Carmen's mother Maria had just survived a serious heart attack．But without a heart transplant her life was in constant 　　1　　

　　Both the mother and the daughter knew that the chances were 　　2　　 finding a donor heart that 　　3　　 Maria's blood type takes years．　　4　　, Carmen was determined to save her mother．She kept 　　5　　 hospitals all over the country．

　　Days stretched out．By Christmas, Maria had trouble 　　6　　 from one end of the room to the other．Carmen lost all hope．She fell into a 　　7　　 of the hospital, crying．

　　"Are you okay?"a man asked．

　　Carmen sobbed as she told the stranger her 　　8　　．This middle aged man was named Frank, whose wife, Cheryl, a tender and devoted mother of four lovely children, had been in hospital with a brain disease and wouldn't 　　9　　 it through the night．Suddenly, an idea came to Frank's mind．He knew Cheryl had always wanted to 　　10　　 something from herself．Could her 　　11　　 go to Carmen's mother?

　　After reviewing the data, doctors 　　12　　 Fank that his wife's heart　was by some miracle a perfect 　　13　　 for Carmen's mother．They were able to 　　14　　 the transplant．

　　That cold night,when Cheryl was 　　15　　 dead,Frank came to knock at Maria's door．She was 　　16　　 for Frank's family as she had been doing every day recently．Though Maria had never met Frank before,they both felt a strange 　　17　　 as they hugged and cried, On New Year's Eve, Carmen attended Cheryl's 　　18　　 with Frank's family, who were singing their favorite song" My heart will go on”．

　　One day late, on New Year's Day, Maria 　　19　　 with Cheryl's heart．

　　Yes , Cheryl's loving heart would go on for it was 　　20　　 in another loving mother's chest．

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　　One morning I wasted nearly an hour watching a tiny ant carry a huge feather．Several times, it 　　1　　 several obstacles(障碍)in its path．And after a breif pause it would make the necessary detour(绕道)．　　2　　 one point, the ant had to cross a crack(裂缝)about 10mm wide．After some 　　3　　 thoughts, the ant laid the feather over the crack, walked 　　4　　 it and picked the feather up on the other side, then continued on its way．I was 　　5　　 by the cleverness of this ant．It was only a small insect, lacking in 　　6　　 yet equipped with a brain to reason, explore, discover and overcome．　　7　　 this ant, like the other two-legged creatures 　　8　　 on the earth, also shares human failings．

　　After some time the ant 　　9　　 reached its destination－a flower bed and a small hole that was the entrance to its 　　10　　 home．It was there that the ant met its 　　11　　．How could that large feather possibly 　　12　　 such a small hole? Of course, it couldn't．So the ant, after all this 　　13　　 and using great brightness, overcoming problems a1l along the way, just gave up the 　　14　　 and went home．The ant had not thought the problem through 　　15　　 it began its journey and in the end the feather was 　　16　　 more than a burden．Isn't our 　　17　　 like that?

　　We worry about our families; we worry about the 　　18　　 of money; and we worry about all kinds of things．These are all burdens－the things we pick up along life's path, and drag them around the obstacles and over the cracks that life will bring, only to 　　19　　 that at the destination they are 　　20　　 and we can't take them with us．

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Directions：For each blank in the following passage there are four words or phrases marked A,B,C andD．Fill in each blank with the word or phrase that best fits the context．

　　I took up skydiving in my twenties．At the time the accident happened, I'd done just 30 jumps．The airfield was quiet when I 　　1　　．On board were Chris, who was taking a tourist, and Ants, the cameraman．Chris indicated I should exit first and the other three would 　　2　　．Later I knew it was this 　　3　　 that saved my life．

　　At 12,000 feet Chris rolled up the door and nodded that it was time for my exit．I put my foot on a step just beside the door, and in an instand the propeller blast(螺旋桨气流)threw me against the side of the plane, half in, half out．I pushed and got my other leg out of the door, but in doing so I found myself 　　4　　 down the body of the plane towards the tail．My parachute(降落伞)got caught and my 　　5　　 and legs were pushed backwards, powerless, in the strong wind．

