“BANG!” the door caused a reverberation (回声)．It was just standing there, with father standing on one side , and I on the other side．

       We were both in great anger” Never set foot in this house again!” stormed father．With tears welling up in my eyes, I rushed out of the flat and ran along the street．

       The street lights were shining, causing rather sad-feeling．I wandered aimlessly．

       A young father who held a child in his arms walked past me．I felt as if I saw my childhood from another space: happy and carefree．

       But now．．．I don’t know whether it is because I have grown up or because dad is getting old．We differ in our ways of thinking．He always put his opinions and codes of behavior on me．Whenever I do something wrong, he never admits it．We are just like two people coming from two different worlds．It feels like there is an iron door between us that can never be opened．

       I wandered the streets, without a destination in mind．My heart was frozen on this hot summer night．As I walked on there were fewer and fewer people on the streets, until I had only the street lights to keep me company．When I finally reached the high-rise apartment block in which I lived ,I saw that the light was still on．

       I thought to myself: “Is father waiting for me, or is he still angry with me?”

       In fact, it was nothing．Perhaps, dad was throwing away some of his old stamps．Perhaps he thought they were useless．I never had the courage to tell him that I liked collecting stamps．I can’t stand his outrageous(蛮横的)words: “I can’t throw you away, let alone these old papers ?”

       All the lights were off except father’s．

       Dad was always like this．Maybe he didn’t know how to express himself．After shouting at me, he never showed any mercy or any moments of regret．After an argument he has the habit of creeping up in my sleep and then tucking me underneath the covers．

       This was how he always was．He has been a leader for so long that telling everyone else what to do has become his second nature．

       The light was still on．“Am I wrong?” I whispered ,maybe．．．With the key in hand, I was as nervous as I had ever been．At last, I decided to open the door．As soon as I opened the door tears ran down my cheeks．I suddenly realized that the iron door that I had imagined between us did not exist at all．Love—it second to none．

Decide which is the best order of the following according to what happened in the passage．

       a．I opened the door and entered the house．

       b．Sadly I ran out into the street．

       c．I reached the place where I lived and saw my house still brightly lit．

       d．I thought of my father’s kindness towards me．

       e．I walked about in the street without any aim．

       A ．b,e,d,c,a    B．b,e,c,d,a    C．b,e,a,c,d   D．b,e,c,a,d

What made the writer think of his childhood ?

       A．The sight of the street lights．

       B．The sight of the empty street．

       C．The sight of a father with a child in his arms．

       D．The sight of light in his own house．

Why do you think the father often shouts at his son ?

       A．perhaps the father is getting older and older．

B．perhaps the son has already grown up．

       C．perhaps they never agree with each other．

D．perhaps the father has got used to doing that．

What conclusion can you come to after reading the passage ?

       A．The father treats his son in an unfair way．

B．The father is actually kind to his son．

       C ．The father is neither kind nor cruel to his son．

D．The father is always finding fault with his son．

完形填空（共20小题；每小题1. 5分，满分30分）
阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，然后从各题所给的四个选项（A、B、C和D）中选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。
I believe in miracles(奇迹)because I've seen so many of them．One day，a patient was referred to me who was one hundred and two years old．“There’s a  36  in my upper jaw，”she said．“I told my own dentist it's nothing，but he   37  I come to see you”
Her eighty-year-old son accompanied her．He would  38 _to add something，but she stopped him．She wanted to tell everything herself．I found a large cancer that spread over much of the
39 of her mouth．A careful examination later   40  that it was a particularly bad sort of cancer．
During her next appointment，I explained to her the   41  of the problem She clasped my
hand in hers and said，“I know you’re worried about me，but I’m just  42 ．”  
I thought otherwise．After considerable  43 _on my part，and kindness on her part because she wanted to  44_ me，she agreed to have me refer her to a cancer surgeon．She saw him，but as I expected， 45 _treatment．
About six months later she returned to my office，still energetic and  46 ．
“How are you?”I asked．
“I’m just fine，honey，”she responded  47  high spirits．“When can I get stared on fixing
my dentures(假牙)?”
Surprised to see her at all，I answered   48 ，“Let me take a look in your mouth and we’ll
see about it. ”
I couldn’t believe my eyes．The cancer that had  49  nearly the entire roof of her mouth was gone—only one small area of redness  50 ．
I had read of such things happening，but had  51 _seen them with my own eyes．That was my first miracle．Since then I've seen many others，because they keep getting  52 _to see．In fact，miracles are daily events for me now．And people are a miracle，  53  through them we have a chance to know ourselves and to  54  the miracles of one another．
Since my first miracle，I've come to understand that the time and place for a miracle is __55 we choose to find it．
36．A．cut                                    B．pain                         C．wound                D．cancer
37．A．declared                          B．suspected              C．promised           D．insisted
38．A．refuse                              B．continue                 C．attempt             D．manage
39．A．roof                                   B．corner                     C．bottom               D．surface
40．A．confirmed                       B．convinced              C．considered        D．concluded
41．A．possibility                        B．importance           C．seriousness      D．resolution
42．A．old                                     B．sick                          C．fine                      D．glad
43．A．permission                      B．support                  C．approval            D．effort
44．A．persuade                         B．please                     C．encourage         D．astonish
45．A．declined                           B．provided                 C．received             D．required
46．A．healthy                            B．elegant                   C．optimistic          D．humorous
47．A．to                                      B．in                              C．with                   D．by
48．A．worriedly                         B．confusedly    C．patiently            D．confidently
49．A．covered                           B．reached                  C．filled                    D．grown
50．A．cured                                B．faded                      C．expanded                    D．remained
51．A．ever                                  B．also                         C．never                  D．already
52．A．easier                               B．rarer                       C．happier              D．closer
53．A．or                                      B．so                             C．yet                       D．for
54．A．read                                  B．make                       C．keep                    D．see
55．A．whatever                        B．wherever               C．whoever            D．whichever

