I discovered that being a mom isn't only going to ballet or gym, recitals, and attending every school concert and open house. It isn't keeping a tidy house and preparing perfect meals. It certainly isn't pretending things are normal when they are not. For me, being a mom started when I could laugh over spilled milk. 

                                       ---- By Linda Jones from “Chicken Soup for Soul”

1.What does the underlined part "the right thing" refer to?

A．Becoming a single mother.

B．Divorcing with her abusive husband.

C．Doing all the motherly things well and running the family.

D．Not blaming on her daughter’s spilling the chocolate milk.

2.Which statement is NOT true?．

A．The author had suffered from an unfortunate marriage for a long time.

B．All the things the author did were to protect her daughter

C．The author hadn’t been a mother until she removed from her marriage.

D．Both the author and her daughter were frightened at the husband and father.

3.Why did the author and her daughter laugh and then cry?

A．Because it was a thorough relief after they had suffered too much.

B．Because they were actually crazy.

C．Because they wouldn’t see the abusive man any more.

D．Because spilling the chocolate milk on the wall was really funny.

4.What is the best title for this article?

A．How To Be a Better Mon?               B．The Day I Became a Mom

C．A Thing Happened 17 Years Ago          D．Survive an Abusive Marriage

Many of you may wonder what else to do besides watching TV or surfing the Internet on weekends．Why not have a picnic? Junior 2 students at Beijing No．4 Middle Schoo1 had a “King of cooking” competition·
Earlier this month，about 300 students at the schoo1 went to a suburb(郊区)of Beijing to have the contest．They were divided into 24  groups．Each group had buyers，slicers  (掌刀)，firemakers．washers and cooks．
Firemakers faced the most problems during the time．Some of them had no idea how to keep fire burning． “The fire kept going out．we had to blow at the sparks(火星)and put on corn leaves and old newspapers，”said Wu Mofei，13．
“It took us an hour to make the fire．Our eyes had tears from all the smoke and our faces became dirty，”he added．   
When the fires were finally made，the cooks became the busiest people．Huang Lanye made fried celery(芹菜)and ham pickled cabbage(泡菜)and tomato soup．
She was proud of her work．“It’s my first time making Chinese dishes．My group members ate them up in minutes and said they were as delicious as what their parents made!” said the 14-year-old girl．
Finally over ten students were titled “King of Cooking”．Wang Xiaoyue，14，was one of them．“My group got a mark of 98 at the competition，’’Wang said．“We have 1earned a lot while
having so much fun! We are the best!”
Beijing No．4 Middle School has been organizing similar(类似的)fun activities for six years．“we want to give students a chance to get real life experiences and 1earn how to work as a team，’’said Jia Dong，who works for the school’s student affairs office．
【小题1】The text mainly tells us——．

（2）When I was six, I went to a local grade school．In grade school, I was __36__ the other kids because of my speech and reading __37__．All the kids would shout, “You are a dummy, you are a dummy,” and so on．I thought they were __38__ because all my grades showed it．I had no self-confidence．
Through the first five years of grade school, I was small and very clumsy．I would __39__ cups and trays in the cafe, and sometimes __40__ myself and fall onto the floor when I walked．In sixth grade, I became interested in __41__．The class had its annual field day．Each class would have its own teams __42__ against each other．I went out for all of the __43__．I was not the best __44__ I was not bad．The thing that I could do was run and run fast．This __45__ the other kids because I was so clumsy, and then __46__ a lot more name-calling from the kids．When somebody else won a race, the kids told how __47__ he was．When I won, they called me __48__; I did not know why they were doing this．I think that it was unfair, and it __49__ me．
Between seventh and eighth grade, I started to __50__．In three months, I grew seven inches．At the start of eighth grade, I began to play football．I was much bigger than everybody else; I was __51__than most of the backs we played against．The other team would not __52__ the ball towards me, so I just ran them __53__．It was the first time in my life that I was really good at something and __54__ it．It was a new feeling of __55__．
36．A．above       B．before      C．behind      D．among
37．A．materials  B．questions  C．skills     D．problems
38．A．right     B．wrong      C．rude     D．foolish
39．A．clean     B．drop     C．keep     D．serve
40．A．trip      B．help     C．enjoy     D．hurt
41．A．studies      B．sports       C．programs  D．matches
42．A．stand     B．fight     C．quarrel     D．compete
43．A．teams       B．subjects    C．tests     D．grades
44．A．because    B．if         C．but       D．and
45．A．interested  B．shocked    C．delighted  D．disappointed
46．A．happened  B．continued  C．made     D．came
47．A．famous     B．good     C．happy       D．strange
48．A．names      B．numbers   C．classmates D．leaders
49．A．frightened B．ashamed   C．hurt      D．worried
50．A．progress   B．change      C．grow     D．play
51．A．faster          B．firmer      C．cleverer    D．harder
52．A．push     B．run       C．hand     D．catch 
53．A．back     B．down     C．off       D．away
54．A．judged      B．recognizedC．decided     D．knew
55．A．courage    B．sadness     C．pride     D．regret

