---How did you_____ the old valuable house？

  ---It used to be_____ my uncle. He left it to me in his will.

A.take possession of; in possession of

B.take the possession of; in the possession of

C.take possession of; in the possession of

D.take the possession of; in possession of

I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying something. The sorrow of   1  my husband of 37 years was still too painful. And this grocery store held so many sweet  2 . Bob often came with me and almost every time he'd  3  to go off and look for something special. I'd always see him walking down the walkway   4  the three yellow roses in his hands. Bob knew I loved yellow roses. With a heart   5  with pain, I came to the meat shelf, I searched for the  6  small steak and remembered how Bob had loved his steak.
Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was in a soft green dress. I   7  as she picked up a large pack of T-bones,   8  them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back. She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but   9 , at these prices, I don't know."
"My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her. "Buy him the steaks. And value every   10  you have together."
She smiled and I saw the feeling in her   11  as she placed the package in her basket and   12  away. I turned and pushed my cart forward too. Several minutes later I saw first the green suit and then  13  the pretty lady coming to me. In her arms she carried something. On her face was the   14  smile I had ever seen.
As she came closer, I saw what she held and   15  welled down. "These are for you, " she said and placed three beautiful yellow roses in my arms. She placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again. I wanted to tell her what the roses   16 , but still unable to speak. I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my   17 . I looked down at the beautiful roses and found it almost  18 . How did she know?
Suddenly the   19  seemed so clear. I wasn't alone. "Oh, Bob, you haven't   20  me, have you?" I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.

Born in America, I spoke English, not Chinese, the language of my ancestors. When I was three, my parents flashed cards with Chinese  21  at my face, but I pushed them  22  . My mom believed I would learn  23  I was ready. But the  24  never came.
On a Chinese New Year’s Eve, my uncle spoke to me in Chinese, but all I could do was 25 at him, confused, scratching my head. “Still can’t speak Chinese?” He  26  me , “You can’t even buy a fish in Chinatown .”
“Hey, this is America, not China. I’ll get some   27  with or without Chinese.” I replied and turned to my mom for  28  .
“Remember to ask for fresh fish, Xin Xian Yu,” she said, handing over a $20 bill. I  29  the words, running downstairs into the streets of Chinatown.
I found the fish  30  surrounded in a sea of customers. “I’d like to buy some fresh fish,” I shouted to the fisherman. But he  31  my English words and turned to serve the next customer. The laugh of the people behind increased  32  their impatience. With every  33  ,the breath of the dragons on my back grew stronger—my blood boiling—  34  me to cry out. “ Xian Sheng Yu, please.” “Very Xian Shen ,” I repeated. The crowd erupted into laughter. My face turned  35  and I ran back home  36  , except for the $20 bill I held tightly in my pocket.
Should I laugh or cry? They’re Chinese. I should feel right at  37  . Instead, I was the joke , a disgrace (丢脸)to the language.
Sometimes, I laugh at my fish  38  , but, in the end, the joke is on  39  . Every laugh is a culture  40  ; every laugh is my heritage (传统) fading away.

In 1971 a young man who grew up very poor was travelling across the country, trying to make a new start for himself.Along the way he had completely run out of（用光） money and was forced to spend the night in his car.This continued until one morning, after a week of sleeping in his car, he walked nervously into a restaurant and ordered a big breakfast.
After eating his first good meal in weeks, he found himself lying to the waiter, telling him he had lost his wallet.The waiter, who was also the owner, walked behind the chair where the young man had been sitting.He bent down, and came up with a $20 bill that looked as if it had fallen on the floor and said, “Son, you must have dropped this,” the owner said.The young man couldn’t believe his luck! He quickly paid for the breakfast, left a tip, bought gas with the change, and headed West.
On the way out of town, he began to understand what the owner did.Maybe nobody dropped the money at all.“Maybe that fellow just knew I was in trouble and he helped me in a way that didn’t embarrass(使尴尬)me.So I just made a promise to help other people if I can.”
Later, he worked very hard and became a rich man.Now he lives near Kansas City.Each year he gives away thousands of dollars.He is known as the “Secret Santa” because at Christmas time each year, he personally hands money out to those on the street and at restaurants.Last year, he gave more than $50,000 away in Kansas City.
【小题1】The young man was travelling cross the country in 1971 to______.

A woman id her sixties lived alone in her little cottage with a pear tree at her door. She spent all her time taking care of the tree. But the children nearby drover her    21      by making fun of her. They would climb her tree and then run away with pears,     22   “Aunty Misery” at her.

One evening, a passer by asked to    23     for the night. Seeing that he had an   24   Face, she let him in and gave him a nice    25   . The next morning the stranger, actually a sorcerer (巫师), thanked her by granting (允准) her   26     that anyone who climbed up her tree  27   not be able to come back down until she   28  it.

     When the children came back to steal her   29   , she had them stuck on the tree. They had to beg her

long   30   she gave the tree permission to let  31    go. Aunty Misery was free from the   32   at last.

One day another man    33    her door. This one did not look trustworthy to her,   34   she asked who he was . “I am Death, I’ve come to take you   35    me.” said he.

Thinking fast Aunty Misery said, “Fine, but I’d like to  36    some pears from my dear tree to remember the 37          

it brought to me in this life. But I am too    38   to climb high to get the best fruit. Will you be so   39    as to do it for me?” With a deep sigh, Mr. Death climbed up the tree   40   and was immediately stuck to it. No matter how much he warned or begged, Aunty Misery would not allow the tree to let Death go.

A. hopeless    B. painful   C. dull   D. crazy

A. calling     B. shouting   C. announcing  D. whispering

A. stay       B. live       C. hide     D. lie

A. interesting  B. honest    C. anxious    D. angry

A. gift      B. kiss      C. treat     D. smile

A. suggestion     B. demand      C. permission D. wish

A. could     B. should     C. might    D. must

A. permitted   B. promised      C. answered    D. declared

A. branch    B. food    C. tree     D. fruit

A. after      B. while     C. since       D. before

A. it        B. them      C. him        D. her

A. trick     B. question     C. trouble     D. difficulty

A. stepped into   B. left for       C. stopped at    D. walked around

A. so      B. but         C. although       D. because

A. with     B. off         C. upon         D. for

A. choose      B. pick      C. shake      D. hit

A. honor       B. pleasure   C. hope      D. excitement

A. light        B. short      C. old       D. thin

A. proud       B. kind       C. fine      D. smart

A. disappointedly       B. cheerfully      C. unwillingly     D. eagerly