Some people are lucky enough to be born with a good sense of direction and even if they have only visited a place once, they will be able to find it again years later.
　　I am one of those unlucky people who have poor sense of direction and I may have visited a place time after time but I still get lost on my way there. When I was young I was so shy that I never dared ask complete strangers the way and so I used to wander round in circles and hope that by some chance I would get to the place I was heading for.
　　I am no longer too shy to ask people for direction, but I often receive replies that puzzle me. Often people do not like to admit（承认）that they didn’t know their hometown and will insist on telling you the way, even if they do not know it; others, who are anxious to prove that they know their hometown very well, will give you a long list of directions which you can not possibly hope to remember, and still others do not seem to be able to tell between their left and their right and you find in the end that you are going in the opposite（相反的）direction to that in which you should be going.
　　If anyone ever asks me the way to somewhere, I always tell them I am a stranger to the town in order to avoid giving them wrong direction but even this can have embarrassing results.
　　Once I was on my way to work when I was stopped by a man who asked me if I would direct him the way to the Sunlight Building. I gave my usual reply, but I had not walked on a few steps when I realized that he had asked for directions to my office building. However, at this point, I decide it was too late to turn back and search for him out of the crowd behind me as I was going to meet with someone at the office and I did not want to keep him waiting.
　　Imagine my embarrassment when my secretary showed in the very man who had asked for directions of my office and his astonishment when he recognized me as the person he had asked.
【小题1】What is the writer going to do when someone asks him for direction?
　  

Some people are lucky enough to be born with a good sense of direction and even if they have only visited a place once, they will be able to find it again years later.

　　I am one of those unlucky people who have poor sense of direction and I may have visited a place time after time but I still get lost on my way there. When I was young I was so shy that I never dared ask complete strangers the way and so I used to wander round in circles and hope that by some chance I would get to the place I was heading for.

　　I am no longer too shy to ask people for direction, but I often receive replies that puzzle me. Often people do not like to admit（承认）that they didn’t know their hometown and will insist on telling you the way, even if they do not know it; others, who are anxious to prove that they know their hometown very well, will give you a long list of directions which you can not possibly hope to remember, and still others do not seem to be able to tell between their left and their right and you find in the end that you are going in the opposite（相反的）direction to that in which you should be going.

　　If anyone ever asks me the way to somewhere, I always tell them I am a stranger to the town in order to avoid giving them wrong direction but even this can have embarrassing results.

　　Once I was on my way to work when I was stopped by a man who asked me if I would direct him the way to the Sunlight Building. I gave my usual reply, but I had not walked on a few steps when I realized that he had asked for directions to my office building. However, at this point, I decide it was too late to turn back and search for him out of the crowd behind me as I was going to meet with someone at the office and I did not want to keep him waiting.

　　Imagine my embarrassment when my secretary showed in the very man who had asked for directions of my office and his astonishment when he recognized me as the person he had asked.

1.What is the writer going to do when someone asks him for direction?

2.Why did the writer consider himself to be an unlucky dog?

3.How did the visitor feel when he was showed into the very room?

4.Who showed the right way to the interviewee according to the passage?

　Some people are lucky enough to be born with a good sense of direction and even if they have only visited a place once, they will be able to find it again years later.
　　I am one of those unfortunate people who have poor sense of direction and I may have visited a place time after time but I still get lost on my way there. When I was young I was so shy that I never dared ask complete strangers the way and so I used to wander round in circles and hope that by some chance I would get to the spot I was heading for.
　　I am no longer too shy to ask people for direction, but I often receive replies that puzzle me. Often people do not like to admit that they didn’t know their hometown and will insist on telling you the way, even if they do not know it; others, who are anxious to prove that they know their hometown very well, will give you a long list of directions which you can not possibly hope to remember, and still others do not seem to be able to tell between their left and their right and you find in the end that you are going in the opposite direction to that in which you should be going.
　　If anyone ever asks me the way to somewhere, I always tell them I am a stranger to the town in order to avoid giving them wrong direction but even this can have embarrassing results.
　　Once I was on my way to work when I was stopped by a man who asked me if I would direct him the way to the Sunlight Building. I gave my usual reply, but I had not walked on a few steps when I realized that he had asked for directions to my office building. However, at this point, I decide it was too late to turn back and search for him out of the crowd behind me as I was going to meet with someone at the office and I did not want to keep him waiting.
　　Imagine my embarrassment when my secretary showed in the very man who had asked for directions of my office and his astonishment when he recognized me as the person he had asked.
　　60. What is the writer going to do when someone asks him for direction?
　　   A. He will direct the right way to the person willingly.
　　   B. He will reply to it by the means of being a stranger to the town.
　　   C. He will give the very person long list of direction.
　　   D. He is going to show the man an opposite direction.
　　61. Why did the writer consider himself to be an unlucky dog?
　　   A. Because of his poor sense of direction.
　　   B. Because he always forget the way to home.
　　   C. Because he did not have any friend.
　　   D. Because he used to be shy and dared not ask others the way.
　　62. How did the visitor feel when he was showed into the very room?
　　   A. He felt strange.                              B. He felt embarrassed.
　　   C. He felt very sad.                                   D. He felt astonished.
　　63. Who showed the right way to the interviewee according to the passage?
　　   A. Someone we don’t know.                 B. The writer did it for himself.
　　   C. The secretary did so.                        D. A warm-hearted old lady did it.

阅读理解

"Earthquake! "The word flashed in my brain. A roaring sound filled my ears. I tried to slide beneath my desk. The desk did a wild tap dance, slipping and sliding towards the center of the room. I twisted my body and grabbed at the windowsill behind me, somehow kicking free of my dancing chair. I tried to stand. My legs skated away as if on a bucking escalator.

　　 My fingers shaked, grasped and help the windowsill tightly. Somewhere through the roar sounded the terrified scream of some wounded animal. I looked behind me and tried to steady my gaze on the other kids but the scene was a dizzy nightmare. Some of the class were sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by chairs and desks. One girl was screaming. A boy was trying to claw his way across the floor to the door in a crazy overarm crawl.

　　 My grip froze me to the windowsill.

　　 I cried aloud, "I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Save me, I'm not ready to die, I'm not ready!"

　　 I hunched forward on my knees and pressed my face against my clenched fingers. I looked at the backs of my fingers and stupidly noticed the fragile pale hairs growing out of the pores. The fingers would soon cease to exist. Somehow the impending horror of my death was too terrible to even cry about.

　　  Suddenly, I became aware that the rocking had ceased. Perhaps I wasn't going to die.

1. The roaring sound was made by ________.

A. a wounded animal

B. people screaming

C. children running

D. an earthquake

2. When the narrator clenches his fingers he is ________

A. afraid

B. angry

C. injured

D. impatient

3. Paragraph 2 describes the_________

A. injuries suffered by the narrator

B. effects of a bad nightmare

C. disorder in the classroom

D. narrator's fear of death

4.At the end of the passage there is a feeling of______

  A. panic

B. hope

C. sorrow

D. excitement

Hi, Susan.

I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to return to your　　 76　　　　

bike on time yesterday. I mean to give it　　　 77　　　

back to you before four in the afternoon，and I　　 78　　　

was hold up on my way back. Just before I　　　 79　　　

turned corner of park street. I happened to　　　　 80　　　

see an accident. A little girl was hurt and her　　 81　　　

mother needed help. So I helped them going to　 82　　　

the nearest hospital. I stayed here for one and　　 83　　　

a half hour and made sure that the girl was all　　 84　　

hope you understand. 　　　　　　　　　　　　 85　　　

Thank you!

Li Ling