Reading Comprehension

Read the following passages, and choose the best answer that can answer the question.

　　One morning in April, Jim Reed checked his e－mail. He found a strange message on the e－mail. It was from a woman in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He had talked to her on c mail many times in the last ten days. All the other messages were fun and interesting to read. This message was different.

　　The message said, “Good－bye loved kowihn yu I amj leavig.”

　　Mr Reed was frightened by the message. He tried to understand the words that were not spelled right. He quickly wrote a message to his new friend.

　　“What do you mean by the message you just sent me?”

　　He waited but did not get an answer. He wrote back, “Please talk to me.”

　　Finally, she wrote, “I m falllljg aseep wat ti sat gildgye tin y frnds.” Mr Reed thought hard about this message. “Is she going to kill herself?” he thought.

　　“What is your phone number?” he typed. The woman sent a phone number. Mr Reed called. At first the phone was busy. Then it just rang and rang. He called help in Pittsburgh. They connected him with the police. Reed told his story. Then he told them what his friend wrote.

　　The police and paramedics quickly went to the woman's house. When she didn't answer the doorbell, they broke in. they found her on the floor near the computer. She told them, “I took 60 pills.” The paramedics rushed her to the hospital.

　　“Mr Reed did a great job of saving this woman,” the police captain said. “If he hadn't guessed at the e－message, she would be dead now.” the woman is fine now, and she thanks Mr Reed for saving her life.

1．How did Mr Reed meet his new friends?

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A．By writing letters.

B．By sending e－mail.

C．By meeting them.

D．By talking over the phone.

2．How long did they write e－mail to each other?

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A．Less than ten days.

B．More than ten days.

C．Ten days exactly.

D．Ten days or so.

3．What was different about the e－mail message this time?

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A．The words were not spelled right.

B．His friend suddenly said goodbye to him.

C．His friend said she wanted to go home.

D．She said she wanted to go to bed.

4．How did the woman try to kill herself?

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A．She had too much wine.

B．She slept too much.

C．She had too much pills.

D．She hadn't eaten anything for days.

5．Which of the following is closest to “I m falllljg aseep wat ti sat gildgye tin y frnds”?

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A．I am falling asleep want to say goodbye to my friends.

B．I am feeling a sheep what till sat guilty to my friends.

C．I am falling a sheep want till say good day to your friends.

D．I am falling my sleep what to say to get a tin for my friends.

It was Saturday. As always, it was a busy one, for “Six days shall you labor and all your work” was taken seriously back then. Outside, Father and Mr. Patrick next door were busy chopping firewood. Inside their own houses, Mother and Mrs. Patrick were engaged in spring cleaning.
Somehow the boys had slipped away to the back lot with their kites. Now, even at the risk of having brother caught to beat carpets, they had sent him to the kitchen for more string(线). It seemed there was  no limit to the heights to which kites would fly today.
My mother looked at the sitting room, its furniture disordered for a thorough sweeping. Again she
cast a look toward the window. “Come on, girls! Let’s take string to the boys and watch them fly the kites a minute.”
On the way we met Mrs. Patric, laughing guiltily as if she were doing something wrong, together with her girls. There never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our fresh string into the boys’ kites and they went up higher and higher. We could hardly distinguish the orange-colored spots of the kites. Now and then we slowly pulled one kite back, watching it dancing up and down in the wind, and finally bringing it down to earth, just for the joy of sending it up again.
Even our fathers dropped their tools and joined us. Our mothers took their turn, laughing like schoolgirls. I think we were all beside ourselves. Parents forgot their duty and their dignity; children forgot their everyday fights and little jealousies. “Perhaps it’s like this in the kingdom of heaven,” I thought confusedly.
It was growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the housed. I suppose we had some sort of supper. I suppose there must have been surface tidying-up, for the house on Sunday looked clean and orderly enough. The strange thing was, we didn’t mention that day afterward. I felt a little embarrassed. Surely none of the others had been as excited as I. I locked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep “the things that cannot be and yet they are.”
The years went on, then one day I was hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some work out of the way while my three-year-old insistently cried her desire to “go park, see duck.” “I can’t go!” I said. “I have this and this to do, and when I’m through I’ll be too tired to walk that far.”
My mother, who was visiting us, looked up from the peas she was shelling. “It’s a wonderful day,” she offered, “really warm, yet there’s a fine breeze. Do you remember that day we flew kites?”
I stopped in my dash between stove and sink. The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memories. “Come on,” I told my little girl. “You’re right, it’s too good a day to miss.”
Another decade passed. We were in the aftermath(余波) of a great war. All evening we had been asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisoner of war. He had talked freely, but now for a long time he had been silent. What was he thinking of --- what dark and horrible things?
“Say!” A smile sipped out from his lips. “Do you remember --- no, of course you wouldn’t. It probably didn’t make the impression on you as it did on me.”
I hardly dared speak. “Remember what?”
“I used to think of that day a lot in POW camp (战俘营), when things weren’t too good. Do you remember the day we flew the kites?”
【小题1】Mrs. Patrick was laughing guiltily because she thought________.

