Jonathan lived alone in a house，which he looked after carefully．One summer evening Jonathan returned home   1 usual at 4：53．When he opened the front gate， he suddenly noticed something   2 ．There was   3  in the earth in one of the flower beds．Jonathan was just going to blame(责备)the milkman or the postman   4 he noticed that one of the curtains(窗帘)in the front room downstairs was   5  ．Jonathan never did it like that．
He walked up to the porch(门廊)and   6  it quietly．He   7  carefully for a few seconds．  8  could hear nothing．The front door was half-open．Jonathan studied it carefully,  9  if he had forgotten to close it that morning．He had   10 forgotten before．He stepped silently    11 the hall to the door and looked   12  the room．The shadow(影子)of a man was clearly    13 on the far wall in the evening sunlight．He had clearly been standing  14 the door since Jonathan’s return．Jonathan closed the door and turned the key quickly．Then he quietly picked up  15   and began to call   16  ．The thief, a tall young man, tried to climb     17   a window to get out but Jonathan   18   that．He beat him with his umbrella．Three minutes later the police   19  ．Jonathan was a little angry that he had to have dinner later than usual but on the whole night he felt quite pleased with     20  .

Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia, I saw a small pool of water ahead on the path．I angled my direction to go around it on the part of the path that wasn't covered by water or mud．As I reached the pool, I was suddenly attacked! Yet I did nothing for the attack．It was so unpredictable and from somewhere totally unexpected．I was surprised as well as unhurt though I had been struck four or five times．I backed up a foot and my attacker stopped attacking me．Had I been hurt I wouldn't have found it amusing．And I was laughing．After all, I was being attacked by a butterfly!

    Having stopped, laughing, I took a step forward．My attacker rushed me again．He charged towards me at full speed, attempting to hurt me but in vain．For a second time, I took a step backwards while my attacker paused．I wasn't sure what to do．After all, it's just not everyday that one is attacked by a butterfly．I stepped back to look the situation over．My attacker moved back to land on the ground．That's when I discovered why my attacker was charging me only moments earlier．He had a mate and she was dying．

    Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed his wings as if to fan her．I could only admire the love and courage of that butterfly in his concern for his mate．He had taken it up on himself to attack me for his mate's sake （缘故）, even though she was clearly dying and I was so large．He did so just to give her those extra few precious moments of life, should I have been careless enough to step on her．His courage in attacking something thousands of times larger and heavier than himself just for his mate's safety seemed admirable．I couldn't do anything other than reward him by walking on the more difficult side of the pool．He had truly earned those moments to be with her, undisturbed．    

    Since then, I've always tried to remember the courage of that butterfly whenever I see huge barriers facing me.

1.Why did the writer change his direction while walking down a path?

   A. To get close to a butterfly.          B. To look over the bad situation.

   C. To escape a sudden attack.            D. To avoid getting his shoes dirty.

2.What made the man feel funny?

   A. Making the attacker pause.            B. Being attacked by a butterfly.

   C. Being stepped on by his mate.         D. Discovering the energetic butterfly.

3.From this experience the man learned        .

A. what he should do when faced with troubleB. people should show sympathy to the weak

 C. how he should deal with attacks        D. people should protect butterflies

4.Which of the following words can best describe the butterfly?

    A. Careless．       B. Amusing．   C. Courageous． D. Aggressive.

Dear Guys,

I’d like to talk to you about the shame you subjected me to last night. Let me first refresh your memory: You, a group of fit, young men, were playing soccer on the field across from my apartment building. I, a better-than-average looking young woman, was walking along the sidewalk with my groceries. That’s when your ball came flying over the fence and landed in front of me.

One of you approached and asked politely if I would throw the ball back to you. Fighting the urge to drop my bags and run screaming down the street, I reluctantly (勉强地) agreed.

