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　　I can hardly remember the first time I 1 Mr Andrews, my old headmaster, 2 it is over 20 years ago now. During the war, I had been 3 school in the north of England but my family had just returned to London. There were not enough schools left for children to go to and my father had to go from 4 , asking them to take me as a pupil used to go with him. But he had 5 hard time trying to persuade people 6 him that I seldom had to do 7 . We had been to all the schools 8 we lived, but 9 my father argued (争论), the more impossible it became. In the end, we went to a school 10 . The headmaster 11 for at least an hour.

　　While we were waiting, I looked round at the school building, 12 was one of those old Victorian structures , completely 13 but still standing. I could hear the boys playing on the playground outside. When the headmaster's secretary finally let us 14 his office, Mr Andrews spoke to me first, “Why do you want to come here?” He said. I had been thinking 15 something about studying but I couldn't help 16 the boys outside. “I don't know 17 in London, ” I said, “I'd like 18 with the other boys. I read a lot of books, too. ” I added. “All right, ” Mr Andrews said, “We have one place free, 19 .”

　　My two years at the school were among the 20 of my life.

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　　I can hardly remember the first time I 1 Mr Andrews, my old headmaster, 2 it is over 20 years ago now. During the war, I had been 3 school in the north of England but my family had just returned to London. There were not enough schools left for children to go to and my father had to go from 4 , asking them to take me as a pupil used to go with him. But he had 5 hard time trying to persuade people 6 him that I seldom had to do 7 . We had been to all the schools 8 we lived, but 9 my father argued (争论), the more impossible it became. In the end, we went to a school 10 . The headmaster 11 for at least an hour.

　　While we were waiting, I looked round at the school building, 12 was one of those old Victorian structures , completely 13 but still standing. I could hear the boys playing on the playground outside. When the headmaster's secretary finally let us 14 his office, Mr Andrews spoke to me first, “Why do you want to come here?” He said. I had been thinking 15 something about studying but I couldn't help 16 the boys outside. “I don't know 17 in London, ” I said, “I'd like 18 with the other boys. I read a lot of books, too. ” I added. “All right, ” Mr Andrews said, “We have one place free, 19 .”

　　My two years at the school were among the 20 of my life.

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Some plays are so successful that they run for years on end. In many ways, this is　 36　 for the poor actors who are required to go on repeating the sane　 37　 night after night. One would

 38　 them to know their parts by heart and　 39　 have cause to falter（结巴）.Yet　40　is not always the case.

　　A famous actor in a　 41　 successful play was once cast in the role of an aristocrat　 42　 had been imprisoned in Bastille for twenty years. In the last act，a gaoler（监狱长，看守）would always come on to the stage with a letter which he would hand to the prisoner.　 43　 the noble was expected to read the letter at each　 44　 ,he always insisted that it should be written out in full.

　　One night, the gaoler decided to play a joke　 45　 his colleague to find out if, after so many performances, he had managed to learn the　 46　 of the letter by heart. The curtain went up on the final act of the play and revealed（使显露）the aristocrat sitting alone behind bars in his dark cell. Just then，the gaoler　 47　 with the precious letter in his hands. He entered the　 48　and presented the letter to the aristocrat. But the copy he gave him had not been written out in　

 49　 as usual. It was simply a blank sheet of paper. The gaoler looked on eagerly,　50　 to see if his fellow actor had at last learnt his lines. The noble stared at the blank sheet of paper for a few seconds. Then，squinting（眯着眼看）his eves，he said,“The light is　 51　.Read the letter to me.”And he promptly handed the sheet of paper to the gaoler.　52　 that he could not remember a word of the letter either, the gaoler replied，“The light is indeed dim，sir. I must get my　 53　”With this, he hurried off the stage. Much to the aristocrat’s　 54　 ，the gaoler returned a few moments later with a pair of glasses and the　 55　 copy of the letter which he proceeded（继续进行）to read to the prisoner.

