When I was fifteen, I announced to my English class that I was going to write my own books．Half the students sneered（冷笑）, the（36）nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. “Don’t be silly, （37）geniuses（天才）can become writers,” the English teacher said ， “And you are getting a D this term,” I was so （38）that I burst into tears.
That night I wrote a short（39）poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the newspaper. To my（40）, they published it and sent me two dollars. I was a published and（41）writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They （42）. “Just plain dumb luck,” the teacher said. I tasted （43）. I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck, that was （44） with me.
During the next two years I sold dozens of （45）, letters, jokes and recipes. By the time I （46） from high school, with a C minus average, I had scrapbooks filled with my published work. I （47） mentioned my writing to my teachers, friends or my family again. They were dream killers and （48） people must choose between their friends and their dreams, they must always choose their （49）.
I had four children at the time, and the oldest was only four. I wrote what I felt. It （50） nine months, just like a pregnant woman. I mailed it without a sell addressed stamped （51） and without making a copy of the manuscript.
A month later I received a（n）（52）, and a request to start working on another book. The worst year I earned two dollars. In my best year I earned 36,000 dollars. （53）years I earned between five thousand and ten thousand. No, it isn’t enough to live （54）, but it’s still more than I’d make working part time. People ask what college I（55）, what degrees I had and what qualifications I have to be a writer. The answer is: “None.” I just write. I’m not a genius.

When I was fifteen, I announced to my English class that I was going to write my own books．Half the students sneered（冷笑）, the（36）nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. “Don’t be silly, （37）geniuses（天才）can become writers,” the English teacher said ， “And you are getting a D this term,” I was so （38）that I burst into tears.

That night I wrote a short（39）poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the newspaper. To my（40）, they published it and sent me two dollars. I was a published and（41）writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They （42）. “Just plain dumb luck,” the teacher said. I tasted （43）. I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck, that was （44） with me.

During the next two years I sold dozens of （45）, letters, jokes and recipes. By the time I （46） from high school, with a C minus average, I had scrapbooks filled with my published work. I （47） mentioned my writing to my teachers, friends or my family again. They were dream killers and （48） people must choose between their friends and their dreams, they must always choose their （49）.

I had four children at the time, and the oldest was only four. I wrote what I felt. It （50） nine months, just like a pregnant woman. I mailed it without a sell addressed stamped （51） and without making a copy of the manuscript.

A month later I received a（n）（52）, and a request to start working on another book. The worst year I earned two dollars. In my best year I earned 36,000 dollars. （53）years I earned between five thousand and ten thousand. No, it isn’t enough to live （54）, but it’s still more than I’d make working part time. People ask what college I（55）, what degrees I had and what qualifications I have to be a writer. The answer is: “None.” I just write. I’m not a genius.

When I was fifteen, I announced to my English class that I was going to write my own books. Half the students smiled       , and even worse, the rest nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. “Don’t be        . Only geniuses can become writers.” the English teacher said, “And you are getting a D this term.” I was so       that I burst into tears. That night I wrote a short          poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the newspaper. To my      , they published it and sent me two dollars. I was a published and paid writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They laughed, “Just plain dumb luck,” the teacher said. I tasted       ; I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck, that was fine with me.

During the next two years, I sold dozens of poems and letters. By the time I graduated from high school, I had scrapbooks (剪贴簿)       with my published works. I never       my writing to my teachers, friends or my family again  because they were dream        .

 I had four children at the time. While the children slept, I typed on my ancient typewriter. I wrote what I felt. It took nine months. I chose a       and mailed it. A month later I received a contract, an advance on payments, and a request to start       another book. Crying Wind, which became a best seller, was translated into fifteen languages and sold worldwide. My first book also became required        in native American schools in Canada.

