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　　A man who knows how to write a personal letter has a very powerful tool．A letter can be enjoyed, read and 　　1　　．It can set up a warm conversation between two people far apart(远离的); it can keep a 　　2　　 with very little effort．

　　I will give 　　3　　．A few years ago my older brother and I were not getting 　　4　　 We had been close as 　　5　　 but had grown apart．Our meetings were not 　　6　　; our conversation was filled with arguments and quarrels; and every effort to clear the air seemed to only 　　7　　 our misunderstanding．Then he 　　8　　 a small island in the Caribbean and we 　　9　　touch．One day he wrote me a letter．He describeb his island and its people, told me what he was doing, said how he felt, and encouraged me to 　　10　　．Rereading the letter, I was 　　11　　 by its humor(幽默)and clever expressions, These were all qualities for which I had 　　12　　 respected my order brother but 　　13　　 he no longer had them．I had never known he could write so 　　14　　．And with that one letter we became friends 　　15　　．

　　It might never have occurred to 　　16　　 to write me if he had not been in a place where there were no 　　17　　, For him, writing was a necessity, It also turned out to be the best way for us to get back in touch．Because we live in an age of 　　18　　 communication(通讯), people often 　　19　　 that they don’t always have to phone or email．They have a 　　20　　．And that is to write．

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　　I stopped to watch my little girl busy playing in her room．In one hand was a plastic 　　1　　; in the other a toy broom．I listened as she was speaking to her make-believe little friend and I’ll never forget the words she said, even 　　2　　 it was a pretense．

　　She said, “Suzie’s in the corner because she’s not been very 　　3　　．She didn’t listen to a 　　4　　 I said or do the things she should．” In the corner I saw her baby doll all dressed in lace and pink．It was 　　5　　 she’d been put there to sit alone and 　　6　　．

　　My daughter 　　7　　 her “conversation”, as I sat down on the floor．She said, “I’m all fed up．I just don’t know what to do with her any more．She cries whenever I have to work and wants to play games, too．She never 　　8　　 me do the things that I just have to do．

　　She tries to help me with the dishes, but her arms just cannot 　　9　　．And she doesn’t know 　　10　　 to fold towels．I don’t have the 　　11　　 to teach．I have a lot of work to do and a big house to keep clean．I don’t have the time to sit and play－　　12　　 what I mean?”

　　And that day I thought a lot about making some 　　13　　 in my life, as I listened to her 　　14　　 words that cut me like a knife．I hadn’t been paying enough attention to what I hold most 　　15　　．I’d been caught up in responsibilities that increased throughout the year．

　　But now my 　　16　　 has changed, because, in my heart, I realize that I’ve seen the world in a different 　　17　　 through my little darling’s eyes．So, let the cobwebs(蜘蛛网)　　18　　 the corners and the dust bunny rabbit rule the floor．I’m not going to worry about keeping up with them 　　19　　．

　　I’m going to fill the house with 　　20　　 of a child and her mother, for we are granted only one childhood, and we will never get another．

阅读下面的短文，从短文后各题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中，选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项。

　　The school was across the street from our home and I would often watch the kids as they played during the break．She seemed so small as she pushed her way 　　1　　 the crowd of boys on the playground．She 　　2　　 from them all．

　　I began to notice her at other times, basketball in hand, playing 　　3　　 ．She would practice dribbling(运球)and shooting over and over again, sometimes until 　　4　　．One day I asked her 　　5　　 she practiced so much．She looked 　　6　　 in my eyes and without a moment of hesitation she said, "I want to go to college．The only way I can 　　7　　 is that if I get a scholarship, I am going to play college basketball．I want to be 　　8　　．My Daddy told me if the dream is big enough, the facts don't count．"

　　Well, I had to give it in to her－ she was 　　9　　 ．One day in her senior year, I saw her sitting in the grass, head 　　10　　　in her arms．I walked toward her and quietly asked what was 　　11　　．"Oh, nothing, " came a soft reply．"I'm just too short．" The coach told her that at her height she would probably 　　12　　 get to play for a top ranked team, 　　13　　 offered a scholarship．So she 　　14　　 stop dreaming about college．

