---_______ they stop to have a rest?

   ---No, let them go on.

   A. Will                               B. Would                   C. Shall                      D. Should

---_______ they stop to have a rest?

---No, let them go on.

Parents should stop blaming themselves because there’s not a lot they can do about it. I mean the teenager problem. Whatever you do or however you choose to deal with it, at certain times a wonderful, reasonable and helpful child will turn into a terrible animal.
I’ve seen friends deal with it in all kinds of different ways. One strict mother insisted that her son, right from a child, should stand up whenever anyone entered the room, open doors and shake hands like a gentleman. I saw him last week when I called round. Sprawling himself (懒散地躺) on the sofa in full length, he made no attempt to turn off the loud TV he was watching as I walked in, and his greeting was no more than a quick glance at me. His mother was ashamed. “I don't know what to do with him these days,” she said. “He’s forgotten all the manners we taught him.”
He hasn’t forgotten them. He’s just decided that he’s not going to use them. She confessed (坦白) that she would like to come up behind him and throw him down from the sofa onto the floor.
Another good friend of mine let her two daughters climb all over the furniture, reach across the table, stare at me and say, “I don’t like your dress; it’s ugly.” One of the daughters has recently been driven out of school. The other has left home.
“Where did we go wrong?” her parents are now very sad. Probably nowhere much. At least, no more than the rest of that unfortunate race, parents.
【小题1】This text is most probably written by ______.

第二节：阅读下面短文，第76至80题表述了下列五人各自在对待家庭或家人（邻居）方面的问题，他们需要你的帮助。请从所给的六个选项（A、B、C、D、E和F）中选出符合各自表达需求的最佳选项，并答在答题卷上。选项中有一项是多余选项。

76.      

My husband and I are young parents (He’s 25 and I’m 23). He has a job that he loves and I am a stay-at-home mom and I love it. We are the proud parents of our three children, and plan to have more. We’ve got a lot of comment, even from strangers, which is very upsetting to us. Any advice not to let people speak ill of us behind our backs?

77.      

       My wife has two grandchildren whom she seldom gets to see. Her daughter married, and the new husband is trying to keep the kids away from our family, only allowing them to stay with his family. Is there any other way to deal with this problem other than sue（控诉）for grandparents’ right?

78.      

       My 20-year-old daughter is very pretty, but always gets treated better by men than “average” people. Once she was getting gas and another customer (male of course) bought it for her. I told her it was wrong to take advantage of her good looks, but she said if men wanted to do things for her because of her beauty, she would let them do it. What do you think?

79.      

       What do you do with a neighbor who doesn’t care about her yard? She leaves useless things outside, doesn’t ever paint the house and her lawn is always in an untidy state. The rest of us work hard to have homes that are attractive to the community. This person’s neglect is bringing down our property values.

80.      

       My husband is patient, lovable and caring. He packs my lunch each day with a handwritten lovely note, mows the lawn, etc. But when he packs my lunch, he uses a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and then throws it on the floor. It’ll stay there forever. But I’m not his mother. How can I get him to clean up after himself?

A. If you like, throw a lawyer into the middle of a family conflict—and prepare for war. I highly recommend giving peace a chance. What you are describing here is a serious disagreement between your wife and her daughter that is blamed on the husband. Your wife and daughter need a good heart-to-heart communication with no kids or husbands around.

B. The mother has an additional influence on her sons: she not only gives them clues to what they will find attractive in a mate, but also affects how they feel about women in general. So if she is warm and nice, her sons are going to think that’s the way women are. They will likely become warm-hearted and also be cooperative around the house.

C. There are so many possible reasons for your neighbour’s neglect. Perhaps she is a millionaire; maybe she’s physically unable to do the work and can’t afford to pay someone to do it; perhaps she likes her home the way it is. I’m afraid the best you and your neighbours can do is go to her, share your feelings of worry about what effect she’s having on your properties and you may not like this! Offer to clean up her yard.

D. You don’t need to show that your choice are reasonable to anyone, especially to rude people .If you’re lovable and responsible parents, next time you get a comment on your family, laugh it off and tell them, “I was born to love babies.” If a stranger pipes up with an unsolicited（未经同意的）opinion, say dryly , “How kind of you to be concerned about my family .Excuse me.” And move on.

E. Controlling is cruel and taking advantage of one’s appearance is ugly. If she cares about maintaining her beauty and her self-respect, she needs to stop taking things for free from men. Remind her that nothing in life is free.

F. You want help? Most women would love to have your husband. How about this? While your husband is packing your lunch, composing handwritten lovely notes and mowing the lawn, why don’t you pick up the newspapers, wipe the floor and then leave him a note telling him what a treasure he is. On behalf of women everywhere, embrace this man!  