Before I continue, let me explain something that I didn’t have a chance to mention last night: I hate sports. More specifically, I hate sports involving balls. This results from my lack of natural ability when it comes to throwing, catching and hitting. I’m bad at aiming too. So you can understand why I’d be nervous at what I’m sure seemed to you like a laughably simple request.

However, wanting to appear agreeable, I put my bags down, picked up the ball and, eyes half-shut, threw it as hard as I could.

It hit the middle of the fence and bounced back to me.

Trying to act casually, I said something about being out of practice, then picked up the ball again. If you’ll remember, at your command, I agreed to try throwing underhand. While outwardly I was smiling, in my head, I was praying, Oh God, oh please oh please oh please. I threw the ball upward with all my strength, terrified by what happened next.

The ball hit slightly higher up on the fence and bounced back to me.

This is the point where I start to take issue with you. Wouldn’t it have been a better use of your time, and mine, if you had just walked around the fence and took the ball then? I was clearly struggling; my smiles were more and more forced. And yet, you all just stood there, motionless.

Seeing that you weren’t going to let me out of the trouble, I became desperate. Memories of middle school softball came flooding back. I tried hard to throw the ball but it only went about eight feet, then I decided to pick it up and dash with ball in hand towards the baseline, while annoyed thirteen-year-old boys screamed at me that I was ruining their lives. Children are cruel.

Being a big girl now, I pushed those memories aside and picked up the soccer ball for the third time. I forced a good-natured laugh while crying inside as you patiently shouted words of support over the fence at me.

“Throw it granny-style!” one of you said.

“Just back up a little and give it all you’ve got!” another offered.

And, most embarrassing of all, “You can do it!”

I know you thought you were being encouraging, but it only served to deepen the shame.

Anyway, I accepted your ball-throwing advice, backed up, rocked back and forth a little, took a deep breath and let it fly.

It hit the edge of the fence and bounced back to me.

I surprised myself-and I’m sure you as well-by letting out a cry, “DAMN IT!!!” I then willed myself to have a heart attack and pass out in front of you just so I’d be put out of my misery.

Alas, the heart attack didn’t happen, and you continued to look at me expectantly, like you were content to do this all night. I had become a sort of exhibition for you. I could feel your collective thoughts drifting through the chain-link: “Can she really not do it? But I mean, really?”

Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t really game to continue your experiment. Three failed attempts at a simple task in front of a group of people in a two-minute period was just enough blow for me for one night. I picked up the ball one last time, approached the fence and grumbled, “Please just come get the damn ball.”

And you did. And thanks to you, I decided at that very moment to never throw anything ever again, except disrespectful glances at people who play sports.

Sincerely, Jen Cordery

1.The writer agreed to throw the ball because ______.

A. she needed to have a relax carrying the heavy groceries

B. she wanted to refresh her childhood memories

C. she could not refuse the polite request from the young man

D. she had fallen in love with the young man at first sight

2.Why did the writer mention her middle school memory?

A. To explain why she failed the attempts to throw the ball back.

B. To complain that she had not mastered the ball throwing skills.

C. To show how cruel those 13-year-old boys were.

D. To express her dislike towards softball.

3. What the boys said before the writer’s third attempt actually made the writer _______.

A. inspired                B. encouraged             C. embarrassed                  D. depressed

4.What happened to the ball at last?

A. The writer managed to throw the ball back.

B. The boy got the ball back by himself.

C. The writer threw the ball away out of anger.

D. The boys got angry and left without the ball.

     One afternoon I was sitting at my favorite table in a restaurant , waiting for the food I had ordered to arrive . Suddenly I    36     that a man sitting at a table near the window kept glancing in my direction ,    37    he knew me . The man had a newspaper     38    in front of him , which he was  __39__    to read , but I could    40     that he was keeping an eye on me . when the waiter brought my     41    the man was clearly puzzled (困惑) by the    42     way in which the waiter and I    43     each other . He seemed even more puzzled as     44    went on and it became     45    that all the waiters in the restaurant knew me . Finally he got up and went into the    46     . When he came out , he paid his bill and    47     without another glance in my direction .

