She was really too busy at the time,        she would have come to help with the dinner.

A．but    B．though      C．however   D．or

Sometimes life makes more sense when you look at it in reverse (相反). That's certainly been true for me.

Last Christmas, at 39, I caught a disease which attacked my knees and eyes. At its worst I could hardly walk or see. For months I' d have to crawl (爬) across the floor to use the bathroom or get a drink of water when my husband wasn't home. For a while I could only see shapes and colors so I couldn't drive.

My parents kept begging me to let them come out to stay with me in Los Angeles, but our apartment is small and I knew there was nothing they could really do to help me. For the excellent health insurance my husband had through his job, I was receiving the best medical care possible.

My only problem was that I couldn't drive to my doctors' appointments and I didn't want my husband to keep missing work to drive me. Three days after I explained this to my parents, a check came from them with a note saying this was "taxi money". Several months later another check showed up from my brother to help make up our income since I wasn't able to work. It probably goes without saying that I was extremely grateful to have family members who could and would support me during the hard time.

In terms of my day-to-day existence, I live in a village within Los Angeles called Brentwood so I was able to walk to the local post office, market, bank, and library. But once there, I had to depend on the kindness of strangers to help me. Los Angeles is a big city, but I lived in a village with a wonderful community (社区) of people who were kind and patient.

Slowly I became well. Life was good again and I thought I had a clear understanding of the blessings (恩惠) this illness has provided.

When the author's husband was at home, he __________.

A. was still busy working

B. often had a good rest

C. often helped her a lot

D. taught her to drive a car

Why did the author not want her husband to drive her to her doctors' appointments?

A. Her husband didn't drive well.

B. Her husband was too busy.

C. She didn't want to affect his work.

D. Her doctor was far away from her.

What is the fourth paragraph mainly about?

A. The help that the author received from her family members.

B. The influence of the author's disease on her family.

C. The author's thanks to her family members.

D. The way the author saw her doctors.

What did the author feel about Brentwood?

A. She thought it was small but convenient.

B. She felt it was hard to live there.

C. She thought it was small and strange.

D. She felt warm and comfortable there.

Sometimes life makes more sense when you look at it in reverse (相反). That's certainly been true for me.
Last Christmas, at 39, I caught a disease which attacked my knees and eyes. At its worst I could hardly walk or see. For months I' d have to crawl (爬) across the floor to use the bathroom or get a drink of water when my husband wasn't home. For a while I could only see shapes and colors so I couldn't drive.
My parents kept begging me to let them come out to stay with me in Los Angeles, but our apartment is small and I knew there was nothing they could really do to help me. For the excellent health insurance my husband had through his job, I was receiving the best medical care possible.
My only problem was that I couldn't drive to my doctors' appointments and I didn't want my husband to keep missing work to drive me. Three days after I explained this to my parents, a check came from them with a note saying this was "taxi money". Several months later another check showed up from my brother to help make up our income since I wasn't able to work. It probably goes without saying that I was extremely grateful to have family members who could and would support me during the hard time.
In terms of my day-to-day existence, I live in a village within Los Angeles called Brentwood so I was able to walk to the local post office, market, bank, and library. But once there, I had to depend on the kindness of strangers to help me. Los Angeles is a big city, but I lived in a village with a wonderful community (社区) of people who were kind and patient.
Slowly I became well. Life was good again and I thought I had a clear understanding of the blessings (恩惠) this illness has provided.
【小题1】When the author's husband was at home, he __________.

Sometimes life makes more sense when you look at it in reverse (相反). That's certainly been true for me.

Last Christmas, at 39, I caught a disease which attacked my knees and eyes. At its worst I could hardly walk or see. For months I' d have to crawl (爬) across the floor to use the bathroom or get a drink of water when my husband wasn't home. For a while I could only see shapes and colors so I couldn't drive.

My parents kept begging me to let them come out to stay with me in Los Angeles, but our apartment is small and I knew there was nothing they could really do to help me. For the excellent health insurance my husband had through his job, I was receiving the best medical care possible.

