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6．Like many new graduates，I left university full of hope for the future but with no real idea of what I wanted to do．My degree，with honors，in English literature had not really prepared me for anything practical．I knew I wanted to make a difference in the world somehow，but I had no idea how to do that．That's when I learned about the Lighthouse Project．
I started my journey as a Lighthouse Project volunteer by reading as much as I could about the experiences of previous volunteers．I knew it would be a lot of hard work，and that I would be away from my family and friends for a very long time．In short，I did not take my decision to apply for the Lighthouse Project lightly．Neither did my family．
Eventually，however，I won the support of my family，and I sent in all the paperwork needed for the application．After countless interviews and presentations，I managed to stand out among the candidates and survive the test alone．Several months later，I finally received a call asking me to report for the duty．I would be going to a small village near Abuja，Nigeria．Where？What？Nigeria？I had no idea．But I was about to find out．
After completing my training，I was sent to the village that was small and desperately in need of proper accommodation．Though the local villagers were poor，they offered their homes，hearts，and food as if I were their own family．I was asked to lead a small team of local people in building a new schoolhouse．For the next year or so，I taught in that same schoolhouse．But I sometimes think I learned more from my students than they did from me．
Sometime during that period，I realized that all those things that had seemed so strange or unusual to me no longer did，though I did not get anywhere with the local language，and returned to the United States a different man．The Lighthouse Project had changed my life forever．

36．What do we know about the authorA？
A．His university education focused on the theoretical knowledge．
B．His dream at university was to become a volunteer．
C．He took pride in having contributed to the world．
D．He felt honored to study English literature．
37．According to the Project Lighthouse，it is likely that the authorA
A．Discussed his decision with his family．
B．Asked previous volunteers about voluntary work
C．Attended special training to perform difficult tasks
D．Felt sad about having to leave his family and friends
38．In his application for the volunteer job，the authorD．
A．Participated in many discussions
B．Went through challenging survival tests
C．Wrote quite a few paper on voluntary work
D．Faced strong competition from other candidates
39．On arrival at the village，the author wasC．
A．Asked to lead a farming team
B．Sent to teach in schoolhouse
C．Received warmly by local villagers
D．Arranged to live in a separate house．
40．What can we infer from the author's experiences in NigeriaA？
A．He found some difficulty adapting to the local culture
B．He had learned to communicate in the local language．
C．He had overcome all his weakness before he left for home．
D．He was chosen as the most respectable teacher by his students．

5．It was a hot summer day that found me running down the street with a dollar in my sweaty hand．The closer I got to Sam & Joe's Stationery Store，the more excited I was．After all，a dollar was a tidy sum for an 11-year-old boy in 1961．
Out of breath，I swung open the door and got a blast of cold air that instantly cooled me off．I was in a place of pure happiness．Sam & Joe's had it all一books，candy，toys，baseball cards，puzzles and games．Iwent directly to the bar and ordered a bottle of soda．There I sat，considering my next move．
Books always came first．I picked out five titles．Next came the candy，rows and rows of it．I chose ive candy bars，which brought my total to 25cents．Then a bottle of cold orange juice，a bag of chips and a pack of Ted Williams baseball cards．After paying the clerk，I still had 5cents．
I hurried directly to my backyard，where an apple tree patiently waited for me．There，sitting in the shade against its strong trunk，I read my books，ate my candy and drank my orange juice．
As I sat in my own personal heaven，I started thinking about having more．That's when a fantastic life-changing idea popped into head：If I could get more money，I could buy more books l liked，buy anything I wanted．That's how it all started．

56．How did the boy fell on his way to Sam & Joe's？（no more than 5words）
He felt excited．
57．What does"a tidy sum"mean in Paragraph 1？（no more than 5words）Much/A lot of money．
58．What did the boy consider doing first after he ordered soda？（no more than 5words）He considered buying books．
59．What did the boy do while reading？（no more than 5words）He ate and drank．
60．Where was the boy's"personal heaven"？（no more than 9words）It was under the apple tree in the backyard．