　　She was 　　15　　 and I sensed her disappointment．I asked her if she had talked to her dad about it yet．She told me that her father said those coaches were wrong．They just didn't 　　16　　 the power of a dream．He told her 　　17　　 she really wanted to play for a good college, if she truly wanted a scholarship, 　　18　　 could stop her except one thing－ her own attitude．He told her again, " if the dream is big enough, the facts don't count．"

　　The next year, as she and her team went to the Northern California Championship game, she was seen by a college recruiter(招聘人员)．She was indeed offered a 　　19　　．She was going to get the college education that she had 　　20　　 and worked toward for all those years．

阅读下面的短文，从短文后各题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中，选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项。

　　While getting ready for school today, my 16-year-old daughter came into my room to give me a big hug and kiss．I asked her, “What do you want?” She said, “　　1　　 Mum, you always tell us to have a good day 　　2　　 we leave the house, but I was 　　3　　 about who tells you to have a good day and lets you know how much you are 　　4　　．”

　　I am so 　　5　　 by the capacity of love and understanding that 　　6　　 my children．My 15－year－old son asked me last night if there was a(n) 　　7　　 for him to get a summer job this year in order to help us to pay our bills．　　8　　, in our area, he must be 16．

　　　　9　　 of my children depend on me so much because I am a 　　10　　 parent, but just when I pay the 　　11　　 that I will not be able to provide for them, they come up with ways to 　　12　　．I completely understand that I will 　　13　　 have to find a way to pay the bills as I do not want my children to take up anything．But for now the 　　14　　 that they have stepped up and 　　15　　 to help without anyone asking touches me．

　　When my daughter was two, I remember rushing to get to 　　16　　, getting to the front door and asking her to 　　17　　and come．Then she appeared at the door with a bag that she was holding open．I said, “We don't have 　　18　　 for this．” She stopped me and said, “Fill it with love, Mum．” I 　　19　　 to my knees and hugged her and then kissed her．From then 　　20　　 she would bring the bag and I would bring the love to the door before we left for school and work．

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　　I never knew how well Mother could keep a trust until I was going through her things after she died．I discovered something I had 　　1　　 forgotten, something that happened to as a child．

　　One night, as I lay in bed 　　2　　 my sisters and I had said our prayers, I recalled the events of the day and how 　　3　　 I behaved toward Mother．“I must make things right before going to sleep,” I thought．

　　Quietly I 　　4　　 out of bed and picked up pencil and paper from the dresser, then tiptoed into the hall．The 　　5　　 from the living room shone dimly．I knew Mother was downstairs mending socks．

　　I quickly 　　6　　 a note asking Mother to forgive me for being so 　　7　　．I didn't want my brothers and sisters to know my 　　8　　, so I added a postscript：“Please don't let anyone see this．” Then I quietly moved 　　9　　 my parents' bedroom and put the letter under Mother's pillow．

　　The next morning, when I 　　10　　 my bed after breakfast．I unexpectedly found a 　　11　　 note under my pillow．Mother wrote that she loved me and 　　12　　 me．

　　This became my 　　13　　 of apologizing whenever I talked back or disobeyed．Mother always left a return note, but she never 　　14　　 our under-the-pillow messages in front of the family．Even when we were 　　15　　, she never mentioned them when we brothers and sisters recalled our childhood．

　　When mother 　　16　　, I had to go through her personal belongings．In her desk was a bundle of notes tied with a faded ribbon．On top was a message in her handwriting．It read , “In the event of my death, please 　　17　　 these．”

　　I 　　18　　 the packet and glanced at the handwriting on the bottom．To my surprise I 　　16　　 my childish writing, “P．S．Please don't let anyone see this．Love, Edie．”

　　I gently glanced the unopened bundle in the 　　20　　 along with other things for the rubbish burner．“Lord,” I prayed “make me like my mother．”

