There's a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella.At first I couldn't stand it；now I'm used to it.

　　 I don't know his name.I know he's average in appearance，wears a gray suit，and has a common face.One hot morning，when I was sitting on a tree?shaded bench in Palermo Park，reading the paper，suddenly I felt something touch my head.It was the very same man who now，as I'm writing，keeps striking me with an umbrella.

　　 On that occasion I turned around filled with anger.He just kept on hitting me.I asked him if he was crazy.He didn't even seem to hear me.Then I threatened to call a policeman.Calmly，cool as a cucumber，he stuck with his task.After a few moments of hesitation，and seeing that he was not about to change his attitude，I stood up and hit him on the nose.The man fell down.But he immediately got back on his feet，obviously with great effort，and without a word again began hitting me on the head with the umbrella.His nose was bleeding and，at that moment，I felt sorry for him.I felt regret for having hit him so hard.After all，the man wasn't exactly hitting me；he was merely tapping me lightly with his umbrella，not causing any pain at all.Of course，those taps were extremely bothersome.As we all know，when a fly lands on your forehead，you don't feel any pain；what you feel is annoyance.Well then，that umbrella was one huge fly that kept landing on my head time after time.

　　 Convinced that I was dealing with a madman，I tried to escape.But the man followed me，wordlessly continuing to hit me.So I began to run(I should point out many people run as fast as I do)．He took off after me，trying to land a blow.The man was out of breath so that I thought，if I continued to force him to run at that speed，he would drop dead right then and there.

1．When the man began to strike the author with an umbrella，the author________.

A．became angry

B．called the police

C．turned around and escaped

D．turned around and fought back

2．The author would most probably agree that the man was

________.

A．deaf 　　　　 B．blind

C．dead 　　　　 D．mad

3．The author felt sorry for the man because________.

A．the man formed a bad habit of beating others

B．he hit the man so hard that his nose bled

C．the man couldn't catch up with him

D．there was a fly on the man's head

4．It can be learned from the passage that the man ________.

A．shouted loudly while hitting the author

B．wanted to tell the author something

C．ran after the anthor breathlessly

D．acted as if he were a fly

根据对话内容，从对话后的选项中选出能填入空白处的最佳选项，并将答案写在本题下面的横线上。选项中有多余选项。

A:What’s your opinion about this design? 　1　

B:I have never seen a better one.　2　

A:Thanks.I was afraid that you wouldn’t like it.

B:Really?　3　

A:We will have to hire some famous models for the advertisement.

B:It may cost a lot.but it will really bring in more benefit for us.　4　

A:Who do you like better,the models from home or abroad?

B:I think models from home may be more popular among the young.They may bring better results.

A:That’s true.　5　 OK,let’s choose the best models now.

　　There are a lot of dangerous and terrible pests in India, but the tree-bees are the most terrible. They are killers.

　　Last year I was on holiday there. Riding along a road one sunny morning, I found the air above me suddenly became thick with bees. Although it was hot, I went cold all over. To run away fast seemed the only thing to do, but my horse was frightened, too. He jumped and kicked out in all directions to get rid of the bees that were attacking him, and then threw me to the ground.

　　The village was about half a mile away. I began to run. But by now I was covered from head to foot with bees. They crawled（爬行）all over me, stinging （刺）with terrible pain. I tore them away, but made room for others. Each time I opened my lips for breath, more bees entered my mouth. I could hardly breathe.

　　Then I reached the village. I ran towards a house that was being built. As soon as the men working there saw the bees, they ran for safety at top speed.

　　My eyes had completely closed. I fell into a pile of something soft. I pushed myself down into this until my head and shoulders were covered. This made bees angry and they began to attack my legs. I struggled but soon became tired out. The bees had won.

　　At last I was saved by two clever soldiers. They ran to a pile of dry grass and quickly surrounded me with a thick wall of fire and smoke until the bees were driven away. They remained with me, I later learned, looking after me for the next three hours until a doctor was found and brought.

(1) When the air suddenly became thick with bees one morning last year,______.

[　　]

A．it became cold

B．the writer went cold with fear

C．it was rather cold, though fine

D．the horse threw the writer to the ground

(2) The writer tore the bees away ______.

[　　]

A．in order to make room for other bees 

B．but other bees took the space again

C．but they flew away slowly

D．in order to let his breath out

(3) When the men building the house saw the bees they ran away quickly ______.

[　　]

A．in order not to be attacked by the bees

B．to look for something to drive the bees away

C．to help the writer to cover his head and shoulders with soft things

D．because they were afraid of the writer

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阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，然后从41—55各题所给的A、B、C和D项中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。
Never Save Something Beautiful for That Special Day
　　Years ago I was talking with a classmate in Sydney. At the time his wife had just passed away not too long ago. He told me while going through her things, he found a silk scarf _1  in a designer store when they had traveled to New York City. The scarf was beautiful, with elegant _2 , and a high price tag still hanging. His wife begrudged wearing it; she was _3  it for a special day.
　　He _4  at that moment; I didn’t say anything either. After a long pause he said: “Never save something beautiful for that special day. Each _5  day is a special day.”
　　Whenever I _6  what he had said, I would put down the things I was doing to grab a novel, turn on the music and lie down on the couch to _7  some time for myself. I would appreciate the glorious scenery of the Tanshui River through a French window, _8  the dust gathered on the glass. I would take my wife out to _9 , not thinking what to do with the meal already cooked. Life should be the experience we truly cherish, not days we just have to endure.
　　One time I shared the above conversation with a lady. When I saw her again, she told me that she no longer _10  the beautiful china in a cabinet. She had thought to save them for a special day, only to discover that it never _11  came. “Future”, “someday” are not contained in her _12  any more. If there are things that are pleasant or make her complacent, she wants to hear or see them now.
　　We often hope to gather with old friends, but always say, “let’s find a(n) _13 .” We often want to hug our grown children, but always wait for the appropriate moment. We often want to write to our spouses to express our strong affection or to show our deep admiration, but always tell ourselves that there is no need to _14 . In fact, each morning when we open our eyes, we should tell ourselves that this is a special day. Each day, each minute is so incredibly _15 .