My only problem was that I couldn't drive to my doctors' appointments and I didn't want my husband to keep missing work to drive me. Three days after I explained this to my parents, a check came from them with a note saying this was "taxi money". Several months later another check showed up from my brother to help make up our income since I wasn't able to work. It probably goes without saying that I was extremely grateful to have family members who could and would support me during the hard time.

In terms of my day-to-day existence, I live in a village within Los Angeles called Brentwood so I was able to walk to the local post office, market, bank, and library. But once there, I had to depend on the kindness of strangers to help me. Los Angeles is a big city, but I lived in a village with a wonderful community (社区) of people who were kind and patient.

Slowly I became well. Life was good again and I thought I had a clear understanding of the blessings (恩惠) this illness has provided.

1.When the author's husband was at home, he __________.

2.Why did the author not want her husband to drive her to her doctors' appointments?

3.What is the fourth paragraph mainly about?

4.What did the author feel about Brentwood?

Sometimes life makes more sense when you look at it in reverse (相反). That's certainly been true for me.
Last Christmas, at 39, I caught a disease which attacked my knees and eyes. At its worst I could hardly walk or see. For months I' d have to crawl (爬) across the floor to use the bathroom or get a drink of water when my husband wasn't home. For a while I could only see shapes and colors so I couldn't drive.
My parents kept begging me to let them come out to stay with me in Los Angeles, but our apartment is small and I knew there was nothing they could really do to help me. For the excellent health insurance my husband had through his job, I was receiving the best medical care possible.
My only problem was that I couldn't drive to my doctors' appointments and I didn't want my husband to keep missing work to drive me. Three days after I explained this to my parents, a check came from them with a note saying this was "taxi money". Several months later another check showed up from my brother to help make up our income since I wasn't able to work. It probably goes without saying that I was extremely grateful to have family members who could and would support me during the hard time.
In terms of my day-to-day existence, I live in a village within Los Angeles called Brentwood so I was able to walk to the local post office, market, bank, and library. But once there, I had to depend on the kindness of strangers to help me. Los Angeles is a big city, but I lived in a village with a wonderful community (社区) of people who were kind and patient.
Slowly I became well. Life was good again and I thought I had a clear understanding of the blessings (恩惠) this illness has provided.

1. 1.

   When the author's husband was at home, he __________.

   1. A.
      was still busy working
   2. B.
      often had a good rest
   3. C.
      often helped her a lot
   4. D.
      taught her to drive a car
2. 2.

   Why did the author not want her husband to drive her to her doctors' appointments?

   1. A.
      Her husband didn't drive well.
   2. B.
      Her husband was too busy.
   3. C.
      She didn't want to affect his work.
   4. D.
      Her doctor was far away from her.
3. 3.

   What is the fourth paragraph mainly about?

   1. A.
      The help that the author received from her family members.
   2. B.
      The influence of the author's disease on her family.
   3. C.
      The author's thanks to her family members.
   4. D.
      The way the author saw her doctors.
4. 4.

   What did the author feel about Brentwood?

   1. A.
      She thought it was small but convenient.
   2. B.
      She felt it was hard to live there.
   3. C.
      She thought it was small and strange.
   4. D.
      She felt warm and comfortable there.

I tried not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His social worker assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee. He was short, a little fat with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Down’s Syndrome (唐氏综合症). I thought most of my customers would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.

I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his fat little finger, and within a month my regular truck customers had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot(吉祥物). After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished.

Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home.

That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work. He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a heart surgery. His social worker said that people with Down’s Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.

A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine. Frannie, the head waitress, did a little dance when she heard the good news. Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at her and asked, "OK, Frannie, what was that all about?"

"We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay."

"I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?"

Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: "Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK," she said. "But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is." Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables.

After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I cleared off that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting after they left, and I found this was folded and put under a coffee cup."

She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed "Something For Stevie".

