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In the dining room of my grandfather’s house stood a massive grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a   36  for four generations to become one. The table was always   37  with food from wonderful family recipes（食谱）all containing   38  as the main ingredient（成分）. And always that grandfather clock stood like a trusted old family   39  , sharing our happiness.

As I was a child, the old clock  40  me. I watched and listened to it during meals. I   41  how at different times of the day, that clock would strike with a wonderful   42  . Year after year, the clock struck a part of my   43  , a part of my heart.

Even more wonderful to me was what my grandfather did each day. He  44  wound that clock with a special and magic key, which   45  the clock ticking and striking. He never let that clock wind down and   46  . When we grandkids got a little older, he showed us how to   47  the clock.

Several days after my grandfather died, I entered the dining room, with tears flowing   48  . The clock stood desertedly   49  , seeming smaller and not as magnificent as before. I couldn’t   50  to look at it.

Years later, my grandmother gave me the clock and the key. The old house was quiet. I opened the clock door with my shaking hand. Then   51  , reverently（虔诚地）, I entered the key and wound the clock. It sprang to  52  . Tick – tock , tick – tock, life and chimes were   53  into the dining room, into house and into my  54  . In the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather   55  again.

1.A．party         B．time      C．place     D．situation

2.A．filled         B．cleared     C．spread      D．left

3.A．wine          B．surprise    C．fish       D．love

4.A．friend        B．guard           C．doctor      D．lawyer

5.A．disappointed  B．encouragedC．interested D．comforted

6.A．questioned    B．rememberedC．doubted  D．wondered

7.A．sound        B．hammer    C．voice      D．beat

8.A．studies       B．opinions   C．memoriesD．brains

9.A．strangely       B．carefully   C．eagerly   D．usually

10.A．got          B．kept       C．preventedD．found

11.A． break     B．fall         C．stop     D．move

12.A．wind        B．repair            C．read     D．clean

13.A．unexpectedlyB．gently      C．difficultlyD．freely

14.A．ticking     B．moving     C．noisy      D．quiet

15.A．help         B．bear       C．hope       D．insist

16.A．slowly     B．quickly     C．unwillinglyD．naturally

17.A．feet         B．hands       C．sense      D．life

18.A．breathed      B．blown       C．taken      D．sent

19.A．study       B．bedroom   C．heart       D．mind

20.A．died         B．lived       C．smiled    D．sang

I was 15. She looked like she was over 70. But on that day. I think she understood me more than anyone else.

Walking into the church that Sunday was hard. I had never let anyone see me cry. But I knew I would cry that day .My grandfather was suddenly ill .The doctors said he might not live much longer. Everyone in my family was crying .Grandpa was the sweetest man in the world .Why was he leaving us?

There weren't many people at church that day. One of them was an old lady sitting at the end of my row. She was smiling. I closed my eyes and prayed （祷告）for my grandfather to get better. Soon, my eyes were full of tears. I opened my eyes and saw a hand in front of me. It was giving me a tissue(纸巾)。

The old lady was sitting next to me, smiling. She didn't say a word. She just gave me a tissue and a smile. I tried to thank her, but only tears came out. Then she took my hand. I looked into her eyes. They were clear and blue, and they make me feel peaceful. Her smile said to me :I am with you. Everything will be OK. I closed my eyes again. When I opened them, she wasn't there. I left the church but still couldn't find her. I never saw her again.

My grandfather died the next week. We all cried a lot. But when I thought of that old lady's warm smile, I felt a little better.

How did she know how I was feeling ? I wish I could see her again, to say thank you.

1.The author went to church to _____.

A．pray for grandfather.

B．ask the old lady for help.

C．avoid being seen crying.

D．thank the old lady.

2.Whose hand does the underlined word "It" in Paragraph 3 refer to

A．Grandfather's      B．The old lady's.      C．The author's.       D．Father's.

3.What do we know about the old lady ?

A．She knows the author.                    B．She can't speak.

C．She needs understanding.                 D．She is very kind.

4.What made the author feel better after Grandfather died ?

A．The old lady's words.                     B．The old lady's smile.

C．The old lady's eyes.                      D．The old lady's hand.

In the dining room of my grandfather’s house stood a massive grandfather clock. Meals in that dining room were a   1 for four generations to become one. The table was always   2 with food from wonderful family recipes（食谱）all containing   3 as the main ingredient（成分）. And always that grandfather clock stood like a trusted old family   4 , sharing our happiness.
As I was a child, the old clock  5 me. I watched and listened to it during meals. I   6 how at different times of the day, that clock would strike with a wonderful   7 . Year after year, the clock struck a part of my   8  , a part of my heart.
Even more wonderful to me was what my grandfather did each day. He  9 wound that clock with a special and magic key, which   10 the clock ticking and striking. He never let that clock wind down and   11 . When we grandkids got a little older, he showed us how to   12 the clock.
Several days after my grandfather died, I entered the dining room, with tears flowing   13 . The clock stood desertedly  14 , seeming smaller and not as magnificent as before. I couldn’t   15 to look at it.
Years later, my grandmother gave me the clock and the key. The old house was quiet. I opened the clock door with my shaking hand. Then   16 , reverently（虔诚地）, I entered the key and wound the clock. It sprang to  17 . Tick – tock , tick – tock, life and chimes were  18 into the dining room, into house and into my  19 . In the movement of the hands of the clock, my grandfather  20 again.