　　I was strangely 　　6　　．To a skydiver, being at 12,000 feet is a good thing．Altitude is your friend；being close to the ground is deadly and will kill you．

　　Ants appeared and moved slowly towards me, his legs held by Chris in the door．Ants reached out and got hold of my foot．With the weight partly off, I found myself falling away from the plane, 　　7　　 freed．I waved and smiled to indicate I was fine．

　　It was actually very 　　8　　．If any one of a number of factors had been different, I would have 　　9　　．I could have hit the plane with my head．If I had been the last to exit, the pilot alone would have been unable to free me, and even if he had been aware that I was 　　10　　 underneath the plane, he would still have had to land at some point．

　　Blue Skies, Black Death is the skydivers' mantra(咒语)．On the one hand, there's the freedom and 　　11　　 of the open sky．But in order to 　　12　　 this joy, you must accept that there is usually only one result if something goes wrong．

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　　It is funny when you'd ask a kid today what he/she'd like to be when they grow up．　　1　　 they'd say, “I want to be like my daddy or like my mummy．” You ask the same question to 　　2　　 and you'd hear them saying they want to be like R．Kelly, Dora or Obama．These people are great in their own rights(凭他们自身的努力), but that's not enough reason to spend your time living out a life just trying to be an image of 　　3　　 person．This same question is not just limited to kids and teens; ask adults and they'd also tell you they want to be like Bill Gates or Ellen Sirleaf Johnson．

　　We live in a world in which people are from different backgrounds．Some are born with silver spoons and others with no spoon at all．We live in a world of 　　4　　 and solutions, obstacles and stepping-stones, depending on where you are looking．

　　Most of us spend our time and energy 　　5　　 shoes to fit into, leaving ours behind, trying to live life and 　　6　　 the way our role models do．It's good but that's not the chief factor that we'd be like them, because we'd be surprised that we'll fall short of our expectations if we spend much energy 　　7　　 the wind．Genius is 1％ inspiration and 99％ perspiration, so it's 　　8　　 that we all have the 1％ in our genetic make-up but we need to work hard．

　　Now, I'm not trying to say it's 　　9　　 to want to be like somebody else; all I'm trying to say is that you were born here for a reason－You were given an empty book to write your life in．I wouldn't want your book to be 　　10　　 with how so-so and so is but rather how “I am”．For as you go around trying out people's 　　11　　, who's going to try yours? Even if you don't become successful in life, 　　12　　 yourself with the thought that at least your shoes are worth trying out．

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　　Thanksgiving Day was fast approaching and many people were preparing for the holiday．Dora Smith gave her class an assignment－to draw a picture of something which they would like to be 　　1　　．

　　Miss Dora thought her students' family would 　　2　　 the holiday with turkey and other traditional food of the season and'-these would be the 　　3　　 of most of her students' art works．And so they were．

　　But Rueben' s picture was kind of 　　4　　．He drew a hand．Nothing else, just an empty hand, which soon aroused the 　　5　　 of his classmates．Whose hand could it be? One child 　　6　　 it was the hand of a fanner, because farmers 　　7　　 turkeys．Another suggested a police officer, because the police 　　8　　 and care for people．Still others guessed it was the hand of God, 　　9　　 God feeds us．Arid so actively the discussion went－until the teacher almost 　　10　　 the young artist himself．

　　When the students had begun other assignments．Miss Dora 　　11　　 at Rueben's desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was．Little Rueben looked away and said in a low voice, "It's 　　12　　, teacher．"

　　Rueben' s words reminded Miss Dora of the times when she had 　　13　　 his hand and walked with him here or there．She remembered how 　　14　　 she had said, "Take my hand, Rueben, we'll go out-side．"Or, "Let me 　　15　　 you how to hold your pencil．" Or, "Let' s do this together．” Rueben was most thankful for his teacher' s 　　16　　．Brushing aside 　　17　　, the．teacher went on with her work．

　　The story shows 　　18　　 gratitude．It suggests something related to teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and how much it 　　19　　 to the Ruebens of the world．They might not always say 　　20　　, but they' ll remember the hand that reaches out．