That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work. His social worker said he had been counting the days until the doctor said he could work. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work, met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.

I led them toward a large corner booth. I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, and dinner plates, all sitting slightly bent on dozens of folded paper napkins.

"First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess," I said.

Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had "Something for Stevie" printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table. Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed on it.

I turned to his mother. "There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. "Happy Thanksgiving !"

Well, it got really noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well. But you know what's funny?

While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table.

55. Which of the following is true about Stevie?   

A. Stevie worked on a bus selling bus fare. 

B. Stevie was a mentally healthy boy.

C. Stevie was bad-tempered because he suffered Down’s Syndrome.               

D. Stevie wiped tables and mopped floors in a restaurant.

56. According to the story, which of the following sentences is true?

A. Stevie made customers uncomfortable.    B. Stevie usually cleaned the table too early

C. Stevie often spilled coffee out of cups.    D. Stevie couldn’t fix his attention on his work.

57. By saying the underlined sentence in Para. 3, the author meant that the money she paid Stevie ________.

A. could help Stevie out of the money trouble. 

B. couldn’t thoroughly solve Stevie’s problem.

C. could make a great difference to Stevie’s life.

D. couldn’t send Stevie to a group home.

58. Why did Frannie sigh after she got word that Stevie would be OK ?

A. She was worried about Stevie’s finance problem.

B. She was worried about Stevie’s health.

C. She was worried that the owner would fire Stevie.

D. She was worried that no one would help Stevie.

59. Why did the author ask Stevie to clean up the mess on the table after he returned?

A. It was Stevie’s duty to clean the table.

B. The table was so dirty that it needed cleaning.

C. Stevie would find the money that was given to him.

D. She wanted to congratulate Stevie on his coming back.

60. Stevie was popular among the staff and customers in the restaurant because of ______.

A. his special appearance.           B. his hard work and optimism.

C. his funny speeches and actions.    D. his kind-hearted behaviours.

Today I spent my first Father's Day as a father. My wife worked hard to make the day special and it started when she made me a nice breakfast. Then we spent the morning at church and then went out for a nice lunch at a place where I'd been longing to go for a while. The afternoon was spent at the pool eating ice cream and cookie cake.

I've become a dad, so what does Father's Day mean to me now? Well, I guess the day is really about appreciating my dad. I'd say the last 10 months saw all the hard work my parents did for my son. They have to work even harder now as my son Sawyer is moving around and getting into everything.

I've always appreciated the hard work my dad did, though I seldom talked about it. I come from many generations of blue-collar workers and three generations of workers of Ford Motor Company. My dad spent more than thirty years working at Ford and is still working for a city water department. I recall he would sometimes work seven days a week and sometimes until midnight. He seems to enjoy working with his hands and is good at cars and fixing things. I'm not nearly as good at cars as my dad. I spent one night working a midnight shift at an M&M factory and decided never to do it again.

Growing up I didn't have to worry about whether I'd have food to eat and now I still call my dad whenever my car makes a funny sound. Some of my sweetest memories are wrestling with my dad, and driving with him in his truck to Grandpa's with the windows down.

Thanks for working hard all those years and taking care of us, Dad.

54. What is Paragraph 1 mainly about?

A. Why the author likes celebrating Father's Day.

B. What the author's wife wanted him to do on Father's Day.

C. How the author should have celebrated Father's Day.　

D. How the author spent his first Father's Day as a father.　

55. We can infer from Paragraph 2 that ________.

A. the author is too busy to look after his son

B. the author's parents help look after his little son

C. the author doesn't know what Father's Day really means　

D. the author doesn't think looking after his son is a hard job

56. In Paragraph 3, the author mainly wants to tell us that ________.

A. He had a very difficult childhood

B. His dad is really good at repairing cars

C. His dad really deserves his appreciation

D. His dad should have changed his job

57. When the author was young, he ________.

A. was interested in fixing cars

B. felt the happiest at his grandpa's

C. sometimes suffered from hunger

D. had some great time with his father

I was walking down the road one day when my cellphone rang. I heard a little girl on the other end 36  ,“Dad, please come back soon. I miss you so much!” Because I just have a little 37 , I knew it was a wrong number. So I rudely 38 “you’ve dialed the wrong number!”and then 39 .