4．In 2004，when my daughter Becky was ten，she and my husband，Joe，were united in their desire for a dog．As for me，I shared none of their canine lust．
But why，they pleaded．"Because I don't have time to take care of a dog．"But we'll do it．"Really？You're going to walk the dog？Feed the dog？Bathe the dog？"Yes，yes and yes．"I don't believe you．"We will．We promise．
They didn't．From day two （everyone wanted to walk the cute puppy that first day），neither thought to walk the dog．While I was slow to accept that I would be the one to keep track of her shots，to schedule her vet appointments，to feed and clean her，Misty knew this on day one．As she looked up at the three new humans in her life （small，medium，and large），she calculated，"The medium one is the sucker in the pack．"
Quickly，she and I developed something very similar to a Vulcan mind meld（心灵融合）．She'd look at me with those sad brown eyes of hers，beam her need，and then wait，trusting I would understand---which，strangely，I almost always did．In no time，she became my fifth appendage（附肢），snoring on my stomach as I watched television．
Even so，part of me continued to resent walking duty．Joe and Becky had promised．Not fair，I'd balk（不心甘情愿地做） silently as she and I walked．"Not fair，"I'd loudly remind anyone within earshot upon our return home．
Then one day---January 1，2007，to be exact---my husband's doctor uttered an unthinkable word：leukemia （白血病）．With that，I spent eight to ten hours a day with Joe in the hospital，doing anything and everything I could to ease his discomfort．During those six months of hospitalizations，Becky，12at that time，adjusted to other adults being in the house when she returned from school．My work colleagues adjusted to my taking off at a moment's notice for medical emergencies．Every part of my life changed； no part of my old routine remained．
Save one：Misty still needed walking．At the beginning，when friends offered to take her through her paces，I declined because I knew they had their own households to deal with．
As the months went by，I began to realize that I actually wanted to walk Misty．The walk in the morning before I headed to the hospital was a quiet，peaceful time to gather my thoughts or to just be before the day's medical drama unfolded．The evening walk was a time to shake off the day's upsets and let the worry tracks in my head go to white noise．
When serious illness visits your household，it's not just your daily routine and your assumptions about the future that are no longer familiar．Pretty much everyone you know acts differently．
Not Misty．Take her for a walk，and she had no interest in Joe's blood or bone marrow test results．On the street or in the park，she had only one thing on her mind：squirrels!She was so joyful that even on the worst days，she could make me smile．On a daily basis，she reminded me that life goes on．
After Joe died in 2009，Misty slept on his pillow．
I'm grateful---to a point．The truth is，after years of balking，I've come to enjoy my walks with Misty．As I watch her chase a squirrel，throwing her whole being into the here-and-now of an exercise that has never once ended in victory，she reminded me，too，that no matter how harsh the present or unpredictable the future，there's almost always some measure of joy to be extracted from the moment．

55．Why didn't the writer agree to raise a dog at the beginning of the story？B．
A．She was afraid the dog would get the family into trouble．
B．It would be her business to take care of the dog．
C．Her husband and daughter were united as one．
D．She didn't want to spoil her daughter．
56．Which of the following is the closestin meaning to"The medium one is the sucker in the pack．"D．
A．"The middle-aged person loves me most．"
B．"The medium-sized woman is the hostess．"
C．"The man in the middle is the one who has the final say．"
D．"The woman is the kind and trustworthy one in the family．"
57．It can be inferred from Paragraph 3thatA．
A．Misty was quite clever
B．Misty could solve math problems
C．the write was a slow learner
D．no one walked Misty the first day
58．The story came to its turning point whenB．
A．Joe died in 2009
B．Joe fell ill in 2007
C．the writer began to walk the dog
D．the dog tried to please the writer
59．Why did the writer continue to walk Misty while Joe was in hospital？C
A．Misty couldn't live without her．
B．Her friends didn't offer any help．
C．The walk provided her with spiritual comfort．
D．She didn't want Misty to be others'companion．
60．What is the message the writer wants to convey in the passage？C
A．One should learn to enjoy hard times．
B．A disaster can change everything in life．
C．Moments of joy suggest that there is still hope ahead．
D．People will change their attitude toward you when you are in difficulty..