第二节：阅读下面短文，第76至80题表述了下列五人各自在对待家庭或家人（邻居）方面的问题，他们需要你的帮助。请从所给的六个选项（A、B、C、D、E和F）中选出符合各自表达需求的最佳选项，并答在答题卷上。选项中有一项是多余选项。
76.      
My husband and I are young parents (He’s 25 and I’m 23). He has a job that he loves and I am a stay-at-home mom and I love it. We are the proud parents of our three children, and plan to have more. We’ve got a lot of comment, even from strangers, which is very upsetting to us. Any advice not to let people speak ill of us behind our backs?
77.      
My wife has two grandchildren whom she seldom gets to see. Her daughter married, and the new husband is trying to keep the kids away from our family, only allowing them to stay with his family. Is there any other way to deal with this problem other than sue（控诉）for grandparents’ right?
78.      
My 20-year-old daughter is very pretty, but always gets treated better by men than “average” people. Once she was getting gas and another customer (male of course) bought it for her. I told her it was wrong to take advantage of her good looks, but she said if men wanted to do things for her because of her beauty, she would let them do it. What do you think?
79.      
What do you do with a neighbor who doesn’t care about her yard? She leaves useless things outside, doesn’t ever paint the house and her lawn is always in an untidy state. The rest of us work hard to have homes that are attractive to the community. This person’s neglect is bringing down our property values.
80.      
My husband is patient, lovable and caring. He packs my lunch each day with a handwritten lovely note, mows the lawn, etc. But when he packs my lunch, he uses a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and then throws it on the floor. It’ll stay there forever. But I’m not his mother. How can I get him to clean up after himself?
A. If you like, throw a lawyer into the middle of a family conflict—and prepare for war. I highly recommend giving peace a chance. What you are describing here is a serious disagreement between your wife and her daughter that is blamed on the husband. Your wife and daughter need a good heart-to-heart communication with no kids or husbands around.
B. The mother has an additional influence on her sons: she not only gives them clues to what they will find attractive in a mate, but also affects how they feel about women in general. So if she is warm and nice, her sons are going to think that’s the way women are. They will likely become warm-hearted and also be cooperative around the house.
C. There are so many possible reasons for your neighbour’s neglect. Perhaps she is a millionaire; maybe she’s physically unable to do the work and can’t afford to pay someone to do it; perhaps she likes her home the way it is. I’m afraid the best you and your neighbours can do is go to her, share your feelings of worry about what effect she’s having on your properties and you may not like this! Offer to clean up her yard.
D. You don’t need to show that your choice are reasonable to anyone, especially to rude people .If you’re lovable and responsible parents, next time you get a comment on your family, laugh it off and tell them, “I was born to love babies.” If a stranger pipes up with an unsolicited（未经同意的）opinion, say dryly , “How kind of you to be concerned about my family .Excuse me.” And move on.
E. Controlling is cruel and taking advantage of one’s appearance is ugly. If she cares about maintaining her beauty and her self-respect, she needs to stop taking things for free from men. Remind her that nothing in life is free.
F. You want help? Most women would love to have your husband. How about this? While your husband is packing your lunch, composing handwritten lovely notes and mowing the lawn, why don’t you pick up the newspapers, wipe the floor and then leave him a note telling him what a treasure he is. On behalf of women everywhere, embrace this man!  