     I called the owner of the restaurant and asked what the man had    48     . “Well,” he said , “that man was a detective (侦探) . He    49     you here because he though you were the man he     50    .” “What ?” I said , showing my     51    . The owner continued , “He came into the kitchen and showed me a photo of the wanted man. I   52      say he looked very much like you ! Of course , since we know you , we told him that he had made a     53    .” “Well , it’s really    54     I came to a restaurant where I’m known ,” I said . “   55     , I might have been in trouble .”

36．A．knew               B．understood       C．noticed              D．recognized

37．A．since               B．even if          C．though               D．as if

38．A．flat                  B．open            C．cut                       D．fixed

39．A．hoping            B．thinking            C．pretending         D．continuing

40．A．see                  B．find             C．guess               D．learn

41．A．menu              B．bill             C．paper                 D．food

42．A．direct              B．familiar         C．strange                  D．funny

43．A．chatted with      B．looked at        C．laughed at            D．talked about

44．A．the waiter         B．time            C．I                        D．the dinner

45．A．true                          B．hopeful         C．clear                      D．possible

46．A．restaurant          B．washroom         C．office                  D．kitchen

47．A．left                          B．acted                C．sat down            D．calmed down

48．A．wanted                     B．tried                 C．ordered                D．wished

49．A．met                 B．caught              C．followed         D．discovered

50．A．was to beat       B．was dealing with    C．was to meet       D．was looking for

51．A．care                          B．surprise           C．worry             D．regret

52．A．must                         B．can                C．need                D．may

53．A．discovery                  B．mistake            C．decision          D．fortune

54．A．a pity                       B．natural           C．a chance           D．lucky

55．A．Thus                        B．However           C．Otherwise                 D．Therefore

Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia, I saw a small pool of water ahead on the path. I angled my direction to go around it on the part of the path that wasn't covered by water or mud. As I reached the pool, I was suddenly attacked! Yet I did nothing for the attack. It was so unpredictable and from somewhere totally unexpected. I was surprised as well as unhurt though I had been struck four or five times. I backed up a foot and my attacker stopped attacking me. Had I been hurt I wouldn't have found it amusing. And I was laughing. After all, I was being attacked by a butterfly!

    Having stopped, laughing, I took a step forward. My attacker rushed me again. He charged towards me at full speed, attempting to hurt me but in vain. For a second time, I took a step backwards while my attacker paused. I wasn't sure what to do. After all, it's just not everyday that one is attacked by a butterfly. I stepped back to look the situation over. My attacker moved back to land on the ground. That's when I discovered why my attacker was charging me only moments earlier. He had a mate and she was dying.

    Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed his wings as if to fan her. I could only admire the love and courage of that butterfly in his concern for his mate. He had taken it up on himself to attack me for his mate's sake （缘故）, even though she was clearly dying and I was so large. He did so just to give her those extra few precious moments of life, should I have been careless enough to step on her. His courage in attacking something thousands of times larger and heavier than himself just for his mate's safety seemed admirable. I couldn't do anything other than reward him by walking on the more difficult side of the pool. He had truly earned those moments to be with her, undisturbed.     

    Since then, I've always tried to remember the courage of that butterfly whenever I see huge barriers facing me.

1. Why did the writer change his direction while walking down a path?

A. To get close to a butterfly.           B. To look over the bad situation.

C. To escape a sudden attack.             D. To avoid getting his shoes dirty.

2.What made the man feel funny?

A. Making the attacker pause.             B. Being attacked by a butterfly.

C. Being stepped on by his mate.          D. Discovering the energetic butterfly.

3. From this experience the man learned        .

A. what he should do when faced with trouble

B. people should show sympathy to the weak

C. how he should deal with attacks

D. people should protect butterflies

4. Which of the following words can best describe the butterfly?

A. Careless.          B. Amusing.         C. Courageous.      D. Aggressive.