Mike Smith is a six-year-old boy. His father bas a shop in the centre of a small town. He 1 some food in his shop. He's friendly to the buyers and the food in his shop is 2 . So people like to buy something there. And he's very 3 all the time.　　It was Mr Smith's forty-first birthday yesterday. His wife decided to 4 some fish for her husband. As he couldn't leave his shop and she had to 5 in the kitchen, she thought her son could help her. So she told Mike to go to 6 some fish. Before the boy went out, she said, “Your dad likes fish alive, you know. Don't 7 the dead fish home.”

　　“But how can I tell the living fish from the dead ones?”

　　“That's easy,my son, “said the woman. “Put the fish into the water and watch carefully. The living fish can 8 , but the dead ones can't. “

　　“OK. Mummy,” the boy said and left. He went outside the town and saw 9 farmers catching fish in a pool （池塘）. He put a fish into the pool, and the fish soon went down under the water. He was 10 and shouted, “Please sell the fish to me, sir!”

It is so cold on that dark winter day in 1942. But it is no different from any other day in this Nazi concentration camp (纳粹集中营). I am    1   dead, living on from day to day, from hour to hour,    2   I was taken from my home and brought here with tens of thousands of other Jews (犹太人). Will I still be    3   tomorrow?

I walk back and forth (来回) next to the barbed wire fence (带刺的铁丝网), trying to keep my body    4   . I am hungry. I have been hungry for long. Each day, as more of us disappear, the happy    5    seems like a dream, and I sink deeper and deeper into hopelessness.

Suddenly, I notice a young girl walking past    6   the other side of the fence. She stops and looks at me with sad eyes that seem to say she cannot understand why I am here. I want to look away, but I cannot move my eyes away from hers. Then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a red apple. Oh, how long has it been since I saw    7   ! She looks round carefully and then with a smile quickly throws the apple over the fence. I run to pick it up, holding it in my shaking (颤抖)    8    fingers. In my world of death this apple is a sign of life, of love. I looked up in time to see the girl disappearing.

The next day I cannot help myself－I am    9   at the same time to that place near the fence. And again she comes and brings me an apple. For seven months we meet like this. One day I hear terrible news: We’re being shipped to another camp.

The next day when I greet her, my heart is    10   and I can hardly speak as I say what must be said: “Don’t bring me an apple tomorrow.” I tell her, “I am being sent to another camp.” Turning before I lose all my control (控制), I run away from the fence. I cannot    11   to look back.

And then one day the war has ended. Few of us who are still alive are freed. I have    12    everything, but I still have the memory of this girl.

1. A. almost              B. mostly              C. probably           D. quite

2. A. long before       B. soon after         C. even though      D. ever since

3. A. out                   B. alive                 C. free                  D. hungry

4. A. healthy             B. strong              C. warm              D. comfortable

5. A. past                 B. future               C. moment            D. present

6. A. by                    B. on                    C. to                    D. from

7. A. it                     B. this                  C. one                  D. that

8. A. frozen              B. dirty                 C. little                 D. painful

9. A. pushed             B. taken               C. drawn              D. driven

10. A. beating           B. hurting             C. sinking             D. breaking

11. A. imagine           B. bear                 C. stop                 D. expect

12. A. forgotten               B. left                   C. missed             D. lost