After Mom died, l began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work. He was frail and moved slowly, but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me, along with an unsigned note reading," Drink your juice." Such a gesture, l knew, was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love. In fact, l remember, as a kid I had questioned Mom "Why doesn't Dad love me?" Mom frowned, "Who said he doesn’t love you?" "Well, he never tells me, "I complained." He never tells me either," she said, smiling. " But look how hard he works to take care of us, to buy us food and clothes, and to pay for this house. That's how your father tells us he loves us. "
I nodded slowly. I understood in my head, but not in my heart. l still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me. Dad owned and operated a small scrap (片) metal business, and after school I often hung around while he worked. Dad handled scrap steel into a device that chopped it as cleanly as a butcher chops a rack of ribs. The machine looked like a giant pair of scissors, with blades thicker than my father's body. If he didn’t feed those terrifying blades just right, he risked serious injury. "Why don' t you hire someone to do that for you?" Mom asked Dad one night as she bent over him and rubbed his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment. "Why don’t you hire a cook?" Dad asked, giving her one of his rare smiles.
Many years later, during my first daily visit, after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me. l walked over, hugged him and said, "I love you, Dad." From then on I did this every morning. My father never told me how he felt about my hugs, and there was never any expression on his face when I gave them.
【小题1】What would be the best title for the passage?

After Mom died, I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work. He was frail（衰弱） and moved slowly, but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed（挤榨的） orange juice on the kitchen table for me, along with an unsigned note reading, “Drink your juice.” Such a gesture（表示）, I knew, was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love. In fact, I remember, as a kid I had questioned Mom “Why doesn’t Dad love me?” Mom frowned（皱眉）, “Who said he doesn’t love you?”“Well, he never tells me,” I complained. He never tells me either,” she said, smiling. “But look how hard he works to take care of us, to buy us food and clothes, and to pay for this house. That’s how your father tells us he loves us.”
I nodded slowly. I understood in my head, but not in my heart. I still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me. Dad owned and operated a small scrap（小片） metal business, and after school I often hung around while he worked. Dad handfed scrap steel into a device（装置） that chopped （切）it as cleanly as a butcher（屠夫） chops a rack of ribs（肋骨）. The machine looked like a giant pair of scissors（剪刀）, with blades（刃） thicker than my father’s body. If he didn’t feed those terrifying blades just right, he risked serious injury. “Why don’t you hire someone to do that for you?” Mom asked Dad one night as she bent over him and rubbed（搓） his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment（涂剂）. “Why don’t you hire a cook?” Dad asked , giving her one of his rare smiles.
Many years later, during my first daily visit, after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me, I walked over, hugged him and said, “I love you, Dad.” From then on I did this every morning. My father never told me how he felt about my hugs, and there was never any expression on his face when I gave them.
【小题1】What would be the best title for the passage?
A I just couldn’t understand my father      B My father never loved me
C Silent fatherly love      D My hard-working father
【小题2】The author’s father always prepared a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for him because ______.
A that was the author’s favorite      B he was sure the author would be thirsty
C the author was always complaining      D that was a gesture of love
【小题3】The author’s father didn’t hire a helper because ______.
A his job was too dangerous      B his job required high skills
C he wanted to save money      D he was not good at communicating with others
【小题4】We may infer from the passage that ______.
A the author’s father lacked a sense of humor
B the author quite understood his father as time went on
C the author’s father didn’t love him very much
D the author’s father was too strict with him

It was a cool October evening. Excitement and family members __1__ the hall. I was only a 7-year-old girl, but I was the center of __2__. Finally, after weeks of preparation, I would show off all my hard work in a dance of performance. Everything would be __3__ —so I thought. I waited backstage all dressed up in my black tights with a golden belt. In a loud and clear voice, the master of ceremonies __4__ that my class was next.

My dance class was doing a routine on wooden boxes two feet by two feet, facing the __5__. All I had to do in the next move was put one foot on the box next to mine and keep my other foot on my box. It really was an __6__ move. I was concentrating so much __7__ the huge smile on my face and holding my head up that I did not look where I was going. I missed my partner’s box altogether and __8__. There I was standing on the stage floor when my classmates were on top of their boxes. I could hear giggles (咯咯笑) coming from the audience, and I felt the __9__ rush to my face. I remembered my dance teacher had told us, “If you make a mistake, keep smiling so the audience will not __10__.”I did my best to follow her __11__ as I continued with the routine.

When the curtain dropped, so did my __12__ for the evening. I __13__ bitterly, tasting the salt from the tears that streamed down my face. I ran backstage, but no one could __14__ me down.

Recently I realized I had been a star that night. I was __15__, but I fought the urge to run off the stage. Instead, I finished the routine with a smile on my face. Now when friends and family laugh about the time I slipped during a dance performance, I can laugh too.

1.A. filled              B. visited               C. attended        D. decorated

2.A. pressure     B. impression            C. debate          D. attention

3.A. reasonable   B. suitable       C. obvious       D. perfect

4.A. suggested           B. explained       C. announced      D. predicted

5.A. music                     B. audience             C. curtain         D. stage

6.A. easy                B. active                C. adventurous     D. extra

7. A. containing          B. hiding               C. sharing       D. keeping

8.A. wandered                  B. slipped         C. waved        D. skipped

9. A. blood                     B. pleasure        C. pride         D. tear

10.A. leave                     B. cheer         C. believe         D. notice

11.A. gesture             B. example              C. advice          D. plan

12.A. doubts                   B. hopes          C. voice          D. patience

13.A. argued                   B. shouted       C. begged             D. sobbed

14.A. turn                     B. calm         C. let             D. put

15.A. satisfied          B. moved               C. embarrassed           D. confused

   It was a cool October evening. Excitement and family members （36） the hall. I was only a 7-year-old girl, but I was the center of  (37) . Finally, after weeks of preparation, I would  (38)  all my hard work in a dance of performance. Everything would be (39) —so I thought. I waited backstage all  (40 )  in my black tights with a golden belt. In a loud and clear voice, the master of ceremonies (41) that my class was next.

My dance class was doing a routine on wooden boxes two feet by two feet, facing the (42). All I had to do in the next move was to put one foot on the box next to mine and keep my other foot on my box. It really was an  (43) move. I was concentrating so much  (44) the huge smile on my face and holding my head up that I did not look  (45) I was going. I missed my partner’s box altogether and  (46) .There I was standing on the stage floor when my classmates were on top of their boxes. I could hear giggles(咯咯笑) coming from the audience, and I felt the  (47) rush to my face. I remembered my dance teacher had told us, “If you make a mistake, keep smiling so the audience will not (48) .I did my best to follow her  (49) as I continued with the routine.

When the curtain dropped, so did my  (50) for the evening. I (51) bitterly, tasting the salt from the tears that streamed down my face. I ran backstage, but no one could  (52) me down.

Recently I realized I had been a  (53) that night. I was  (54) but I fought the urge to run off the stage. (55) I finished the routine with a smile on my face. Now when friends and family laugh about the time I slipped during a dance performance, I can laugh too.