As a young child, I was quiet and shy. I was also sick for a long time. My parents worked, and I spent a lot of time at my grandparent’s home. While my grandmother cleaned the house and cooked, my grandfather played with me.

    I was six when my grandfather died. A few months before he died, he gave me a beautiful blue and white blanket (毯子). I loved the blanket very much because it made me think of my grandfather. But after a few years, the blanket didn’t look very good. It had holes and was dirty. I didn’t want to throw the blanket away, so my mother made the blanket into a book bag. I was proud of the book bag, and I used it to carry my books to school every day for a few years. Then the book bag was broken. I begged my mother to make something out of it. She made it into a pencil-box. After a few months, the pencil-box was broken, too. By then I could sew (缝), and I made the pencil-box into a small wallet.

    I used it for three years, but one day I lost it. I felt sad. My friends and family said, “Forget about it, Paul. You can’t make something out of nothing.”

    I thought about it for a while. I decided my friends and family were wrong. There was a way to make something out of nothing. I wrote down the story of my grandfather’s blanket.

(   ) 70. From the story, we know that             .

A. Paul’s grandfather gave him a blanket       

B. the blanket made Paul think of his mother

C. a few years later the blanket was still new

D. Paul’s grandfather died when Paul was ten

(   ) 71. Paul used the pencil-box for ________.

A. a few months          B. two weeks             C. three years        D. five years

(   ) 72. Paul felt sad when he lost ________ one day.

A. the blanket           B. the book bag            C. the wallet         D. the pencil-box

(   ) 73. Paul wrote down the story to ____________.

A. pass the time                                              B. find the blanket

C. tell his grandfather                                     D. remember his grandfather

As a young child, I was quiet and shy. I was also sick for a long time. My parents worked, and I spent a lot of time at my grandparent’s home. While my grandmother cleaned the house and cooked, my grandfather played with me.

    I was six when my grandfather died. A few months before he died, he gave me a beautiful blue and white blanket (毯子). I loved the blanket very much because it made me think of my grandfather. But after a few years, the blanket didn’t look very good. It had holes and was dirty. I didn’t want to throw the blanket away, so my mother made the blanket into a book bag. I was proud of the book bag, and I used it to carry my books to school every day for a few years. Then the book bag was broken. I begged my mother to make something out of it. She made it into a pencil-box. After a few months, the pencil-box was broken, too. By then I could sew (缝), and I made the pencil-box into a small wallet.

    I used it for three years, but one day I lost it. I felt sad. My friends and family said, “Forget about it, Paul. You can’t make something out of nothing.”

    I thought about it for a while. I decided my friends and family were wrong. There was a way to make something out of nothing. I wrote down the story of my grandfather’s blanket.

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61. While his grandmother cleaned the house and cooked, Paul      ____ .

A. played with model planes        B. helped her with the cooking

C. played with his grandfather      D. helped his parents

62. From the story, we know that             .

A. Paul’s grandfather gave him a blanket

B. the blanket made Paul think of his mother

C. a few years later the blanket was still new

D. Paul’s grandfather died when Paul was ten

63. Paul used the pencil-box for             .

A. a few months             B. two weeks    C. three years          D. five years

64. Paul felt sad when he lost ______________ one day.

A. the blanket        B. the book bag   C. the wallet      D. the pencil-box

65. Paul wrote down the story to             .

A. pass the time                     B. find the blanket

C. tell his grandfather         D. remember his grandfather

Dad never tried to hug or kiss me when I was a child. And of course, he never said "I love you" to me, 26 . Maybe it's a Chinese cultural thing, or maybe that's the way my dad was. But whenever I felt 27 , sad or lonely, dad was always there. Dad was a man of few 28 , but I always liked to talk to him, and I could always feel a very special connection to him.

　 When I was in high school, dad retired and 29 a food stand（摊位）on the street near my school. Dad was very good at making fried noodles, and a lot of people liked his noodles. Every day when I finished school, my classmates and I would pass his food stand. But I really 30_ talking to dad in front of his food stand, 31 I did not want my classmates to know that my dad was selling noodles on the street!

　 One night, I couldn't 32 it any more and shouted, "Dad, could you stop selling your stupid noodles? I don't need a father who sells noodles on the street!" At that moment, dad was shocked. He tried to say 33 but didn't. When he 34 his head away, something happened that I had never seen and would never forget 35 the rest of my life. His eyes were filled with tears and sadness. It was the first time that I saw dad 36 . My mom later told me that dad was selling noodles to save money for my college education. I was such a fool , and even today I still feel _37 for that night.

Time really flies. I finished college and then left my home city. For the past ten years, whenever I've visited home, dad was always there meeting me and seeing me off 38 at the railway station. Whenever mom was calling me, dad would sit 39 her with a list of questions. He would ask mom to talk to me for him. That's the way dad is, and that's 40 dad shows his love to me.

Dad is still quiet, but I still feel a connection. —"a silent father's love."

That cold January night, it seemed I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was, walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.

    As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away any possible robbers(抢劫犯). Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.

    About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.

    Suddenly I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I’d heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.

    Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside, “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked, holding up a small square shape.

    It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn’t get much sleep that night, but I had got my wallet back. I also had got back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn’t be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.

46. How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?

A Cold and sick                           B Lucky and hopeful

C Satisfied and cheerful            D Disappointed and helpless

47. From the first paragraph, we learn that the writer was busy_____.

A solving her problem at the bank       B taking part in various city jobs

C learning acting in an evening school   D preparing for the first night show

48. On her way home the writer_____

A lost her wallet unknowingly         B was stopped by a garbage truck driver

C was robbed of her wallet by a man with a knife

D found some homeless people following her

49. In the fifth paragraph, why did the writer say she was dreaming?

A Someone offered to take her back home   B A red-haired man came to see her.           

C She heard someone call her name        D Her wallet was found in a garbage truck

50.From the text, we can infer that the writer_____

A would stop working at night               B would stay on in San Francisco

C would make friends with cleaners.      D would give up her job at the bank