Though I have traveled in hundreds of trains, few unusual things have ever happened to me. But one day in a train something did happen. I do not mean that I was hurt: no one was hurt.
I do my work in a hot country far away from England. Every September I go there to do my business, and every July I come back to England to have a rest. So every September I go to Paris and take a train from the great French city to Mendova, and at Mendova I catch my ship.
There is one very fast train from Paris to Mendova, and it suits me well. It goes as far as Endoran, but it stops at Mendova for a few minutes to let travelers get out or in. It is called The Flying Bluebird. It reaches Mendova at seven minutes past nine in the morning, and it is never late.
A ship leaves Mendova at half past eleven, and so you will understand that The Flying Bluebird suits me very well. I always travel by it, and I have nearly two and a half hours at Mendova to go from the station to the ship. That is more than enough time.
Well, one September night, I took my place in The Flying Bluebird as usual. The train leaves Paris at nine o’clock every night, and I was in my place soon after half past eight. There were three or four people there with me, but very soon a lot of others got into the train. When no more people could sit down, they began to stand up near us and also in the corridor（走廊）. In a short time the corridor was full too, and it was impossible for any more travelers to get into the train.
I could see a lot of other people outside the corridor windows, but they could not get in, and the train left Paris without them. The man sitting next to me started to ask all kinds of questions: “Where do you work? How long does it take you to get there? Are you married? How many children do you have? How much money do they pay you every year? How much do you have in the bank? How much do you spend every month?”
He asked questions for about twenty minutes but I did not give him any clear answers, and at last he stopped and began to read the paper.
I usually sleep quite well in the train, but this time I slept only a little. There were too many people, and there were too many things: small bags, large bags, coats, hats, boxes, newspapers and food. As usual, we got angry about the window. Most people wanted it shut, and two of us wanted it open. But that always happens. It was shut all night, as usual.
When I awoke in the early morning I felt hot and dirty, and glad that the journey was reaching its end. At seven minutes past nine The Flying Bluebird stopped. We were at Mendova, and I stood up thankfully. I took my two suitcases, held one in each hand, and tried to move towards the door into the corridor. In order to get out of the train, I had to pass down the corridor to the door at the far end. There was no other way out.
I could not even into the corridor. There was a suitcase on the floor by my feet, and three men were standing in my way. I felt a touch of fear. I had to get out, you see; I had to catch my ship, which left at half past eleven. And the train did not stop again until it reached Endoran, two hundred miles away.
“I must get out!” I cried. Everyone there understood me, but no one could move.
At last I was able to put one foot over the suitcase on the floor, and I nearly reached the door into the corridor. But then, very slowly, the train began to move. It was taking me away!
“Stop!” I cried. “I want to get out!” But no one outside the train could hear me, and the people inside did not care much. The train moved a little faster. What could I do? I was not even in the corridor.
Fear made me think quickly. In front of my eyes, just, above the door, was a notice that told everyone how to stop the train. I had to pull an iron thing near the notice. I did not waste time. I pulled it.
Well, a noise started above our heads. That was to show everyone that there was something wrong. It was not a small sound. Possibly the men in my ship two miles away could hear it. Then the train stopped.
No one likes to stop a train if there is no need. But I had to catch my ship. That was the only thought in my mind: to get out and catch my ship.
【小题1】The purpose of the author writing the first paragraph is to __________.

Though I have traveled in hundreds of trains, few unusual things have ever happened to me. But one day in a train something did happen. I do not mean that I was hurt: no one was hurt.

I do my work in a hot country far away from England. Every September I go there to do my business, and every July I come back to England to have a rest. So every September I go to Paris and take a train from the great French city to Mendova, and at Mendova I catch my ship.

There is one very fast train from Paris to Mendova, and it suits me well. It goes as far as Endoran, but it stops at Mendova for a few minutes to let travelers get out or in. It is called The Flying Bluebird. It reaches Mendova at seven minutes past nine in the morning, and it is never late.

A ship leaves Mendova at half past eleven, and so you will understand that The Flying Bluebird suits me very well. I always travel by it, and I have nearly two and a half hours at Mendova to go from the station to the ship. That is more than enough time.

Well, one September night, I took my place in The Flying Bluebird as usual. The train leaves Paris at nine o’clock every night, and I was in my place soon after half past eight. There were three or four people there with me, but very soon a lot of others got into the train. When no more people could sit down, they began to stand up near us and also in the corridor（走廊）. In a short time the corridor was full too, and it was impossible for any more travelers to get into the train.

I could see a lot of other people outside the corridor windows, but they could not get in, and the train left Paris without them. The man sitting next to me started to ask all kinds of questions: “Where do you work? How long does it take you to get there? Are you married? How many children do you have? How much money do they pay you every year? How much do you have in the bank? How much do you spend every month?”

He asked questions for about twenty minutes but I did not give him any clear answers, and at last he stopped and began to read the paper.

I usually sleep quite well in the train, but this time I slept only a little. There were too many people, and there were too many things: small bags, large bags, coats, hats, boxes, newspapers and food. As usual, we got angry about the window. Most people wanted it shut, and two of us wanted it open. But that always happens. It was shut all night, as usual.

When I awoke in the early morning I felt hot and dirty, and glad that the journey was reaching its end. At seven minutes past nine The Flying Bluebird stopped. We were at Mendova, and I stood up thankfully. I took my two suitcases, held one in each hand, and tried to move towards the door into the corridor. In order to get out of the train, I had to pass down the corridor to the door at the far end. There was no other way out.

I could not even into the corridor. There was a suitcase on the floor by my feet, and three men were standing in my way. I felt a touch of fear. I had to get out, you see; I had to catch my ship, which left at half past eleven. And the train did not stop again until it reached Endoran, two hundred miles away.

“I must get out!” I cried. Everyone there understood me, but no one could move.

At last I was able to put one foot over the suitcase on the floor, and I nearly reached the door into the corridor. But then, very slowly, the train began to move. It was taking me away!