      In the       year I ever had as a writer I earned two dollars. In my best year I earned 36,000 dollars. People ask what college I       , what degrees I have and what qualifications I have to be a writer. The answer is: “None.” I just write. I’m not a genius. I use an electric typewriter that I paid a hundred and twenty nine dollars for six years ago. I do all the housework and fit my writing in a few minutes here and there. I’ve written eight books. To all those who dream of writing, I’m shouting at you: “Yes, you can. Don’t listen to them.” I don’t write right but I’ve succeeded. Writing is        ; it’s fun and anyone can do it. Of course, a little dumb luck doesn’t hurt.

1.A. unkindly     B. happily C. willingly         D. crazily

2.A. curious       B. depressed     C. excited D. silly 

3.A. unlucky      B. ashamed        C. moved  D. unconfident

4.A. sad     B. innocent        C. disappointing         D. puzzling

5.A. puzzlement         B. expectation  C. astonishment         D. disappointment

6.A. coldness    B. failure   C. success D. prejudice

7.A. furnished   B. linked   C. combined      D. filled

8.A. remembered     B. concluded     C. described      D. mentioned

9.A. killers         B. makers C. designers      D. creators

10.A. writer       B. reporter        C. publisher       D. manager

11.A. working on       B. going on        C. turning on     D. putting on

12.A. writing     B. reading C. selling   D. buying

13.A. busiest     B. unluckiest     C. worst    D. highest

14.A. worked    B. attended       C. admitted        D. participated

15.A. easy          B. hard      C. convenient   D. practical

When I was fifteen, I announced to my English class that I was going to write my own books. Half the students sneered（冷笑）, the  36  nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. “Don’t be silly, only   37  can become writers, ” the English teacher said, “And you are getting a D this term. ” I was so  38   that I burst into tears.

That night I wrote a short  39  poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the newspaper. To my  40  , they published it and sent me two dollars. I was a published and  41  writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They  42  . “Just plain dumb luck. ” the teacher said. I tasted  43  and I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck, that was  44  with me.

During the next two years I sold dozens of  45  , letters, jokes and recipes. By the time I   46  from high school, with a C minus average, I had scrapbooks（剪贴簿） filled with my published works. I  47   mentioned my writing to my teachers, friends or my family again. They were dream killers and  48  people must choose between their friends and their dreams, they must always choose their   49  .

I had four children at the time, and the oldest was only four. I wrote what I felt. It  50  nine months, just like a pregnant woman. I mailed it without a self addressed stamped  51  and without making a copy of the manu script.

A month later I received a（n）  52  , and a request to start working on another book. The worst year I earned two dollars. In my best year I earned 36, 000 dollars.   53  years I earned between five thousand and ten thousand. No, it isn’t enough to live  54  , but it’s still more than I’d make working part time. People ask what college I   55  , what degrees I had and what qualifications I have to be a writer. The answer is： “None. ” I just write. I’m not a genius.

1.A. whole                      B. other                               C. most                               D. rest

2.A. generals                      B. statesmen               C. geniuses                           D. spies

3.A. delighted           B. anxious                        C. ashamed                         D. upset

4.A. sad                                B. innocent           C. disappointing            D. puzzled

5.A. delight                         B. astonishment       C. comfort                       D. happiness

6.A. borrowed                    B. lent                               C. paid                                  D. cost

7.A. cried                       B. agreed                  C. swore                     D. laughed

8.A. failure                      B. success                 C. coldness                          D. squeeze

9.A. fine                                B. mixed                   C. compared                  D. full

10.A. books                         B. poets                         C. novels                            D. poems

11.A. dropped out             B. left              C. graduated                 D. laid off

12.A. ever                      B. never                      C. seldom                      D. even

13.A. if                                 B. unless              C. until                               D. before

14.A. teachers              B. family           C. friends                          D. dreams

15.A. spent                    B. cost             C. took                              D. wasted

16.A. letter                    B. envelope         C. writer                 D. cover

17.A. agreement                 B. edition                C. trade                               D. patent

18.A. Recent                  B. Memorable       C. Most                D. Several

19.A. with                            B. on                               C. by                    D. in

20.A. deserved          B. introduced        C. founded                  D. attended