It was a warm March evening，and I’d just taken a seat on the bus that would take me home．It was nearly 6：00 PM，but the bus was not yet full and the driver gave no  26  that he intended to start the bus．
A middle-aged woman took a seat opposite me . She was crying．Not speaking to anyone in particular，she   27 told her story．
She had come to the city to visit her daughter．On the way to the terminal(终点站)，a thief had _28_ one of her bags．It had contained half of the money she’d brought with her．The other half was hidden under her blouse, so she _29_ still had some money left．The bus conductor，driver，and other passengers listened to her tale．
At this time, an old man _30_got on the bus．He sat in the seat directly in front of the woman．After a few minutes, all seats were __31__．The driver started the engine．The bus conductor collected tickets and began asking us where we were  _32__．When he came to the old man’s seat，he became __33__  and asked the old man whether he had any money．The old man _34__ that he did not．He explained that he _35_ all his money this morning when he’d accidentally got on the wrong bus and now he was trying to go home．
Upon hearing this，the bus conductor _36_ the old man to get off the bus．The old man was almost in tears as he begged the bus conductor to let him take that bus  _37_ he could get home before dark．The bus driver approached the old man，and repeated the conductor’s _38__ to get off the bus．
“Stop troubling him! Can’t you see he’s only trying to get home?”she interrupted．“He doesn’t have any money!”the driver shouted．“Well, that’s no  _39_ to throw him off the bus,”she insisted．Then she said,“How much is his fare?”The bus conductor mumbled the amount．“Fine.”said the woman．She _40_ inside her blouse, took out her __41__ money，and handed the fare to the bus conductor．“Here’s his fare and mine．Just stop giving him a hard time．”
All eyes turned _42__ the woman，who，just minutes before，had been crying over the money she’d lost．“It’s only money,” she shrugged．
By the time the bus pulled out of the terminal，she had given the old man some bread and a dollar．She rode the rest of the way home _43__ a Mona Lisa smile of peace and grace，and the money she’d lost _44_was forgotten．
On the road of life，the politeness and smiles of _45__ can lighten our loads and lift our spirits．How much sweeter the journey when we make it a little smoother and richer for others !

In 1986, when Monty Reed was a member of the Army Rangers (黑鹰突击 队), he had an accident. "It was a night jump, and we were jumping low," he recalls. "We were training. Somebody got too close to my parachute (降落伞)."The parachute below blocked Reed’s air and his parachute failed to open. Reed crashed a hundred feet to the ground, breaking his back in five places.
The next morning, Reed could not move. "Doctors said it was likely that I would never walk again." Reed stared out of his hospital window, wondering what the future would be like. It was the saddest moment of his life. "The experts are telling me my body doesn’t work! What am I supposed to do?" he thought.
To distract (转移注意力) himself, he picked up a book: Robert Heinlein’s Starship Troopers. The science-fiction describes a set of man-made muscles that would allow people to carry 2,000 pounds. He thought that if he could build something like that, it might be able to lift him out of his wheelchair. So he began his project and finally succeeded in building a set of robot legs. Several years later, he made an amazing recovery and was able to get up and walk away from his wheelchair. He even jumped out of an airplane again to celebrate.
Reed wanted to do something for others with the second chance that life had given him. He has now perfected the robot legs that can get the injured, the elderly and the paralyzed (瘫痪的) out of their wheelchairs. Now he has started his own company to make the legs. "I’ve seen them compete in marathons and go swimming and mountain climbing," he said. "So never give up!"
【小题1】Monty had an accident in 1986 because_______.