When my grandfather died, my 83-year-old grandmother, once so full of life, slowly began to fade. No longer able to manage a home of her own, she moved in with my mother, where she was visited often by other members of her large, loving family. Although she still had her good days, it was often hard to arouse her interest.
But one chilly December afternoon three years ago, my daughter Meagan, then eight, and I were visiting her, when she noticed that Meagan was carrying her favorite doll.“I, too, had a special doll when I was a little girl,” she told a wide-eyed Meagan. “I got it one Christmas when I was about your age. I lived in an old farmhouse in Maine, with Mom, Dad and my four sisters, and the very first gift I opened that Christmas was the most beautiful doll you’d ever want to see.”
“She had an exquisite(优美的，高雅的), hand-painted face, and her long brown hair was pulled back with a big pink bow. Her eyes were blue, and they opened and closed. I remember she had a body of kidskin, and her arms and legs bent at the joints.”
GG’s voice dropped low, taking on an almost respectful tone. “My doll was dressed in a pretty pink gown, decorated with fine lace. … Getting such a fine doll was like a miracle for a little farm girl like me — my parents must have had to sacrifice so much to afford it But how happy I was that morning!”
GG’s eyes filled and her voice shook with emotion as she recalled that Christmas of long ago. “I played with my doll all morning long. And then it happened. My mother called us to the dining room for Christmas dinner and I laid my new doll down gently on the hall table. But as I went to join the family at the table, I heard a loud crash.”
“I hardly had to turn around — I knew it was my precious doll. And it was. Her lace skirt had hung down from the table just enough for my baby sister to reach up and pull on it. When I ran in, there lay my beautiful doll on the floor, her face smashed into a dozen pieces. She was gone forever.”
A few years later, GG’s baby sister was also gone, she told Meagan, a victim of pneumonia(肺炎). Now the tears in her eyes spilled over — tears, I knew, not only for a lost doll and a lost sister, but for a lost time.
Subdued(沉默的) for the rest of the visit, Meagan was no sooner in the car going home than she exclaimed, “Mom, I have a great idea! Let’s get GG a new doll for Christmas. Then she won’t cry when she thinks about it.”
My heart filled with pride as I listened to my sympathetic little daughter. But where would we find a doll to match GG’s fond memories?
Where there’s a will, as they say, there’s a way. When I told my best friends, Liz and Chris, about my problem, Liz put me in touch with a local doll-make. From a doll supply house I ordered a long brown hair and a kidskin body to copy the outfit GG had so lovingly described. Liz volunteered to put the doll together, and Chris helped me make the doll’s outfit. Meagan wrote the story of the lost doll by giving examples.
Finally our creation was finished. To our eyes it was perfect. But there was no way it could be exactly like the doll GG had loved so much and lost. Would she think it looked anything like it?
On Christmas Eve, Meagan and I carried our happily packed gift to GG, where she sat surrounded by children, parents, aunts, uncles and cousins. “It’s for you,” Meagan said, “but first you have to read the story that goes with it.”
GG no sooner got through the first page than her voice cracked and she was unable to go on, but Meagan took over where she left off. Then it was time to open her present.
I’ll never forget the look on GG’s face as she lifted the doll and held it to her chest. Once again her tears fell, but this time they were tears of joy. Holding the doll in her frail arms, she repeated over and over again, “She’s exactly like my old doll, exactly like her.” 
And perhaps she wasn't saying that just to be kind. Perhaps however impossible it seemed, we had managed to produce a close copy of the doll she remembered. But as I watched my eight-year-old daughter and her great-grandmother examining the doll together, I thought of a likelier explanation. What GG really recognized, perhaps, was the love that inspired the gift. And love, wherever it comes from, always looks the same.
【小题1】GG moved in with her daughter because ______.

I was 15. She looked like she was over 70. But on that day. I think she understood me more than anyone else.
Walking into the church that Sunday was hard. I had never let anyone see me cry. But I knew I would cry that day .My grandfather was suddenly ill .The doctors said he might not live much longer. Everyone in my family was crying .Grandpa was the sweetest man in the world .Why was he leaving us?
There weren't many people at church that day. One of them was an old lady sitting at the end of my row. She was smiling. I closed my eyes and prayed for my grandfather to get better. Soon, my eyes were full of tears. I opened my eyes and saw a hand in front of me. It was giving me a tissue(纸巾)。
The old lady was sitting next to me, smiling. She didn't say a word. She just gave me a tissue and a smile. I tried to thank her, but only tears came out. Then she took my hand. I looked into her eyes. They were clear and blue, and they make me feel peaceful. Her smile said to me :I am with you. Everything will be OK. I closed my eyes again. When I opened them, she wasn't there. I left the church but still couldn't find her. I never saw her again.
My grandfather died the next week. We all cried a lot. But when I thought of that old lady's warm smile, I felt a little better.
How did she know how I was feeling ? I wish I could see her again, to say thank you.
【小题1】According to Paragraph 2, what made the whole family cry ?