3．阅读短文，并按照题目要求用英语回答问题．
Six days a week，up and down the red hills of northeast Georgia，my grandfather brought the mail to the folks there．At age 68，he retired from the post office，but he never stopped serving the community．
On his 80th birthday，I sent him a letter，noting the things we all should be thankful for-good health，good friends and good outcomes．By most measurements he was a happy man．Then I suggested it was time for him to slow down．At long last，in a comfortable home，with a generous pension，he should learn to take things easy．
"Thank you for your nice words，"he wrote in his letter back，"and I know what you meant，but slowing down scares me．Life isn't having it made； it's getting it made．"
"The finest and happiest years of our lives were not when all the debts were paid，and all difficult experiences had passed，and we had settled into a comfortable home．No．I go back years ago，when we lived in a three-room house，when we got up before daylight and worked till after dark to make ends meet．I rarely had more than four hours of sleep．But what I still can't figure out is why I never got tired，never felt better in my life．I guess the answer is，we were fighting for survival，protecting and providing for those we loved．What matters are not the great moments，but the partial victories，the waiting，and even the defeats．It's the journey，not the arrival，that counts．"
The letter ended with a personal request："Boy，on my next birthday，just tell me to wake up and get going，because I will have one less year to do things-and there are ten million things waiting to be done．"
Christina Rossetti，an English poet，once said："Does the road wind uphill all the way？Yes，to the very end．"Today，at 96，my grandfather is still on that long road，climbing．

56．What was the author's grandfather before he retired？（no more than 5words）He was a postman．Or：He worked in a post-office．
57．What did the author advise his grandfather to do in his letter？（no more than 10words）He advised him to slow down （and take things easy）．
/He advised he/his grandfather （should） slow down．
58．What is the grandfather's view on life according to his letter back？（no more than 10words）The process is more important than the result．
Or：A man should not slow down however old he is．
Or：Life isn't having it made； it's getting it made．/It's the journey，not the arrivalthatcounts．
59．How do you understand the underlined sentence in the last paragraph？（no more than 10words）My/His/The grandfather is still busy doing meaningful things．
Or：The grandfather is still living an active life．
Or：The grandfather is still involved in whatever he can do．
60．Do you agree with the grandfather's view on life？Give reasons in your own words，（no more than 20words）Yes．One should always be full of passion in his life no matter how old he is．
Or：People should make full use of their time to do something meaningful
No．It is more sensible for people to slow down and enjoy an easy life in their old age．
Or：Slowing down contributes to better health and longer life for people in old age．

2．Some years ago，writing in my diary used to be a usual activity．I would return from school and spend the expected half hour recording the day's events，feelings，and impressions in my little blue diary．I did not really need to express my emotions by way of words，but I gained a certain satisfaction from seeing my experiences forever recorded on paper．After all，isn't accumulating memories a way of preserving the past？
　　When I was thirteen years old，I went on a long journey on foot in a great valley，well-equipped with pens，a diary，and a camera．During the trip，I was busy recording every incident，name and place I came across．I felt proud to be spending my time productively，dutifully preserving for future generations a detailed description of my travels．On my last night there，I wandered out of my tent，diary in hand．The sky was clear and lit by the glare of the moon，and the walls of the valley looked threatening behind their screen of shadows．I automatically took out my pen…．
　　At that point，I understood that nothing I wrote could ever match or replace the few seconds I allowed myself to experience the dramatic beauty of the valley．All I remembered of the previous few days were the dull characterizations I had set down in my diary．
　　Now，I only write in my diary when I need to write down a special thought or feeling．I still love to record ideas and quotations that strike me in books，or observations that are particularly meaningful．I take pictures，but not very often-only of objects I find really beautiful．I'm no longer blindly satisfied with having something to remember when I grow old．I realize that life will simply pass me by if I stay behind the camera，busy preserving the present so as to live it in the future．
　　I don't want to wake up one day and have nothing but a pile of pictures and notes．Maybe I won't have as many exact representations of people and places； maybe I'll forget certain facts，but at least the experiences will always remain inside me．I don't live to make memories-I just live，and the memories form themselves．
51．Before the age of thirteen，the author regarded keeping a diary as a way ofD
A．observing her school routine　　
B．expressing her satisfaction
C．impressing her classmates　　
D．preserving her history
52．What caused a change in the author's understanding of keeping a diary？B
A．A dull night on the journey．
B．The beauty of the great valley．
C．A striking quotation from a book．
D．Her concerns for future generations．
53．What does the author put in her diary now？B
A．Notes and beautiful pictures．
B．Special thoughts and feelings．
C．Detailed accounts of daily activities．
D．Descriptions of unforgettable events．
54．The author comes to realize that to live a meaningful life isA
A．to experience it　　
B．to live the present in the future
C．to make memories　　
D．to give accurate representations of it．