When I was fourteen, I earned money in the summer by cutting lawns（草坪）, and within a few weeks I had built up a body of customers. I got to know people by the flowers they planted that I had to remember not to cut down, by the things they lost in the grass or struck in the ground on purpose. I reached the point with most of them when I knew in advance what complaint was about to be spoken, which request was most important. And I learned something about the measure of my neighbors by their preferred method of payment: by the job, by the month—or not at all.
Mr. Ballou fell into the last category, and he always had a reason why. On one day, he had no change for a fifty, on another he was flat out of checks, on another, he was simply out when I knocked on his door. Still, except for the money apart, he was a nice enough guy, always waving or tipping his hat when he’d seen me from a distance. I figured him for a thin retirement check, maybe a work-related injury that kept him from doing his own yard work. Sure, I kept track of the total, but I didn’t worry about the amount too much. Grass was grass, and the little that Mr. Ballou’s property comprised didn’t take long to trim (修剪).
Then, one late afternoon in mid-July, the hottest time of the year, I was walking by his house and he opened the door, mentioned me to come inside. The hall was cool, shaded, and it took my eyes a minute to adjust to the dim light. 
“I owe you,” Mr Ballou said, “but…”
I thought I’d save him the trouble of thinking of a new excuse. “No problem. Don’t worry about it.”
“The bank made a mistake in my account,” he continued, ignoring my words. “It will be cleared up in a day or two. But in the meantime I thought perhaps you could choose one or two volumes for a down payment.
He gestured toward the walls and I saw that books were stacked (堆放) everywhere. It was like a library, except with no order to the arrangement.
“Take your time,” Mr. Ballou encouraged. “Read, borrow, keep, or find something you like. What do you read?”
“I don’t know.” And I didn’t. I generally read what was in front of me, what I could get from the paperback stack at the drugstore, what I found at the library, magazines, the back of cereal boxes, comics. The idea of consciously seeking out a special title was new to me, but, I realized, not without appeal--- so I started to look through the piles of books.
“You actually read all of these?”
“This isn’t much,” Mr. Ballou said. “This is nothing, just what I’ve kept, the ones worth looking at a second time.”
“Pick for me, then.”
He raised his eyebrows, cocked his head, and regarded me as though measuring me for a suit. After a moment, he nodded, searched through a stack, and handed me a dark red hardbound book, fairly thick.
“The Last of the Just,” I read. “By Andre Schwarz-Bart. What’s it about?”
“You tell me,” he said. “Next week.”
I started after supper, sitting outdoors on an uncomfortable kitchen chair. Within a few pages, the yard, the summer, disappeared, and I was plunged into the aching tragedy of the Holocaust, the extraordinary clash of good, represented by one decent man, and evil. Translated from French, the language was elegant, simple, impossible to resist. When the evening light finally failed I moved inside, read all through the night.
To this day, thirty years later, I vividly remember the experience. It was my first voluntary encounter with world literature, and I was amazed by the concentrated power a novel could contain. I lacked the vocabulary, however, to translate my feelings into words, so the next week. When Mr. Ballou asked, “Well?” I only replied, “It was good?”
“Keep it, then,” he said. “Shall I suggest another?”
I nodded, and was presented with the paperback edition of Margaret Mead’s Coming of Age in Samoa (a very important book on the study of the social and cultural development of peoples—anthropology (人类学) ).
To make two long stories short, Mr. Ballou never paid me a cent for cutting his grass that year or the next, but for fifteen years I taught anthropology at Dartmouth College. Summer reading was not the innocent entertainment I had assumed it to be, not a light-hearted, instantly forgettable escape in a hammock (吊床) (though I have since enjoyed many of those, too). A book, if it arrives before you at the right moment, in the proper season, at an internal in the daily business of things, will change the course of all that follows.
【小题1】Before his encounter with Mr. Ballou, the author used to read _____________.

“A thousand-mile journey begins with a single step,” as the saying goes. However,  36 it doesn’t tell us is that once the journey is started, it might be hard to stop.
That’s the  37 for Tang Renli, a senior at Nanjing University of Technology, who has backpacked to more than 200 cities in China during four years of college. To  38 his experiences, Tang has hosted a photo exhibition Play Hooky, Go Travel at the Beijing 798 Art Zone. On  __39_ are over 300 photos of his travels. The 22-year-old never  40 going to so many places when he   41  his first trip to Yangzhou during the Tomb Sweeping Day holiday in his freshman year. _42  he was hooked on travel. You may  43 how Tang could find the time, being a full-time college student. Did he really skip classes to go travel, like the  44 of his exhibition suggests? “I gave myself one to two weeks every month for travel. But I always took care of my class and  45__ first,” Tang said. Tang, who is a city planning major, has never  ___46_ a compulsory course at college.
“I spent more time and effort on my study,  47 during the finals’ weeks,” Tang said. Schoolwork was not the only  48 Tang had to face. His travel budget was  49 so Tang had to  50 what he had. He usually took the cheapest form of transport and stayed at youth hostels  ___51 less than 50 yuan per night. There were also times when he walked, hitchhiked, and slept in train stations, police offices and vans.
“Sometimes I felt  52 , helpless and even found myself in  _53 ,” Tang said. “But now that I look back, these setbacks  _54 my journey, and my life. Don’t think too much about the  ___55 because you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. And once you take your first step, the feeling is amazing and addictive.”