“BANG!” the door caused a reverberation(回声)．It was just standing there, with Father standing on one side, and I on the other side．

We were both in great anger．“Never set foot in this house again!” stormed Father．With tears welling up in my eyes, I rushed out of the flat and ran along the street．

The street lights were shining rather desolately(凄凉的)．I wandered aimlessly．

A young father who held a child in his arms walked past me．I felt as if I saw my childhood from another space: happy and harmonious．

But now… I don’t know whether it is because I have grown up or because dad is getting old．We differ in our ways of thinking．He always imposes his opinions and codes of behavior on me．Whenever I do something wrong, he never admits it．We are just like two people coming from two different worlds．It feels like there is an iron door between us that can never be opened．

I wandered the streets, without a destination in mind．My heart was frozen on this hot summer night．As I walked on there were fewer and fewer people on the streets, until I had only the street lights to keep me company．When I finally reached the high-rise apartment block in which I lived, I saw that the light was still on．

In fact, it was nothing．Perhaps, dad was throwing away some of his old stamps．Perhaps he thought they were useless．I never had the courage to tell him that I liked collecting stamps．I can’t stand his outrageous(蛮横的) words: “ I can throw you away, let alone these old papers．”

All the lights were off except father’s．

Dad was always like this．Maybe he didn’t know how to express himself．After shouting at me, he never showed any mercy or any moments of regret．After an argument he has the habit of creeping up in my sleep and then tucking me underneath the covers．

This was how he always was．He has been a leader for so long that telling everyone else what to do has become his second nature．

The light was still on．“Am I wrong?” I whispered, maybe… With the key in hand, I was as nervous as I had ever been．At last, I decided to open the door．As soon as I opened the door, tears ran down my cheeks．I suddenly realized that the iron door that I had imagined between us did not exist at all．Love is second to none．

1. Decide which is the best order of the following according to what happened in the passage．

a．I opened the door and entered the house．

b．Sadly I ran out into the street．

c．I reached the place where I lived and saw my house still brightly lit．

d．I thought of my father’s kindness towards me．

e．I walked about in the street without any aim．

A．b, e, d, c, a    B．b, e, c, d, a        C．b, e, a, c, d        D．b, e, c, a, d

2.What made the writer think of his childhood?

A．The sight of the desolate street lights．

B．The sight of the empty street．

C．The sight of a father with a child in his arms．

D．The sight of light in his own house．

3. Why do you think the father often shouts at his son?

A．Perhaps the father is getting older and older．

B．Perhaps the son has already grown up．

C．Perhaps they never agree with each other．

4. What conclusion can you draw after reading the passage?

A．The father is actually kind to his son．

B．The father treats his son in an unfair way．

C．The father is neither kind nor cruel to his son．

D．The father is always finding fault with his son．

Here’s an idyllic(田园风光的) scene: a small village where the sun always shines, crops always grow and your friends drop by to sweep your yard to the sound of guitar music. Animals do what they are told, there is no disease, and lending folks a helping hand makes you richer and wiser. Welcome to FarmVille — current population 69m and rising fast.

“It reminds me of my childhood,” says one player, Lia Curran, 37, a chemist from London. “Right now I’m growing wheat and poinsettia, I’ve got a small orchard, and I’m keeping some chickens and some cows. I like having the animals. It’s comfortable.”

Curran’s young animals, however, are nothing more than a collection of computer-controlled cartoons. FarmVille is an online computer game built into the social networking site Facebook and is described by its players as “addictive”. Launched last June by Zynga Game Network, FarmVille now has more players than Twiter’s entire user base — or more than the population of the UK. The players are largely women over the age of 35.

Jenny Glyn, 33, a London housewife, started playing in September. “I had a look at a friend’s farm and was hooked,” she says. “My first motivation was to overtake her, but I did that pretty quickly. Now there’s something satisfying about growing crops.”