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　　On receiving my learner driver license a couple of months ago, I started driving lessons straight away．In New Zealand, the 　　1　　 driving age is 15．

　　However it wasn't 　　2　　 two days ago that Dad finally allowed me to drive on the motorway．Our 　　3　　 was Urawa, a seaside town about 60 kilometers away from my home in Auckland．That morning I 　　4　　 sure I had enough to drink and went to the toilet(厕所)about three times 　　5　　 we left．I thought I was totally 　　6　　 for the journey, but nothing could have prepared me for my family's 　　7　　．"Relax! Don't hold the steering wheel(方向盘)so 　　8　　．The car is going zigzag(弯弯曲曲的), called a nervous voice from the 　　9　　．"Speed up．70 km/h isn't fast enough．You are holding up the traffic," another voice ordered from the seat next to mine．

　　How 　　10　　! My parents were really starting to get on my nerves．To satisfy them I sped up and within a second, an angry voice began to yell again．"Stop!　　11　　! Are you crazy?” Everything did not go fine until I pulled off the motorway and drove into the city, 　　12　　 the speed limit was only 50 km/h．

　　My family seemed relieved(放心的)and 　　13　　 telling me what to do．They all looked out of the windows and enjoyed the scenery．　　14　　, that silence didn't last very long．My mum suddenly cried out, "Look at those birds above us．　　15　　 they lovely?"

　　How did she expect me to look up in the 　　16　　? As the driver I had to 　　17　　．Who knows what would have happened if I had taken my eyes off the 　　18　　? Four hours later we drove home．This time the journey was much 　　19　　 than before as everyone else 　　20　　 fast asleep．So, I just took my time and enjoyed the drive．

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　　A girl complained to her father about her hard life．She didn't know what she could do and wanted to 　　1　　．She was tired of fighting and fighting．One problem had been settled, but 　　2　　 appeared．

　　Her father, a cook, took her into the 　　3　　．He poured water into three pots and boiled it．After the water came to a boil, he put some 　　4　　 in the first pot, eggs in the second and coffee in the last．He waited for them for a few minutes 　　5　　 any words．

　　The girl closed her mouth and waited, impatient and 　　6　　 by what her father was doing．After about 20 minutes, her father 　　7　　 the stove, took out the carrots and put them in a bowl．He took the eggs and put them in another bowl．After that he 　　8　　 the coffee into a cup．Turning back to his 　　9　　, he asked, “Sweetheart, what do you see?”

　　“Carrots, eggs and coffee,” she replied．

　　Her father asked her to 　　10　　 the carrots．She did and felt that the carrots were 　　11　　．

　　　　12　　 he asked her to take the eggs and break them．After peeling them, she felt the eggs were hard．

　　Last, her father asked her to smell the coffee．

　　She asked, “What does this 　　13　　, Father?”

　　He 　　14　　 that each of the things had felt the same unfortunate fate．They were all boiled in 　　15　　, but with a 　　16　　 result．The strong and hard carrots became soft and weak after being boiled．The fragile eggs became 　　17　　 after cooking．Coffee grounds were very unique．They could change the water．

　　“　　18　　 one are you?” asked her father．“When calamity(不幸的事)　　19　　 on your door, what will your 　　20　　 be? Are you carrots, eggs of coffee?”

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　　When I first entered university, my aunt, who is an English professor, gave me a new English dictionary．I was 　　1　　 to see that it was an English dictionary, also known as a monolingual dictionary．Although it was a dictionary intended for 　　2　　 learners, none of my classmates had one and, to be honest, I found it extremely 　　3　　 to use at first．I would look up words in the dictionary and still not fully understand the meaning．I was used to the 　　4　　 bilingual dictionaries, in which the words are 　　5　　 both in English and Chinese．I really wondered why my aunt 　　6　　 to make things so difficult for me．Now, after studying English at university for three years, I 　　7　　 that monolingual dictionaries are 　　8　　 in learning a foreign language．