During the following days, I got the same call 40 .But I didn’t care much about it.

Then one day she continually called me, 41  I didn’t answer. In the end, I answered the phone and heard a torpid(有气无力的) voice, “ Dad, please come back. I miss you so much! Dad , I m 42 so much pain! Mom said you were too busy to take 43  of me. But, Dad ,please 44  me again, OK?” The kind of 45  was difficult to reject. I made a loud kiss on the phone and heard the 46  voice say, “Thank you … Dad , I am so … happy… ”

Shortly after this, I became 47  about who had been on the other end of my phone. So I called back, and a woman answered, “Sorry, sir. I am really sorry to have 48  you. My daughter has suffered from bone cancer 49   she was born. And her father … died in a(n) 50  last week. I 51  not tell her the news. Poor  baby. When she couldn’t 52  the painful chemotherapy(化疗), she would cry for her dad, who had always 53  her. I really couldn’t bear it, so I gave her a random(任意的)phone number …”

     “How is your daughter now?” I couldn’t 54  to ask.

     “She has 55 . You must have kissed her on the phone, because she went with a smile,” she said, “and I am glad that she gets rid of the pain and stays with her father forever.”

     I couldn’t keep my tears back.

1.A .shout                 B. cry         C. scream            D. call.

2. A .money               B. time        C. son              D. daughter

3. A .replied               B. returned        C. announced        D. questioned

4. A .hung on        B. held on          C. held up      D. hung up

5.A .from then on     B. now and then   C. more or less      D. for the moment

6.A .even if               B. as if         C. in case         D. now that

7.A .of                 B. on              C. in           D. at

8.A .charge                B. control      C. notice        D. care

9.A .hug                     B. kiss       C. love           D. see

10. A .demand              B. command        C. request      D. action.

11.A .sweet                  B. deep         C. loud          D. weak

12.A .curious               B. interested         C. content            D. amazed

13.A .confused            B. bothered           C. displeased   D. sought

14. A .until                    B. when        C. while         D. since

15.A .matter                 B. event        C. accident      D. affair

16.A .must                   B. dare        C. need           D. should

17.A .tolerate               B. undertake        C. calm                 D. master

18.A .encouraged        B. persuaded          C. excited     D. delighted

19.A .stop                    B. help         C. wait          D. keep

20.A .recovered           B. missed         C. lost             D. gone

I try not to be biased（偏见）but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His social worker assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee. He was short, a little fat, with the smooth facial features and thick-togued speech of Down’s Syndrome（唐氏综合症）. I thought most of my customers would be uncomfortable around Stevie, so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.
I shouldn’t have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my regular trucker customers had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot. After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished.
Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home.
That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work. He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a heart surgery. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often had heart problems at an early age and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.
A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine. Frannie, my head waitress, did a little dance when she heard the good news. Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at her and asked, “Okay, Frannie, what was that all about?”
"We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay."
"I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?"
Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: "Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK," she said. "But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is."
Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables.
After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand.
"What's up?" I asked.
“I cleared off that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting after they left, and I found this. This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup."
She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed "Something For Stevie".
That was three months ago. Today is New Year’s day , the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work. His placement worker said he had been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, I arranged to have his mother bring him to work, met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back. I took him and his mother by their arms. “To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me.”
I led them toward a large corner booth. I could feel and hear truck customers and the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups and dinner plates, all sitting slightly on dozens of folded paper napkins.
"First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess," I said.
Stevie looked at me, and then pulled out one of the napkins. It had "Something for Stevie" printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table. Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed on it.
I turned to his mother. “There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. Happy Thanksgiving!”
While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table.
【小题1】Why did the author have doubts about hiring Stevie?