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　　Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents．Every day they are very busy trying to 　　1　　 in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me．They don’t act in the 　　2　　 ways that I read in books or I see on TV．In their opinion, “I love you” is too 　　3　　 for them to say．Sending flowers to each other on Valentine’s Day is even more out of 　　4　　．

　　One day, my mother was sewing a quilt．I sat down beside her．“Mom, I have a question to ask you．Is there 　　5　　 between you and Dad?” I asked her in a very low voice．She didn’t answer immediately．She 　　6　　 her head and continued to sew the quilt．

　　I was very worried because I thought I had 　　7　　 her．I was 　　8　　 and I didn’t know what I should do．But at last I heard my mother say the following words：

　　“Susan, ” she said thoughtfully, “Look at this thread．Sometimes it 　　9　　, but most of it disappears in the quilt．The thread really makes the quilt 　　10　　．If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread．It can hardly be seen 　　11　　, but it’s really there．Love is 　　12　　．”

　　I listened carefully but I 　　13　　 her until the next spring．At that time, my father suddenly 　　14　　 seriously．My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month．When they returned from the hospital, they both looked 　　15　　．It seemed both of them had had a serious illness．After they were back, every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father 　　16　　 on the country road．

　　“Dad, how are you feeling now?” I asked him one day．

　　“Susan, don’t 　　17　　 me．” he said gently．“To tell you the truth, I just like walking with your mom．” 　　18　　 his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply．

　　Once I thought love meant flowers, gifts and 　　19　　．But from this experience, I understand that love is just 　　20　　 in the quilt of our life．Love is inside, making life strong and warm．

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　　On August 26, 1999, New York City experienced a torrential downpour．The rain caused the streets to 　　1　　 and the subway system almost came to a stop．

　　Unfortunately, this happened during the morning rush hour．Many people who were going to work were 　　2　　 to go home．Some battled to 　　3　　 a taxi or to get on a bus．Still others faced the 　　4　　 bravely, walking miles to get to work．

　　I 　　5　　 to be one of the people on the way to work that morning．I went from subway line to subway line only to find that most 　　6　　 had stopped．After making my way 　　7　　 crowds of people, I finally found a subway line that was 　　8　　．Unfortunately, there were so many people waiting to 　　9　　 the subway that I could not even get down the stairs to the 　　10　　．So I took the train going in the opposite direction, and then switch back to the downtown train．Finally, after what seemed like an forever, the train 　　11　　 my stop．Then I had to walk several blocks in the increasingly heavy rain．When I finally got to my office, I was 　　12　　 through, exhausted and 　　13　　．

　　My co-workers and I spent most of the day drying off．When it was 5∶00 pm，I was ready to go home．I was about to turn off my computer 　　14　　 I received an email from Garth, my Director：

　　I would like to thank all of you who made the effort and 　　15　　 reported to work．It is always reassuring(令人欣慰), at times like these, when employees so clearly show their 　　16　　 to their jobs．Thank you．

　　Garth's email was short, but I learned more from that 　　17　　 message than I ever did from a textbook．The email taught me that a few words of 　　18　　 can make a big difference．The rainstorm and the traffic 　　19　　 had made me tied and upset．But Garth's words immediately 　　20　　 me and put a smile back on my face．

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　　Years ago, if a teenager had some problems in her life, she might go home and write in her diary．Now, a teenager with 　　1　　 problems might go onto the Internet and write about them in a blog．In many ways, a diary and a blog are very 　　2　　．So, what makes blogging different from writing in 　　3　　 diary?

　　The biggest difference is that blogging is much more 　　4　　 than a diary．Usually, a teenager treats her diary like a book full of 　　5　　 that she does not want to 　　6　　．

　　It’s interesting that someone who writes in a blog 　　7　　 a diary will probably write nearly the same information．

　　I have a little sister, and sometimes I go online to read her 　　8　　．She writes about things like waking up early for swimming practice and not studying enough for her chemistry test．　　9　　 I was her age, I wrote about the same things, but 　　10　　 in my diary．Then, after I had finished writing, I would hide my diary in a secret place because I was 　　11　　 that my sister might read it!