In order to tell what I believe, I must briefly introduce some of my personal history.
The turning point of my life was my decision to give up a promising business career and study music. My parents, sharing my love of music, _16_____ of it as a profession. This was understandable in view of the family __17____. My grandfather had taught music for nearly forty years and earned barely enough to __18____ for his large family. My father often said it was only the hardheaded thriftiness of my grandmother that helped the family live a life. As a(an) __19___ of this example in the family, my mention of music as a profession carried with it a picture of an existence with __20____ financial rewards. My parents insisted upon college instead of a conservatory of a career of music, and so finally I went to college quite happily.
Before my graduation from Columbia, the family met with severe financial problems and I felt it my duty to __21____ college and take a job. Thus was I started a business career – which I always think of as the wasted years.
Now I do not for a moment mean to disparage business. My whole point I is that it was not for me. I went into it for __22___, and apart from the satisfaction of being able to help the family, money is all I got out of it. It was not enough. I felt that life was passing me by. From being merely dissatisfied I became really ___23___. I knew what I wanted is to save enough to __24____ and go to Europe to study ___25__. I used to get up at dawn to practice before I left for “downtown”, disappointing my poor mother by eating a hurried breakfast at the last minute. I continued to make money, and finally, bit by bit, saved enough to __26____ me to go abroad. And, by now, the family didn’t need my help any longer. I ended my business career, feeling like a man released from prison, and sailed for Europe. I stayed four years, worked harder than ever and ___27___ every minute of it.
“Enjoyed” is too mild a word. I walked on air. I really lived. I was a __28____ man and I was doing what I loved to do and what I was meant to do.
If I had stayed in business, I might be a __29____ man today, but I do not believe I would have made a success of living. I would have given up all those inner satisfactions, which money can never buy.
When I broken away from business, it was against the advice of all my friends and family. Most of us are so accustomed to the association of success with money__30___the thought of giving up a good income for an idea seemed rather crazy. If so, all I can say is “Ah! It’s great to be crazy.”

Twenty years ago I drove a taxi for a living. One night I went to pick up a passenger at 2:30 AM. When I­­­­­­­­­­­­   21  -，I found the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor    22 
I walked to the door and knocked “Just a minute” answered a weak elderly      23
After a long pause the door opened. A small woman in her eighties stood    24    me by her side was a small suitcase. I took the suitcase to the car and then  25to help the woman. She took my arm and we walked   26 toward the car.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. “It’s nothing” I told her. “I just try to   27  my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.” “Oh you’re such a good man.” She said. When we got into the taxi she gave me an address and then asked“Could you drive   28 downtown”
“It’s not the shortest way” I answered quickly.
“Oh I’m   29 ” she said. “I’m on my way to a hospice临终医院. I don’t have any   30  left. The doctor says I don’t have very long.”
I quietly reached over and   31  the meter计价器.
For the next two hours we drove through the city. She   32  me the building where she had once worked the neighborhood where she had lived and the furniture shop that had once been a ballroom where she had gone  33  as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow down in front of a   34 building and would sit staring into the darkness saying nothing.
At  35  she suddenly said” I’m tired. Let’s go now.”
We drove in silence to the   36 she had given me. “How much do I   37 you” she asked. “Nothing.” I said. “You have to make a living” she answered. “Oh there are other   38 ” I answered. Almost without thinking I   39  and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. Our hug ended with her remark“You gave an old woman a little moment of joy.”
I walked into the  40 morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

Paparazzi, or "paps", are photographers who take pictures of famous people when they are not at the center of public attention. Paps are different from professional photographers or journalists because they never take ordinary photos.
The goal for paparazzi is to get pictures that no one else will get and then sell the pictures to the buyer who offers the most money —normally a small newspaper, magazine or website.
There is no law against paparazzi taking pictures in public places. However, there are laws that protect certain individuals. For example, child protection laws stop improper (不合适的) pictures of anyone under 16 from being published.
There is also no law that stops paparazzi from following celebrities (名人) and taking their pictures either. However, if paps are secretly following them and taking pictures of their faces, they could get into trouble.
Most paparazzi hang out on streets and hot spots for celebrities, waiting for the opportunity to take a picture of a star. Many stay on the streets until the early hours of the morning when celebrities are leaving nightclubs and looking a little worse for wear. However, some have other ways to make sure they get pictures. Many paps are in contact with "informers" who know the locations of celebrities at any given time. They then pass the information on to paparazzi. An informer could be anyone —from a restaurant waiter to a salesman.
Most of the time, paparazzi get a bad reputation for following celebrities. But sometimes stars or their managers will contact paps themselves and tell them exactly where and when they will go.
What a love-hate relationship between paparazzi and celebrities!
【小题1】Which of the following things paparazzi might do would be against the law?