._____ nothing is doing ill.

  A. Do                       B. To do                       C. Doing               D. Does

._____ nothing is doing ill.

I was dirty, smelly, hungry and somewhere beneath all that, suntanned（皮肤晒黑）．It was the end of an Inter-Rail holiday．My body couldn’t take any more punishment．My mind couldn’t deal with any more foreign timetables, currencies or languages．

“Never again,” I said, as I stepped onto home ground．I said exactly the same thing the following year．And the next, all I had to do was buy one train ticket and, because I was under twenty-five years old, I could spend a whole month going anywhere I wanted in Europe．Ordinary beds are never the same once you’ve learnt to sleep in the passage of a train, the rhythm rocking you into a deep sleep．

    Carrying all your possessions on your back in a rucksack（背包）makes you have a very basic approach to travel, and encourages incredible wastefulness that can lead to burning socks that have become too anti-social （不合群的），and getting rid of books when finished．On the other hand, this way of looking at life is entirely in the spirit of Inter-Rail, for common sense and reasoning can be thrown out of the window along with the paperback book and the socks．All it takes to achieve this carefree attitude is one of those tickets in your hand．

  Any system that enables young people to travel through countries at a rate of more than one a day must be pretty social．On that first trip, my friends and I were at first unware of the possibilities of this type of train ticket, thinking it was just an inexpensive way of getting to and from our chosen camp-site in southern France．But the idea of non-stop travel proved too attractive, for there was always just one more country over the border, always that little bit further to go．And what did the extra miles cost us? Nothing．

    We were not completely uninterested in culture．But this was a first holiday without parents, as it was for most other Inter-Railers, and in organizing our own timetable we left out everything except the most viable sights．This was the chance to escape the guided tour, an opportunity to do something different．I took great pride in the fact that, in many places, all I could be bothered to see was the view from the station．We were just there to get by, and to have good time doing so．In this we were not different from most of the other Inter-Railers with whom we shared passage floors, food and water, money and music．

    The excitement of travel comes from the sudden reality of somewhere that was previously just a name．It is as if the city in which you arrive never actually existed until the train pulsing at the station and you are able to see __it__ with your own tried eyes for the first time．

1．At the end of his first trip , the writer said “ Never again” because_____

A．he fell ill．

      B．he disliked trains

      C．he was tired from the journey

      D．he had lost money

2．What does the writer mean by “ this way of looking at life” in Paragraph3?

      A．Worrying about your clothes

B．Throwing unwanted things away．

C．Behaving in an anti-social way

D．Looking after your possessions

3．Why did the writer originally buy an Inter-Rail ticket?

      A．To get to one place cheaply．

      B．To meet other young people．

      C．To see a lot of famous places

      D．To go on a tour of  Europe．

4．What the writer liked about traveling without his parents was that______．

A． he could see more interesting  places

B．he could spend more time sightseeing

C．he could stay away from home longer

D．he could make his own decisions

5．What does the underlined word “it” in the last sentence of Paragraph 6 refer to?

A．A name                 B．The city                      C．The train               D．The station

Small moments sometimes last a very long time. And a few words—though they mean    21   at the time to the people who say them—can have great power.

  I recently heard a story from Malcolm Dalkoff, who has been a professional   22 for the last twenty-four years, mostly in advertising.

  As a boy, Dalkoff was terribly shy and     23   . He had few friends and no self-confidence. Then one day, his high-school English teacher, Ruth Brauch, asked the class to write their own chapter that would    24     the last chapter of the novel since they had been reading To Kill a Mockingbird. Dalkoff wrote his chapter and turned it in. Today he cannot recall anything special about the chapter he wrote, or what    25   Mrs. Brauch gave him.   26    , what he does remember is the four words in the paper: “This is good writing.” Four words. They    27   his life.

  “Until I read those words, I had no idea of who I was or what I was or what I was going to be,” he said, “After reading her    28    ,I went home and wrote a short story,    29   I had always dreamed of doing but never believed I could do.”

  Over the rest of that year in school, he wrote many short stories and always brought them to Mrs. Brauch for instruction. “She was    30   , helping and honest. She was just what I needed,” Dalkoff said.