1．A city child's summer is spent in the street in front of his home，and all through the long summer vacations I sat on the edge of the street and watched enviously the other boys on the block play baseball．I was never asked to take part even when one team had a member missing-not out of special cruelty，but because they took it for granted I would be no good at it．They were right，of course．
I would never forget the wonderful evening when something changed．The baseball ended about eight or eight thirty when it grew dark．Then it was the custom of the boys to retire to a little stoop（门廊） that stuck out from the candy store on the corner and that somehow had become theirs．No grownup ever sat there or attempted to．There the boys would sit，mostly talking about the games played during the day and of the game to be played tomorrow．Then long silences would fall and the boys would wander off one by one．It was just after one of those long silences that my life as an outsider changed．I can no longer remember which boy it was that summer evening who broke the silence with a question：but whoever he was，I nod to him gratefully now．"What's in those books you're always reading？"he asked casually．"Stories，"I answered．"What kind？"asked somebody else without much interest．
Nor do I know what drove me to behave as I did，for usually I just sat there in silence，glad enough to be allowed to reain among them； but instead of answering his question，I told them for two hours the story I was reading at the moment．The book was Sister Carrie．They listened bug-eyed and breathless．I must have told it well，but I think there was another and deeper reason that made them to keep an audience．Listening to a tale being told in the dark is one of the most ancient of man's entertainments，but I was offering them as well，without being aware of doing it，a new and exciting experience．
The books they themselves read were the Rover Boys or Tom Swift or G．A．Henty．I had read them too，but at thirteen I had long since left them behind．Since I was much alone I had become an enthusiastic reader and I had gone through the books-for-boys series．In those days there was no reading material between children's and grownups'books or I could find none．I had gone right from Tome Swift and His Flying Machine to Theodore Dreiser and Sister Carrie．Dreiser had hit my young mind，and they listened to me tell the story with some of the wonder that I had had in reading it．
The next night and many nights thereafter，a kind of unspoken ritual （仪式） took place．As it grew dark，I would take my place in the center of the stoop and begin the evening's tale．Some nights，in order to taste my victory more completely，I cheated．I would stop at the most exciting part of a story by Jack London or Bret Harte，and without warning tell them that that was as far as I had gone in the book and it would have to be continued the following evening．It was not true，of course； but I had to make certain of my new-found power and position．I enjoyed the long summer evenings until school began in the fall．Other words of mine have been listened to by larger and more fashionable audiences，but for that tough and athletic one that sat close on the stoop outside the candy store，I have an unreasoning love that will last forever．

55．Watching the boys playing baseball，the writer must have feltA．
A．bitter and lonely                            B．special and different
C．pleased and excited                         D．disturbed and annoyed
56．The writer feels grateful even now to the boy who asked the question because the boyD．
A．invited him to join in their game
B．liked the book that he was reading
C．broke the long silence of that summer evening
D．offered him an opportunity that changed his life
57．According to Paragraph 3，story-telling was popular among the boys basically becauseB．
A．the story was from a children's book
B．listening to tales was an age-old practice
C．the boys had few entertainments after dark
D．the boys didn't read books by themselves
58．The boys were attracted to Sister Carrie becauseC．
A．it was written by Theodore Dreiser
B．it was specifically targeted at boys
C．it gave them a deeper feeling of pleasure
D．it talked about the wonders of the world
59．Sometimes the writer stopped at the most exciting part of a story toB．
A．play a mean trick on the boys
B．experience more joy of achievement
C．add his own imagination to the story
D．help the boys understand the story better
60．What is the message conveyed in the story？A．
A．One can find his position in life in his own way．
B．Friendship is built upon respect for each other．
C．Reading is more important than playing games．
D．Adult habits are developed from childhood．

3．Old-fashioned phones matter when wireless networks ________ in disasters．（　　）

2．Just ________ a minute while I go for a pen to write down your phone number．（　　）

1．Clever marketing and hard work ________--the company's profit hit a million dollars．（　　）

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