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JeawGilles was a millionaire．But Tuesday night，he was sleeping in his car．
Jean-Gilles was the owner of the Peace of Mind Hotel in Jacrnel，Haiti, a three-story，30-room building in a quiet tropical valley on Haiti’s southern coast，25 miles from the noises of the capital，Port-au-Prince. Jean-Gilles and his wife，Marie，lived in an apartment on the property，close enough to watch carefully over the guest rooms，conference rooms and restaurant，close enough that they know the first name of every guest．
After the 7．0-earthquake hit at 4：57 pm on Jan．12，2010，they slept in their aging Isuzu，parked in the hotel driveway．
Jean-Gilles figured a second was the difference between life and death when the earthquake struck．He was working in a ground-floor conference room and first heard，then felt the quake．He asked his electrician．Rob-elTle St．Louis, who was working nearby，what was happening．
“Get out．Now．Get out．Now．”St．Louis said．
Jean-Gilles cleared the falling structure by a mere second，he estimated．His wife，who was working in the couple’s apartment on the second floor，wasn’t able to get clear．People nearby heard her screams after the shaking stopped and removed the building blocks around her by hand．She was shaken and scratched, but walked away from the ruins．
“I am alive．God is good．”she repeated over and over on Saturday．
The Peacc of Mind Hotel was a dream which had come true for Jean-Gilles,57,and Marie,59. Born in Port–au-Prince, they moved to the United States shortly after meeting 34 years ago. Together, they owned a beauty supply store in Jersey City, New Jersey, and invested in real estate. In 2003, they cashed out their US investments, returned to Haiti and began building the peace of Mind Hotel, looking to make a future for themselves and the people of their homeland.
59. Which of the following statements about Jean-Gilles is TRUE?
A. He lived far from the Peace of Mind Hotel.    B. He helped St. Louis to manage a hotel.
C. He was born in Haiti in 1976.                        D. He once owned a store in the US.
60. According to the passage, the peace of Mind Hotel_________.
A. offered guests different services                            B. was located in the capital city of Haiti
C. was a building with 30 guest rooms                D. was owned by Marie and St. Louis
61. When the earthquake hit, Marie was_________.
A. sleeping in the car                                        B. working in the conference room
C. working on the second floor                         D. cooking in the restaurant
62. It can be inferred from the passage that      .
A. Haiti is the 51st state of the US
B. the earthquake happened quickly and unexpectedly
C. nobody in the hotel died in the earthquake
D. Marie was not sad about losing her property in the earthquake

The teacher who did the most to encourage me was, as it happened, my aunt. She was Myrtle C. Manigault, the wife of my mother’s brother Bill. She taught in second grade at all-black Summer School in Camden, New Jersey.
During my childhood and youth, Aunt Myrtle encouraged me to develop every aspect of my potential, without regard for what was considered practical or possible for black females. I liked to sing; she listened to my voice and pronounced it good. I couldn’t dance; she taught me the basic dancing steps. She took me to the theatre ---- not just children’s theatre but adult comedies and dramas—and her faith that I could appreciate adult plays was not disappointed.
My aunt also took down books from her extensive library and shared them with me. I had books at home, but they were all serious classics. Even as a child I had a strong liking for humor, and I’ll never forget the joy of discovering Don Marquis’s Archy & Mehitabel through her.
Most important, perhaps, Aunt Myrtle provided my first opportunity to write for publication. A writer herself for one of the black newspapers, she suggested my name to the editor as a “youth columnist”. My column, begun when I was fourteen, was supposed to cover teenage social activities—and it did—but it also gave me the freedom to write on many other subjects as well as the habit of gathering material, the discipline of meeting deadlines, and, after graduation from college six years later, a solid collection of published material that carried my name and was my passport to a series of writing jobs.
Today Aunt Myrtle is still an enthusiastic supporter of her “favourite niece”. Like a diamond, she has reflected a bright, multifaceted (多面的) image of possibilities to every pupil who has crossed her path.
【小题1】Which of the following did Aunt Myrtle do to the author during her childhood and youth?