One winter morning I bought a copy of the New York World and turned its pages until I got the “Help Wanted Unskilled” section．A small advertisement held my   36 .It read, “Easy job．Good wages．No experience   37  .” It sounded like the job I was   38   ．Easy job．Good wages．Those four words  39   now and then in my brain as I was traveling to the address indicated in the   40   ．Easy job．Good wages．Easy job．Good wages．Easy ...

    When I got to the place I saw a series of large  41  half filled with water, out of which I noticed   42   the necks of many bottles of various sizes and shapes． 43  these basins there were a number of workers sitting on small wooden benches．All had their  44  in the water of the basin, the left hand holding a  45  and the thumb nail of the right hand scratching（刮;擦） the labels on   46  .

    I sat down on a  47   beside one of the basins and started to work on one bottle．As the minutes went by I noticed that the  48   of the water started to  49   from my hand to my body．But  50   still, the delicate thumb of my right hand was  51  by the minute into a full?? blown tomato?? colored finger．A numb（麻木的）pain began to be felt  52   from my right thumb．Then I began to feel as if the pain was coming from a finger bigger than all my body.

    After three hours of this I told the manager I’d  53  .He figured I had  54  69 cents at 23 cents an hour．With the money, I left the working place．“Easy job．Good wages.” came to my brain again．Looking at my hands, I  55    myself, “Can easy job get good wages？”

A．eyes              B．attention             C．decision           D．breath

A．necessary          B．relevant           C．practical           D．primitive

A．running after      B．looking for         C．heading for       D．looking after

A．circled         B．moved             C．flashed           D．attacked

A．letter           B．sign             C．advertisement     D．post

A．baskets         B．bowls              C．pots             D．basins

A．hiding          B．sticking            C．rising                   D．breaking

A．In             B．Above             C．Under           D．Around

A．arms           B．hands            C．legs                D．feet

A．knife          B．snail             C．bottle               D．brush

A．that                  B．those               C．them                D．it

A．chair          B．bench             C．bottle              D．sofa

A．smell          B．coldness           C．color             D．steam

A．spread         B．travel            C．recycle           D．accelerate

A．worse         B．better            C．more             D．rather

A．going         B．finding           C．growing          D．becoming

A．now and then   B．here and there     C．one by one         D．little by little

A．adapt          B．equip               C．bargain             D．quit

A．taken          B．offered            C．earned              D．created

A．thought        B．asked            C．found              D．hated

What could make Michael Jordon, one of the greatest basketball players in history, shed tears?  It was when he became a member of the Basketball Hall of Fame on September 11. The hall is in Springfield, Massachusetts and honors the best basketball players, greatest coaches and other contributors to the game. “The game of basketball has been everything to me ,” said Jordan, 46. “It is the place I have always gone when I needed to find comfort and peace.”

  Jordan retired twice in his 15-year career, finishing with 32292 points, the third highest total points in NBA history behind Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Karl Malone. His average of 30.12 points a game is the best in the League.

  “One day you might look up and see me playing the game at 50,” Jordan said. “Because limits, like fears, are often just an illusion.” (假象) In other words, it was motivation that made Jordan such a success..

  A great career did not mean a smooth one. His high school coach cut him from the team in favor of a taller player when Jordan was in 10^th grade. His college coach wouldn’t allow him on the cover of Sports Illustration in 1981 with North Carolina’s four other players because Jordan was a freshman. In his first NBA All-Star game, older NBA stars wouldn’t throw him the ball because of jealousy.

  “That burned me up,” Jordan said. “But obstacle don’t have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it.”

When Jordan became a member of the Basketball Hall of Fame,_____

A. he found something more encouraging .

B. he was so excited that he couldn’t hold his tears back.

C. he was happy and sad at the same time.

D. he felt very comfortable and peaceful.

Who scored the highest total points in NBA history?

A. Michael Jordon.                       B. Karl Malone.

C. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.                  D. Kobe Bryant.

When in college basketball team, Jordan ______

A. was not experienced enough to be favored by his coach.

B. was the pet of his basketball coach.

C. was the best player in the team

D. was the tallest one of all basketball players.

What does the word “obstacle” mean in the passage?

