Once an old man was walking in a street with his horsE．It was raining harD．The old man felt cold because he was walking in the rain. He wanted to stay in a restaurant. It was a quarter past three in the afternoon, The old man got to a small restaurant. There were a lot of people in it. The old man couldn't come near the firE．He thought harD．At last he said to the waiter, “Take some fish to my horsE．”The waiter and the people were very surpriseD．The waiter said, “ A horse doesn't eat fish. ”The old man told the waiter, “This horse is very interestinG．It can sing, dance and do all kinds of things. It can eat fish, too. ”So the waiter brought the horse some fish.

　　All the people in the restaurant ran ont to see the horse eat fish but the old man. Now the old man sat beside the firE．After a moment the waiter came back and said, “Your horse didn't eat any fish. ”The old man said, “All right, take the fish back and put it on the tablE．I'll eat it.”

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A．it was a cloudy and windy day

B．it snowed

C．he walked in the heavy rain

D．be was hungry

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A．they wanted to see the old man

B．they wanted to see the horse eat fish

C．they knew there was a beautiful horse

D．there was no fire over the stove（火炉）

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A．walk, speak or eat

B．sing, dance or sleep

C．sing, dance or eat fish

D．speak, walk or sit

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A．to see the horse eat fish;the waiter

B．to watch the horse play games;the waiter

C．to look for the horse;the old man

D．to see the horse eat fish;the old man

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A．his horse liked eating fish

B．he wanted to show his horse to other people

C．he wanted to sit by the fire

D．he himself also liked to eat fish

Four years ago my sweet mom went to be with her Lord. She did it her way.
I got the call at work, and I headed home quickly. Mom and Dad lived on a small farm that they had owned since I was seven. I hated going there every weekend. There was nothing for a young girl to do but watch the one station on the old TV set, if the weather allowed reception（接收）.
My mom, on the other hand, loved the peace and quiet of the land and loved to work in the garden among her flowers and vegetables. The place was simple, with no indoor plumbing or heat. We had a big wood stove in the kitchen that did its best to heat the little farmhouse, but it always seemed cold and too quiet to me.
In the evenings, my mom and I would sit for hours singing in the little kitchen. I sang the melody and Mom harmonized. Her favorite song was "Moon River" and we sang it over and over. Mom told me stories about how when I was a little girl, I could sing before I could talk. She loved to tell how my playpen（婴儿圈栏）sat in the kitchen next to the radio and there was one song I particularly loved called "Ivory Tower".
As time passed, I had my own children and went to visit the farm every week or two. The kids loved the farm and the tractor rides with my dad. Me, well, I still hated the silence of the farm. While my mom loved to sit at her kitchen table and look out at her garden and flowers and retell all the old stories, I missed the hustle and bustle（喧闹）of my life at home. But I sat there listening quietly as she reminisced.
Now, I sat back in the silence and the silence was deafening so I finally leaned over to turn on an old radio. Music always comforted me.
My heart skipped a beat. "Moon River" was playing on the radio. I sat there stunned, with a tear running down my cheek, as I listened to every familiar note.
Then the radio announcer of this oldie station came on. "Here's one we haven't heard in a while," and an unfamiliar song began. I began to cry harder as I heard the words sung over the airwaves. “Come down, come down from your Ivory Tower...”.
【小题1】The writer didn’t like staying in the farm for the following reasons EXCEPT that
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