“Stop!” I cried. “I want to get out!” But no one outside the train could hear me, and the people inside did not care much. The train moved a little faster. What could I do? I was not even in the corridor.

Fear made me think quickly. In front of my eyes, just, above the door, was a notice that told everyone how to stop the train. I had to pull an iron thing near the notice. I did not waste time. I pulled it.

Well, a noise started above our heads. That was to show everyone that there was something wrong. It was not a small sound. Possibly the men in my ship two miles away could hear it. Then the train stopped.

No one likes to stop a train if there is no need. But I had to catch my ship. That was the only thought in my mind: to get out and catch my ship.

1.The purpose of the author writing the first paragraph is to __________.

2.What do we know about the author and the man sitting next to him?

3.On this journey on The Flying Bluebird, the author felt uncomfortable because ___________.

4.It can be learned from Para. 10 that the author was afraid that ____________.

5.The noise in the underlined sentence “a noise started above our heads”（Para.15）was made by __________.

6.What would be the best title for the text?

Though I have traveled in hundreds of trains, few unusual things have ever happened to me. But one day in a train something did happen. I do not mean that I was hurt: no one was hurt.

I do my work in a hot country far away from England. Every September I go there to do my business, and every July I come back to England to have a rest. So every September I go to Paris and take a train from the great French city to Mendova, and at Mendova I catch my ship.

There is one very fast train from Paris to Mendova, and it suits me well. It goes as far as Endoran, but it stops at Mendova for a few minutes to let travelers get out or in. It is called The Flying Bluebird. It reaches Mendova at seven minutes past nine in the morning, and it is never late.

A ship leaves Mendova at half past eleven, and so you will understand that The Flying Bluebird suits me very well. I always travel by it, and I have nearly two and a half hours at Mendova to go from the station to the ship. That is more than enough time.

Well, one September night, I took my place in The Flying Bluebird as usual. The train leaves Paris at nine o’clock every night, and I was in my place soon after half past eight. There were three or four people there with me, but very soon a lot of others got into the train. When no more people could sit down, they began to stand up near us and also in the corridor（走廊）. In a short time the corridor was full too, and it was impossible for any more travelers to get into the train.

I could see a lot of other people outside the corridor windows, but they could not get in, and the train left Paris without them. The man sitting next to me started to ask all kinds of questions: “Where do you work? How long does it take you to get there? Are you married? How many children do you have? How much money do they pay you every year? How much do you have in the bank? How much do you spend every month?”

He asked questions for about twenty minutes but I did not give him any clear answers, and at last he stopped and began to read the paper.

I usually sleep quite well in the train, but this time I slept only a little. There were too many people, and there were too many things: small bags, large bags, coats, hats, boxes, newspapers and food. As usual, we got angry about the window. Most people wanted it shut, and two of us wanted it open. But that always happens. It was shut all night, as usual.

When I awoke in the early morning I felt hot and dirty, and glad that the journey was reaching its end. At seven minutes past nine The Flying Bluebird stopped. We were at Mendova, and I stood up thankfully. I took my two suitcases, held one in each hand, and tried to move towards the door into the corridor. In order to get out of the train, I had to pass down the corridor to the door at the far end. There was no other way out.

I could not even into the corridor. There was a suitcase on the floor by my feet, and three men were standing in my way. I felt a touch of fear. I had to get out, you see; I had to catch my ship, which left at half past eleven. And the train did not stop again until it reached Endoran, two hundred miles away.

“I must get out!” I cried. Everyone there understood me, but no one could move.

At last I was able to put one foot over the suitcase on the floor, and I nearly reached the door into the corridor. But then, very slowly, the train began to move. It was taking me away!

“Stop!” I cried. “I want to get out!” But no one outside the train could hear me, and the people inside did not care much. The train moved a little faster. What could I do? I was not even in the corridor.

Fear made me think quickly. In front of my eyes, just, above the door, was a notice that told everyone how to stop the train. I had to pull an iron thing near the notice. I did not waste time. I pulled it.

Well, a noise started above our heads. That was to show everyone that there was something wrong. It was not a small sound. Possibly the men in my ship two miles away could hear it. Then the train stopped.

No one likes to stop a train if there is no need. But I had to catch my ship. That was the only thought in my mind: to get out and catch my ship.

1.The purpose of the author writing the first paragraph is to __________.

2.What do we know about the author and the man sitting next to him?

3.On this journey on The Flying Bluebird, the author felt uncomfortable because ___________.

4.It can be learned from Para. 10 that the author was afraid that ____________.

5.The noise in the underlined sentence “a noise started above our heads”（Para.15）was made by __________.

6.What would be the best title for the text?