A. Something that makes you feel uncomfortable

B. The coach who thinks you are not suitable for playing basketball.

C. A wall in the basketball court to stop players in training.

D. Something that makes it difficult for you to achieve your goal.

About this time every year, I get very nostalgic(怀旧的). Walking through my neighborhood on a fall afternoon reminds me of a time not too long ago when sounds of children filled the air, children playing games on a hill, and throwing leaves around in the street below. I was one of those children, carefree and happy. I live on a street that is only one block long. I have lived on the same street for sixteen years. I love my street. One side has six houses on it, and the other has only two houses, with a small hill in the middle and a huge cottonwood tree on one end. When I think of home, I think of my street. Only I see it as it was before. Unfortunately things change. One day, not long ago, I looked around and saw how different everything has become. Life on my street will never be the same because neighbors are quickly grown old, friends are growing up and leaving, and the city is planning to destroy my precious hill and sell the property to contractors.
It is hard for me to accept that many of my wonderful neighbors are growing old and won’t be around much longer. I have fond memories of the couple across the street, who sat together on their porch swing almost every evening, the widow next door who yelled at my brother and me for being too loud, and the crazy old man in a black suit who drove an old car. In contrast to those people, the people I see today are very old neighbors who have seen better days. The man in the black suit says he wants to die, and another neighbor just sold his house and moved into a nursing home. The lady who used to yell at us is too tired to bother any more, and the couple across the street rarely go out to their front porch these days. It is difficult to watch these precious people as they near the end of their lives because at once I thought they would live forever.
The “comings and goings” of the younger generation of my street are now mostly “goings” as friends and peers move on. Once upon a time, my life and the lives of my peers revolved around home. The boundary of our world was the gutter at the end of the street. We got pleasure from playing night games or from a breathtaking ride on a tricycle. Things are different now, as my friends become adults and move on. Children who rode tricycles now drive cars. The kids who once played with me now have new interests and values as they go their separate ways. Some have gone away to college like me, a few got married, two went into the army, and one went to prison. Watching all these people grow up and go away makes me long for the good old days.
Perhaps the biggest change on my street is the fact that the city is going to turn my precious hill into several lots for new homes. For sixteen years, the view out of my kitchen window has been a view of that hill. The hill was a fundamental part of my childhood life; it was the hub of social activity for the children of my street. We spent hours there building forts, sledding, and playing tag. The view out of my kitchen window now is very different; it is one of tractors and dump trucks tearing up the hill. When the hill goes, the neighborhood will not be the same. It is a piece of my childhood. It is a visual reminder of being a kid. Without the hill, my street will be just another pea in the pod.
There was a time when my street was my world, and I thought my world would never change. But something happened. People grow up, and people grow old. Places changes, and with the change comes the heartache of knowing I can never go back to the times I loved. In a year or so, I will be gone just like many of my neighbors. I will always look back to my years as a child, but the place I remember will not be the silent street whose peace is interrupted by the sounds of construction. It will be the happy, noisy, somewhat strange, but wonderful street I knew as a child.
【小题1】The writer calls up the memory of the street _____________.

My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening near my parents’ tomb in the churchyard.

    “Hold your noise!” came a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the tombs at the side of the church. “Keep still, you little devil(小鬼), or I’ll cut your throat!”

     A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. He seized me by the chin(下巴).

    “Tell us your name!” said the man. “Quick!”

    “Pip, sir.”

    “Show us where you live,” said the man. “Point out the place!”

    I pointed to where our village lay, on the flat in-shore among the alder-trees and pollards, a mile or more from the church.

    The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside down, and emptied my pockets. There was nothing in them but a piece of bread.

    “You young dog,” said the man, licking his lips, “what fat cheeks you ha’ got. Darn me if I couldn’t eat em, and if I han’t half a mind to’t!”

I earnestly expressed my hope that he wouldn’t, and held tighter to the tombstone on which he had put me; partly, to keep myself upon it; partly, to keep myself from crying.

“Now then lookee here!” said the man. “Where’s your mother?”

“There, sir!” said I.

He started, made a short run, and stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“There, sir!” I timidly explained, pointed to the tombstone. “That’s my mother.”

“Oh!” said he, coming back. “And is that your father alonger your mother?”

One winter morning I bought a copy of the New York World and turned its pages until I got the “Help Wanted Unskilled” section．A small advertisement held my  36 .It read, “Easy job．Good wages．No experience  37 .” It sounded like the job I was  38  ．Easy job．Good wages．Those four words  39  now and then in my brain as I was traveling to the address indicated in the  40  ．Easy job．Good wages．Easy job．Good wages．Easy ...

When I got to the place I saw a series of large  41 half filled with water, out of which I noticed  42  the necks of many bottles of various sizes and shapes． 43 these basins there were a number of workers sitting on small wooden benches．All had their  44 in the water of the basin, the left hand holding a  45  and the thumb nail of the right hand scratching（刮;擦） the labels on   46 .

I sat down on a  47  beside one of the basins and started to work on one bottle．As the minutes went by I noticed that the  48  of the water started to  49  from my hand to my body．But  50   still, the delicate thumb of my right hand was  51  by the minute into a full­ blown tomato­ colored finger．A numb（麻木的）pain began to be felt  52  from my right thumb．Then I began to feel as if the pain was coming from a finger bigger than all my body.

After three hours of this I told the manager I’d  53  .He figured I had  54  69 cents at 23 cents an hour．With the money, I left the working place．“Easy job．Good wages.” came to my brain again．Looking at my hands, I  55   myself, “Can easy job get good wages？”