When an earthquake hit a small town，many houses fell down.After the earthquake，all the newspapers reported many stories about some of the families who were in trouble.

One Sunday，when I was reading a newspaper，a special picture touched me.It gave the clothing sizes of each family member.I thought that this would be a good chance to teach my children to help those who were less lucky than themselves.I said to my seven?year?old twins，Brad and Brett，and three?year?old Meghan，“We have so much，and these poor people now have nothing.We’ll share what we have with them.”

I filled a box with foods and clothes.While I was doing this，I encouraged the boys to choose their toys and donate some of their less favourite things.Meghan watched quietly as the boys took out their old toys and games and put them together.Then she walked away.A few minutes later she came back with Lucy，her much?loved doll.She put the doll on top of the other toys.“Oh，dear，”I said.“You don’t have to give Lucy.You love her so much.”Meghan said，“Lucy makes me happy，Mommy.Maybe she’ll make another little girl happy, too.”

I looked at Meghan for a long moment.She taught me a lesson.It’s easy to give something that we don’t want any more，but hard to give what we cherish(珍爱)，isn’t it?

1．The writer has ________ children.

A．one 　　　　　 B．two 　　　　　　C．three 　　　　　 D．four

2．The underlined word “donate” probably means “________”．

A．捐赠 　　　　　B．丢掉 　　　　　C．展出 　　　　　D．放好

3．Lucy is the name of ________.

A．a girl　　　　 　B．a game　　　　　 C．a doll 　　　　 D．an earthquake

4．Which of the following is true?

A．An earthquake happened in the writer’s hometown.

B．The writer let Meghan give her much?loved doll.

C．The writer decided to buy some clothes for those people in trouble.

D．The writer thinks it is more difficult to give what we love a lot.

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5．What’s the best title of this passage?

A．A Family Story　　　　　　　　　　 B．The Spirit of Giving

C．The Way of Helping Others　　　　　 D．A Sad Experience

A man was driving at 70 miles in a 40-mile-zone, when a police car came behind him with the light on.1.  

As the policeman came to him, he said, "Hi, officer, I guess you caught me a little bit over the limit. I was in a rush to get home, to be with my wife and kids, you know my younger son wasn't feeling too well when I left home this morning."

The policeman said, "Well, I guess so,'' and started writing something in his notebook.2. . A few moments later, the policeman came to his window and handed him a paper, and returned to his car without saying a single word. The man started to wonder, how much this ticket was going to be as he began to look at the paper.     3.    

"I had a daughter who was killed by a speeding car at the age of six, by a speeding driver like you. He got a fine, a few months in prison, and was free, free to hug two other daughters. 4.   I have tried to forgive that man a thousand times, and I thought I had. Maybe I really did forgive him, but I have to do it again, even right now.  5.   "

The man was very surprised and could not move for the next few minutes. When finally he did, he drove slowly, even a few miles under the speed limit, praying for forgiveness.

A．So pray for me and be careful when you drive again, my son is all I have left.

B．I only had one, and now I have to wait I go to heaven before I can hug her again.

C．As minutes went by, he could see from the side view mirror, the policeman was still writing.

D．He was surprised it was not a ticket but a receipt.

E．So pray for you, and be careful when you drive again, your daughter is all you have left.

F．Right away the man started thinking of excuse to give.

G．He was surprised it was not a ticket as he began to read.

I finished my last work of the week and could hardly wait to get home, take off my nursing shoes, and relax.
As I _36_ my car, I saw one of my _37_ standing by the bus stop. I thought it would only take a couple of extra minutes to give her a ride home, and _38_, it was too cold to be standing outside on the coldest _39_ in January. I didn’t know where she lived, but I was _40_ I would be able to find my way back.
We _41_ about our work as I drove and _42_ we knew it, we arrived at her house. I started driving back. _43_ looked familiar, but at first that didn’t _44_ me. But soon I _45_ something wrong. I recognized nothing. But I told myself to stay _46_.
I was _47_ neighborhoods, streets and even streetlights. I no longer knew where I was now. How could I be so stupid! I looked down at my _48_. It was now 2:30 a.m. My gas was slowly running out. I _49_ the car and turned off the engine. In total defeat, I put my head down on the wheel, _50_. Then I raised my head and saw a(n) _51_ down the road in front of me. I turned my headlights on. A car! I drove a little _52_, got out of my car and knocked on the window of that car. An elderly man _53_ rolled his window down.
I said that I didn’t know how to get back into town. In silence, he started driving. I ran back to my car and drove behind him. Finally I _54_ a familiar street. As I turned to head home, the car disappeared. Then I _55_ my driveway (车道) when the warning light for my gas tank (汽油箱) turned on.
Though so many years have passed, I still thank the old man from my deepest heart.

I was a publishing director and was looking forward to embracing a new day of work, as always，that morning．
I would always turn to the crossword, but that day it didn't  31  I'd been doing it for 30 odd years, but trying to read this one was like treading through syrup（糖浆）: 32  slow and hard． I thought I must be tired． I said to my assistant． The 33  colleague contacted my wife, Beth, and she drove me straight to hospital． There, confirmation came that I'd had a stroke in the part of my brain that 34 communication． I was now in a condition that means it's difficult or 35 to receive and produce language． It was the only time I 36 ．
I was back at home a week later, and my goal was to get better and  37  Work in a couple of months． The way to  38  my language ability was rough． I'd look at simple pictures and try to describe them as my mind  39  round and round in the darkness, looking for words．
As the months passed it became  40  that I wasn't going to be able to go back to my old job． For 25 years, I had  41  myself as a publisher． I was used to a busy day of meetings． I enjoyed colleagues and the 42 I'd had． I didn’t feel ready to say goodbye to my old self． There were times when I felt incredibly  43 ．
In the darkest months, I devoted myself to  44 ． I couldn't manage novels or newspapers,  45  I tried reading poetry, and found the shorter lines less overwhelming． My speech came back, and I learned how to read again, though much more slowly． I also learned the  46  to keep up． I allowed myself to slow down, and started to enjoy it．
47  , I rid of my old skin． I grieved the past, its passing and its absence, and started to 48  it． Now,  10 years  later,  I look after my grandson a day a week, and my relationship with my family is deeper than ever． If you'd asked me 15 years ago to  49  the importance of the things in my life I might have said work, but now I'm no longer a high-achieving publisher． I'm a  50         man．