　　The biggest 　　12　　 with blogging is that anyone can read what you write．If I was angry with a friend during high school and wrote something 　　13　　 about her in my diary, she would never know．　　14　　, if my sister ever wrote something bad about a friend, that friend 　　15　　 read her blog and get a “cry”．

　　There are also 　　16　　 of blogging, of course．If I was feeling sad one day and wrote in my diary, “Nobody cares about me,” 　　17　　 would know about it．However, if my sister wrote the same sentence in her blog, her best friends would 　　18　　 respond(回应)and tell her how much they 　　19　　 her．Blogs help people 　　20　　 in contact with their friends and to hear what the people around them are doing．

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　　Sharon wrote this when she was 16 and in the ll^th grade．Her goal is to become an international diplomat(外交官)and peace-maker．

　　It was my first day at school．I felt 　　1　　 and scared．I went to all my classes with no 　　2　　．It felt like no one 　　3　　．I listened anxiously to all the lessons and waited for lunch 　　4　　 at 1∶00．Then finally the bell rang．It was time to talk and have 　　5　　．

　　In the lunch line I met a new friend who wore a hijab(穆斯林妇女戴的面纱)on her head, and though I am 　　6　　, we got along fine, and I was so 　　7　　 when she said, “Sit with us, at our table．” She pointed to the one next to the door．

　　So I 　　8　　, and took my tray and was 　　9　　 to walk with her across the floor, when suddenly I felt a jog．“Hey, I saw you on the bus,” said a tall girl in a long skirt．”I see your Jewish star necklace．You 　　10　　 sit with us．”

　　At that moment I looked around, and that's when I 　　11　　, to my surprise, the nations of the world, 　　12　　 themselves．That’s what I saw through my own eyes．

　　The Spanish only sat with Spanish, the Hindus only with Hindus, the Russians always with the Russians, and 　　13　　 the Arabs with the Jews．

　　I saw the reason why 　　14　　 got started．Everyone 　　15　　 to their own kind．The 　　16　　 was just like a map of the world, where there should never have been so much separation among nations．But why was everyone so 　　17　　?

　　And so I turned 　　18　　 this girl, and went with the first, and there was no offence, I built a 　　19　　 between two worlds when I sat with those 　　20　　 from me．

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　　It was a small town in England．The people there worked hard but they always got poor 　　1　　．The weather was cold and wet and it was bad for their 　　2　　．There was only a primary school in the town and 　　3　　 people were so poor that they couldn't send their children there．

　　Mr Morgan, 　　4　　 father was the headmaster, was sent to a university in the capital．He 　　5　　 law there and knew much．He usually 　　6　　 to his hometown during his holidays and a lot of his friends wanted to 　　7　　 him．They asked a lot about the capital and hoped to be given some advice on their own 　　8　　．The young man was warm-hearted and was 　　9　　 to help them．He was busy there but he didn't 　　10　　 it．

　　Mr Waley, one of Mr Morgan's neighbours, had a shop in the centre of the town．He had been a soldier in France and always 　　11　　 he knew more and liked to talk with others．But he got into trouble and 　　12　　 Mr Morgan could help him．But before the young man said a 　　13　　, he talked on and on in a flow of eloquence(口若悬河)．Mr Morgan 　　14　　 him for nearly an hour and then he began to pour(倒)him a cup of tea．The cup was full but he didn't 　　15　　 and went on pouring．The shopkeeper felt 　　16　　 and said, “Haven't you found the cup is full? You can't pour any tea into it．”

　　“You're 　　17　　, Mr Waley,” the young man stopped to say．"Your brain has been full of all kinds of 　　18　　 like the full cup．How can I help you 　　19　　 I give you an empty one? You come here to ask me for 　　20　　, you know!"