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Last night I was driving from Harrisburg to Lewisburg, a 36 of about eighty miles. It was late and I was in a hurry. However, if anyone asked me how fast I was 37 ,I’d say I was not over-speeding. Several times I got 38 behind a slow-moving truck on a narrow road, and I was holding my fists tightly with 39 .

At one point along an open highway, I 40 a crossroad with a traffic light. I was alone on the road by now, but as I 41 the light, it turned red and I braked to a stop. I looked left, right and behind me. Nothing. Not a car, no suggestion of headlights, but there I sat, waiting for the light to 42 , the only human being for at least a mile in any 43 .

I started 44 why I refused to run the light. I was not afraid of being 45 , because there was obviously no policeman around, and there certainly would have been no 46 in going through it.

Much later that night, after I 47 a group of my friends in Lewisburg and climbed into bed near midnight, the question of why I’d stopped for that light 48 me, I think I stopped because it’s part of a contract(合同) we all have with each other. It’s not only the 49 , but it’s an arrangement we have, and we trust each other to 50 it: we don’t go through red lights. Like most of us, I’m more likely to be 51 from doing something bad by the social convention that 52 it than by any law against it.

It’s amazing that we ever 53 each other to do the right thing, isn’t it? And we do, too, Trust is our 54 preference.

I was so 55 of myself for stopping for the red light that night.

A. flight B. distance C. road D. length

A. thinking B. driving C. complaining D. running

A. stopped B. changed C. stuck D. lost

A. horror B. strength C. understanding D. impatience

A. ran off B. came to C. passed by D. left behind

A. passed B. watched C. approached D. found

A. stop B. change C. turn D. die

A. way B. side C. city D. direction

A. wondering B. suspecting C. struggling D. regretting

A. abused B. fined C. injured D. killed

A. danger B. sign C. time D. record

A. met with B. got over C. got rid of D. called back

A. turned out to B. came back to C. referred to D. occurred to

A. virtue B. suggestion C. law D. order

A. honor B. solve C. break D. judge

A. stopped B. protected C. rejected D. frightened

A. speaks of B. stands by C. takes in D. disapproves of

A. suspect B. trust C. teach D. care

A. only B. first C. lucky D. living

A. sorry B. doubtful C. sure D. proud

Last night I was driving from Harrisburg to Lewisburg，distance of about eighty miles. It was late. Several times I got stuck behind a slow-moving truck on a narrow road with a solid white line on my left, and I became increasingly impatient.
At one point along an open road, I came to a crossing with a traffic light. I was alone on the road by now, but as I drove near the light, it turned red and I made a stop. I looked left, right and behind me. Nothing. Not a car, no suggestion of car lamps, but there I sat, waiting for the light to change, the only human being for at least a mile in any direction.
I started wondering why I refused to run the light I was not afraid of being caught, because there was clearly no policeman around, and there certainly would have been no danger in going through it.
Much later that night, the question of why I'd stopped for that light came back to me. I think I
stopped because it's part of a contract(契约)we all have with each other. It's not only the law, but it is an agreement we have, and we trust each other to honor it: we don't go through red lights.
Trust is our first inclination(倾向).Doubting others does not seem to be natural to us. The whole construction of our society depends on mutual(相互)trust, not distrust. We do what we say we'll do; we show up when we say we'll show up; and we pay when we say we'll pay. We trust each other in these matters, and we're angry or disappointed with the person or organization that breaks the trust we have in them.
I was so proud of myself for stopping for the red light that night.
【小题1】Why did the author get impatient while driving?

A．He was lonely on the road.

B．He was slowed down by a truck.

C．He got tired of driving too long.

D．He came across too many traffic lights.

【小题2】What was the author's immediate action when the traffic light turned red?

A．Stopping still.

B．Driving through it.

C．Looking around for other cars.

D．Checking out for traffic police.

【小题3】The event made the author strongly believe that __________.

A．traffic rules may be unnecessary

B．doubting others is human nature

C．patience is important to drivers

D．a society needs mutual trust

【小题4】Why was the author proud of himself?

A．He kept his promise.

B．He held back his anger.

C．He followed his inclination.

D．He made a right decision.

(B)
Sixty-year-old grandmother, Fiona McFee, is going to stop working next year and she decided to realize a childhood dream and sail around the coast of Scotland in a small boat. Although the inside of the boat is very cosy it has no running water or electricity. Fiona says she can live without these things but she plans to take her small CD player, her hot water bottle and a bag of books to make sure life isn’t too uncomfortable.
We asked her if she was afraid of being at sea for so long. She said, “Well, I’m going to take a good compass (指南针). Anyway I’m not afraid of death because I love the sea---I just hope it loves me.” Fiona certainly has plenty of energy; in her spare time, she enjoys playing the piano, rock-climbing, canoeing and dancing. Although she is sixty, she doesn’t want to have a quiet and peaceful life. “I’m looking forward to having fun in the rest of my life and that’s exactly why I’d like to be a sailor for a while.”
【小题1】The underlined word cosy in the first paragraph means ____ .