　　As I found out, there is, in fact, often no perfect equivalence(对应)between two 　　9　　 in two language．My aunt even goes so far as to 　　10　　 that a Chinese "equivalent" can never give you the 　　11　　 meaning of a word in English! Therefore, she insisted that I read the definition(定义)of a word in a monolingual dictionary when I wanted to get a better understanding of its meaning．　　12　　, I have come to see what she meant．

　　Using a monolingual dictionary for learners has helped me in another important way．This dictionary uses a(n)　　13　　 number of words, around 2,000, in its definitions．When I read these definitions, I am 　　14　　 exposed to the basic words and learn how they are used to explain 　　15　　 and ideas．Because of this, I can express myself more easily in English．

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　　Mickey was a nice, cheerful, optimistic boy．No one could remember ever having seen him 　　1　　; it seemed he didn't 　　2　　 whatever people said to him．Even his teachers admired his good 　　3　　．It was so unusual that a story was going around that Mickey's 　　4　　 must be due to some special secret．They asked Mickey so much that he 　　5　　 his favorite teacher, Mr．Anthony, to tea one afternoon．When they had finished, Mickey 　　6　　 Mr．Anthony around the house．When Mickey opened his bedroom door, the teacher 　　7　　．The huge wall was a unique collage(拼贴画)of thousands of colors and shapes! It was the loveliest decoration Mr．Anthony had ever 　　8　　．

　　“Some people at school think that I 　　9　　 think badly of anyone,” Mickey started to explain, “and that 　　10　　 at all bothers me, but that's not true at all．I'm just like anyone else．I used to get angrier than all the other kids．　　11　　 years ago, with the help of my parents, I started a small collage．With every little piece I stuck on, I added some bad thought or act．”

　　It was 　　12　　．The teacher looked closely at the wall．In each one of the small 　　13　　 he could read “fool”, “silly”, “idiot”, “pain”, and a thousand other 　　14　　 things．

　　“This is how I started 　　15　　 all my bad times into an opportunity to 　　16　　 to my collage．Now I like the collage so much that, each time someone makes me angry, I couldn't be 　　17　　．They've given me a new piece for my work of 　　18　　．”

　　That day, the teacher was impressed by Mickey's 　　19　　 to have an optimistic character．Without telling anyone, Mr．Anthony 　　20　　 his own collage and he would often recommend it to his students．

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　　“Hi! John．” Mary ran towards me with a rare bright smile on her face, saying, “I'm going to have a 　　1　　 performance tonight．I hope you'll come．Here is the 　　2　　．”She left in a hurry, disappearing in the crowds of people 　　3　　．

　　“Is that true?”I asked myself．She was a quite 　　4　　 girl．I had never seen her making up or wearing attractive clothes, for she did not know how to 　　5　　 indeed．

　　I arrived at the 　　6　　 with the ticket, and found my seat．Her performance was the seventh one．I knew Iwould 　　7　　 from a hard time before her turn, for I had no 　　8　　 of art, but her performance was 　　9　　 watching, no matter how long I would wait．Time went slowly．I 　　10　　 with myself not to fall asleep．

　　“Let's welcome the next exciting dance-Latin!”　　11　　 filled the hall at once．

　　I opened my eyes as large as possible, 　　12　　 to lose anything．Wearing a golden and shining skirt, Mary appeared on the stage．Dancing with a charming smile, she was fully 　　13　　 in the Latin music．At this moment, she looked like a pretty butterfly 　　14　　 on the splendid stage．

　　Aftre all the performance 　　15　　, I waited for her at gate．

　　“Hi!”She stood in front of me with a bag and her crystal(水晶)high-heeled shoes in her hands, and 　　16　　 as she used to be, but the making-up still could be seen．

　　“How do you feel?”There was not a little bit tired 　　17　　 on her face．

　　“　　18　　!”I answered．

　　“Thank you! I knew it would be．” She could not 　　19　　 her excitement, laughing like a child．Looking at the shining crystal high-heeled shoes in the wonderful starry night, I 　　20　　 that every girl has a pair of special shoes which are like the crystal shoes of Cinderella(灰姑娘)．

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