I’d been proud that I’d never lost my cellphone until my husband Jack got a call one evening.
We went to visit a friend in hospital last year. When Jack’s  36  rang, it was my mother calling from my  37 . She asked if I had  38  my mobile. I checked my purse. It was  39 !
I used Jack’s phone to call my number. Then a boy, whom I’ll call Rhys,  40  it. “I found your phone!” he said, excitedly. “I have been trying to find you, but  41  it was getting late, I decided to leave.” He gave me the address of a  42  near his home.
Later that evening, I went to  43  him there. I didn’t dare to go  44 , worrying this was some cheater. So Jack came along. After  45  10km, we got to the coffee shop which Rhys  46 .
My  47  were gone. Rhys was just a young boy. “How did you  48  my mum?” I asked. He  49  that when he found my mobile by the roadside, he started calling people in my list of contacts. But all they  50  was my mobile phone number—which didn’t    51 . He’d called many names, starting with the letter A. Finally he got Adam, one of my friends, who  52 my house.
I was  53  to get my phone back with all the contacts, messages and photos I could have lost for ever. I was so  54  to Rhys and offered him some money, but he  55 .
As we drove back, we praised Rhys for his honesty.

Robby was 11 years old when his mother dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I  36  that students begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby, but Robby said that it had been his mother’s  37  to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student.
Hard  38  Robby tried, he lacked the basic sense of music. However, he persisted, and at the end of each weekly  39 , he always said, “My mom’s going to hear me play some day.” But it seemed  40 . He just did not have any gift for music.
I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby  41  or waited in her old car to  42  him up. She always  43  and smiled but never visited my class. Then one day Robby  44  coming to our lessons. He telephoned me and said his mother was  45 .
Several weeks later I was preparing my students for the upcoming recital(独奏会)  46  Robby came and asked me if he could be in the recital. “Miss Hondorf ... I’ve just got to  47 !” he insisted. I agreed.
The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was  48  with parents, friends and relatives. The recital went off well. Finally Robby came up on stage. I was  49  when he announced that he had chosen Mozart’s Concerto(协奏曲) No. 21 in C Major. I was not  50  what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys. He played so  51  that everyone  52  to applaud him. In tears I ran up on  53 . “Oh, Robby! How did you do it?”
“Well, Miss Hondorf ... I kept on  54  at home. Remember I told you my mom was sick? Well, _55  she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well ... she was born deaf, so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play ...”

III. Cloze (15 points)
Directions: For each blank in the following passage there are four words marked A,B,C and D. Fill in each blank with the word that best fits the context.
When I was younger, I thought that boys and grown men shouldn’t cry. The tears were signs of being 1, which a man isn’t supposed to be.
But later, I discovered that courage isn’t all about trying to keep all the pain in check and trying to hide the2.
My 18-year-old sister eloped(私奔) and with it, I saw how weak my father’s heart was. We were used to seeing him as a(n) 3 father.
For three days he wouldn’t talk. He would just sit 4 outside our house in the dark. On the fourth night, I sat beside him and 5 him to tell me what he feels about everything.
It has been years since I have laid my hand on my father’s shoulder as we have drifted apart (疏远) farther and farther while I was 6 up. That night though, I sensed my father trying to 7 his pain and I wanted him to be able to let it out. We all have cried over what happened except him.
The simple touch and my words, “Dad, it’s not your 8”, broke my father’s dam(水闸). In the darkness, he began to cry. I 9 his shoulders shaking as he whispered, “10 did I go wrong? All I ever wanted was for my children to grow up right. Why couldn’t your sister wait?”
I understood then why he 11 to be in the dark. 12 being there, he hoped to spare his family of a father’s pain. His tears, 13 we didn’t see them before that night, were there all the same.
I saw his 14, that night when my father cried with my hand on his shoulder, and 15 his pain.

1. 1.
   1. A.
      weak
   2. B.
      poor
   3. C.
      sad
   4. D.
      honest
2. 2.
   1. A.
      secrets
   2. B.
      tears
   3. C.
      opinions
   4. D.
      qualities
3. 3.
   1. A.
      hard-working
   2. B.
      easy-going
   3. C.
      kind-hearted
   4. D.
      strong-willed
4. 4.
   1. A.
      quietly
   2. B.
      impolitely
   3. C.
      gently
   4. D.
      carefully
5. 5.
   1. A.
      reminded
   2. B.
      asked
   3. C.
      ordered
   4. D.
      suggested
6. 6.
   1. A.
      bringing
   2. B.
      giving
   3. C.
      growing
   4. D.
      turning
7. 7.
   1. A.
      forget
   2. B.
      reduce
   3. C.
      control
   4. D.
      bear
8. 8.
   1. A.
      character
   2. B.
      daughter
   3. C.
      fault
   4. D.
      duty
9. 9.
   1. A.
      noticed
   2. B.
      felt
   3. C.
      heard
   4. D.
      imagined
10. 10.
    1. A.
       How
    2. B.
       What
    3. C.
       When
    4. D.
       Where
11. 11.
    1. A.
       preferred
    2. B.
       managed
    3. C.
       stayed
    4. D.
       agreed
12. 12.
    1. A.
       For
    2. B.
       On
    3. C.
       By
    4. D.
       Of
13. 13.
    1. A.
       if
    2. B.
       because
    3. C.
       until
    4. D.
       though
14. 14.
    1. A.
       condition
    2. B.
       pain
    3. C.
       courage
    4. D.
       trouble
15. 15.
    1. A.
       understood
    2. B.
       remembered
    3. C.
       touched
    4. D.
       respected

When I was about 13, my father would take me on short outings on Saturdays. On the way home, Dad  36  stopped at the Dairy Queen for 10-cent ice creams. I couldn’t  37 it, but I could pray from the   38  we started heading home to that corner where we would either go straight for the ice cream or  39  and go home empty-handed. That corner  40  either mouth-watering excitement or  41  .
On one special day, we were heading home, and again I was praying for the  42  sound of his offer. It   43 . “Would you like an ice cream today?” “That sounds great, Dad!” But then he said, “How would you like to  44  today?”
Twenty cents! My mind reeled（震惊）. I could afford it. I got a weekly allowance of 25 cents, plus some  45  for odd jobs（零活）. But  46 it was my money, ice cream wasn’t a good use of it. In a fit of  47 , I said, “Well, in that case, I guess I’ll   48  .”My father just said, “Okay, Son.”
But as we headed home, I realized how wrong I was and begged him to  49 . But he just said, “That’s okay, we don’t really need one.” I felt  50  for my selfishness and ungratefulness. He didn’t mind, or  51  act disappointed.
I   52 that generosity（慷慨）goes two ways and gratefulness sometimes costs more than “thank you”. On that day gratefulness would have cost 20 cents and it would have been the  53  ice cream I’d ever had.
I’ll tell you one more thing. We  54 another trip the next week. As we  55  the corner, I said, “Dad, would you like an ice cream today? My treat.”

【小题10】

A．extra B． limited C．little D．easy