FarmVille intellectually unites the worlds of social networking and gaming. Players are given a patch of ground with six fields, “cash”, a few seeds and a plough and have to build up wealth, skills and neighbors to create bigger, better, richer farms.

Inviting your online friends to play means you earn more and get free gifts; you rise rapidly through the first levels but, once hooked, have to work harder and harder with no final level or goal in sight.

“It’s very moreish,” says Curran. She hasn’t yet paid real-world money to advance in the game, but her friends do. One buys extra virtual currency at the exchange rate of $240 (??145) in FarmVille for $40 (??24) in the real world.

“I’d expanded on FarmVille as much as I could, but I just wanted a pond and some bushes and trees around it,” says the woman, who is too embarrassed to be named. “I didn’t tell my husband I’d paid real money because he’d think I’m mad. But then he did keep me waiting in the car outside our house while he harvested his raspberries.”

Brian Dudley, chief executive at Broadway Lodge, an addiction treatment centre, warns that this sort of obsessive(令人着魔的) play can lead to an addiction as severe as gambling.

59. What does Curran do in the passage?

   A. She is a player.                                                      B. She is a farmer who grows wheat and poinsettia.

   C. She is a chemist.                                                  D. She is a housewife who raises chickens and cows.

60. By FarmVille, the writer means ______.

   A. an addictive farm on which live 69 million farmers

   B. a London housewife’s farm

   C. an online computer game built into the social networking site

   D. a farm on which people grow real crops and play as well

61. In the last but one paragraph, the husband kept the woman waiting outside ______.

   A. because he was angry at his wife’s being mad about the farm

   B. because he himself was busy with his farm

   C. in order to punish his wife for her having paid real money

   D. so that his wife would wake up from her addiction to the farm

62. According to the passage, which of the following is NOT true?

   A. The population of the UK is less than 69 million.

   B. This sort of obsessive play can cause very severe addiction.

   C. Once hooked, one has to make greater efforts to reach a higher level.

   D. Up till now, nobody has yet paid real-world money to advance in the play.

 “BANG!” the door caused a reverberation (回声)．It was just standing there, with Father standing on one side, and I on the other side．

We were both in great anger．“Never set foot in this house again!” stormed Father．With tears welling up in my eyes, I rushed out of the flat and ran along the street．

The street lights were shining rather desolately(凄凉的)．I wandered aimlessly．

A young father who held a child in his arms walked past me．I felt as if I saw my childhood from another space: happy and harmonious．

But now… I don’t know whether it is because I have grown up or because dad is getting old．We differ in our ways of thinking．He always imposes his opinions and codes of behavior on me．Whenever I do something wrong, he never admits it．We are just like two people coming from two different worlds．It feels like there is an iron door between us that can never be opened．

I wandered the streets, without a destination in mind．My heart was frozen on this hot summer night．As I walked on there were fewer and fewer people on the streets, until I had only the street lights to keep me company．When I finally reached the high-rise apartment block in which I lived, I saw that the light was still on．

In fact, it was nothing．Perhaps, dad was throwing away some of his old stamps．Perhaps he thought they were useless．I never had the courage to tell him that I liked collecting stamps．I can’t stand his outrageous(蛮横的) words: “ I can throw you away, let alone these old papers．”

All the lights were off except father’s．

Dad was always like this．Maybe he didn’t know how to express himself．After shouting at me, he never showed any mercy or any moments of regret．After an argument he has the habit of creeping up in my sleep and then tucking me underneath the covers．

This was how he always was．He has been a leader for so long that telling everyone else what to do has become his second nature．

The light was still on．“Am I wrong?” I whispered, maybe… With the key in hand, I was as nervous as I had ever been．At last, I decided to open the door．As soon as I opened the door, tears ran down my cheeks．I suddenly realized that the iron door that I had imagined between us did not exist at all．Love – is second to none．

1.Decide which is the best order of the following according to what happened in the passage．

a．I opened the door and entered the house．

b．Sadly I ran out into the street．

c．I reached the place where I lived and saw my house still brightly lit．

d．I thought of my father’s kindness towards me．

e．I walked about in the street without any aim．

A．b, e, d, c, a                 B．b, e, c, d, a                 C．b, e, a, c, d                 D．b, e, c, a, d

2.What made the writer think of his childhood?

A．The sight of the desolate street lights．

B．The sight of the empty street．

C．The sight of a father with a child in his arms．

D．The sight of light in his own house．

3.Why do you think the father often shouts at his son?

A．Perhaps the father is getting older and older．

B．Perhaps the son has already grown up．

C．Perhaps they never agree with each other．

D．Perhaps the father has got used to doing that．

4.What conclusion can you draw after reading the passage?

A．The father is actually kind to his son．

B．The father treats his son in an unfair way．

C．The father is neither kind nor cruel to his son．

D．The father is always finding fault with his son．