　　36．A. fortunate B. unfortunate C. happy D. unhappy

　　37．A. lines B. words C. plays D. roles

　　38．A. want B. ask C. expect D. wish

　　39．A. always B. never C. sometimes D. often

　　40．A. such B. the thing C. one D. this

　　41．A. highly B. high C. poorly D. poor

　　42．A. where B. what C. which D. who

　　43．A. Because B. Even though C. When D. Though

　　44．A. play B. performance C. role D. case

　　45．A. with B. in C. on D. to

　　46．A. pages B. joke C. lines D. contents

　　47．A. appeared B. disappeared C. came out D. came in

　　48．A. room B. cell C. stage D. office

　　49．A. English B. French C. order D. full

　　50．A. worded B. surprised C. anxious D. afraid

　　51．A. bright B. dim C. dark D. out

　　52．A. To see B. To find C. Seeing D. Finding

　　53．A. glasses B. lines C. light D. letters

　　54．A. surprise B. satisfaction C. anger D. amusement

　　55．A. usual B. old C. unusual D. new

When we talk about a bad man, we like to call him a “wolf”. But is it really true that the wolf stands for devil and ugliness？

Have you read the book “The Wolf Totem” by a famous writer Jiang Rong, which tells the story of the relationship between wolves and human beings? Have you ever   41  the wolves' world? If you had, you would 　42  the wolves. In the book, wolves are heroes on the large grassland. They know more about   43　than humans. They can attack lambs without disturbing their mothers. They also know how to   44　 full use of the shape of land to   45　 sheep. I believe that if wolves were humans, they would be 　46　 experts good at fighting.

The wolf is a kind of special creature that can deeply understand 　47　.Each wolf serves its group with its heart and soul. A 　48　 wolf has little power, but a pack of wolves   49　 nothing. All the wolves obey the rules. 　50　 they are defeated, they run away together. It is their teamwork   51　 makes wolves powerful.

The wolves also have great self respect and won't 　52　 to anyone. The writer, who wrote the book “The Wolf Totem”, 　53　 stole a one-month-old baby wolf and raised it very carefully. To his 　54　, he found the little wolf still wanted to go back with   55　 wolves. He bit through the iron chain that limited him. The wolf was   56　 and he never gave in, fighting 　57　 his death. The little wolf died as a glorious fighter.

I was shocked by this kind of 　58　 wolves are one of the most respected creatures on the earth. I want everyone to look at wolves in a 　59　 way. They are our teachers. They show us how to survive and 　60　 in this not simple but dangerous world. Please honor the wolves, please honor all these heroes of nature!

I was cleaning out an old box when an old card caught my eye：Queen City Casket Company．“What is it?” I wondered．I 　36　 it over．There，in faded ink, was a hand-scrawled(手写的) 　37　. Immediately my mind traveled  38   many years．
I was nine years old, walking down the cold，wet streets of Springfield，with a bag of magazines on my shoulder．On my   39  that day．I came to that Company finally, whose owner, Mr. Rader，had always taken me there to ask his workers  40  they wanted any magazines．
Shaking off the  41  like a wet dog．I entered Mr. Rader's office．After a quick glance ,he  42  me over to the fire-place．Noticing the  43   in the top of my  44  ，he said，“Come with me!”，pulling me into his pickup  45 ．we pulled to a stop before a shoe store．Inside，a salesman  46   me with the finest pair of Oxfords I had  47  seen．I  48  about 10 feet tall when I got up  49  them．“We’d like a pair of new socks too．” Mr Rader said．
Back in his office, Mr Rader took out a  50  ，wrote something on it, and handed it to me．With   51  eyes，I read，“Do to others as you would have them do to you．” He said affectionately(深情地)，“Jimmy，I want you to　52　　I  love  you”．
I said good-bye, and for the first time I  53    a flicker of hope that somehow things would be  54 ．With people like Mr Rader in the world，there was hope，kindness and love，and that would always make a   55 ．