【小题2】When Fiona McFee said “---I just hope it loves me.” What she meant was ____

A．Of course , it loves me , since I love it .

B．If I love it , it should love me.

C．I hope it will bring me a safe sailing as a return for my love of it .

D．I hope it will save my life when I am in time of danger .

【小题3】 The reason why she would like to have the sail is that ____.

A．she thinks it will be very exciting

B．she likes sports and enjoys canoeing

C．she has decided to realize a childhood dream

D．she wants to be still active when she gets old

【小题4】What kind of person would you say the old woman is ?

A．Someone who does not show what she is feeling .

B．Someone who is very proud and sure of her success .

C．Someone who doesn’t use her head much .

D．Someone who is open , honest and brave .

【小题5】The best title for this passage is ____ .

A．Life Begins at Sixty	B．A Round Coast Sail
C．An Old Woman Sailor	D．An Unusual Hobby(爱好)

Dear Guys,

I’d like to talk to you about the shame you subjected me to last night. Let me first refresh your memory: You, a group of fit, young men, were playing soccer on the field across from my apartment building. I, a better-than-average looking young woman, was walking along the sidewalk with my groceries. That’s when your ball came flying over the fence and landed in front of me.

One of you approached and asked politely if I would throw the ball back to you. Fighting the urge to drop my bags and run screaming down the street, I reluctantly (勉强地) agreed.

Before I continue, let me explain something that I didn’t have a chance to mention last night: I hate sports. More specifically, I hate sports involving balls. This results from my lack of natural ability when it comes to throwing, catching and hitting. I’m bad at aiming too. So you can understand why I’d be nervous at what I’m sure seemed to you like a laughably simple request.

However, wanting to appear agreeable, I put my bags down, picked up the ball and, eyes half-shut, threw it as hard as I could.

It hit the middle of the fence and bounced back to me.

Trying to act casually, I said something about being out of practice, then picked up the ball again. If you’ll remember, at your command, I agreed to try throwing underhand. While outwardly I was smiling, in my head, I was praying, Oh God, oh please oh please oh please. I threw the ball upward with all my strength, terrified by what happened next.

The ball hit slightly higher up on the fence and bounced back to me.

This is the point where I start to take issue with you. Wouldn’t it have been a better use of your time, and mine, if you had just walked around the fence and took the ball then? I was clearly struggling; my smiles were more and more forced. And yet, you all just stood there, motionless.

Seeing that you weren’t going to let me out of the trouble, I became desperate. Memories of middle school softball came flooding back. I tried hard to throw the ball but it only went about eight feet, then I decided to pick it up and dash with ball in hand towards the baseline, while annoyed thirteen-year-old boys screamed at me that I was ruining their lives. Children are cruel.

Being a big girl now, I pushed those memories aside and picked up the soccer ball for the third time. I forced a good-natured laugh while crying inside as you patiently shouted words of support over the fence at me.

“Throw it granny-style!” one of you said.

“Just back up a little and give it all you’ve got!” another offered.

And, most embarrassing of all, “You can do it!”

I know you thought you were being encouraging, but it only served to deepen the shame.

Anyway, I accepted your ball-throwing advice, backed up, rocked back and forth a little, took a deep breath and let it fly.

It hit the edge of the fence and bounced back to me.

I surprised myself-and I’m sure you as well-by letting out a cry, “DAMN IT!!!” I then willed myself to have a heart attack and pass out in front of you just so I’d be put out of my misery.

Alas, the heart attack didn’t happen, and you continued to look at me expectantly, like you were content to do this all night. I had become a sort of exhibition for you. I could feel your collective thoughts drifting through the chain-link: “Can she really not do it? But I mean, really?”

Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t really game to continue your experiment. Three failed attempts at a simple task in front of a group of people in a two-minute period was just enough blow for me for one night. I picked up the ball one last time, approached the fence and grumbled, “Please just come get the damn ball.”

And you did. And thanks to you, I decided at that very moment to never throw anything ever again, except disrespectful glances at people who play sports.

Sincerely, Jen Cordery

1.The writer agreed to throw the ball because ______.

A. she needed to have a relax carrying the heavy groceries

B. she wanted to refresh her childhood memories

C. she could not refuse the polite request from the young man

D. she had fallen in love with the young man at first sight

2.Why did the writer mention her middle school memory?

A. To explain why she failed the attempts to throw the ball back.

B. To complain that she had not mastered the ball throwing skills.

C. To show how cruel those 13-year-old boys were.

D. To express her dislike towards softball.

3.What the boys said before the writer’s third attempt actually made the writer _______.

A. inspired B. encouraged C. embarrassed D. depressed

4.What happened to the ball at last?

A. The writer managed to throw the ball back.

B. The boy got the ball back by himself.

C. The writer threw the ball away out of anger.

D. The boys got angry and left without the ball.