Grandfather was an elder Cherokee Native American who had a wrinkled, nut brown face and kind dark eyes．His grandson often came in the evening to sit on his knee and asked the many questions that children asked．

One day the grandson came to his grandfather with a look of anger on his face and the following story．"Father and I went to the store today and because I helped him, he bought me a present, a jack-knife．I went outside to wait for father and to admire my new knife in the sunlight．Some town boys came by and saw me．They surrounded me and started saying bad things．They called me dirty and stupid and said that I should not have such a fine knife．The largest of these boys pushed me back and I fell over one of the other boys．I dropped my knife and one of them picked it up and they all ran away laughing．I hate them．I hate them all．”

The elder Cherokee, with eyes that had seen too much, lifted his grandson's face so his eyes looked into the boy's face．Grandfather said, " Let me tell you a story．I, too, at times, have felt a great hate for those who have taken so much with no sorrow for what they do．But hate wears you down and does not hurt your enemy．It is like drinking poison and wishing your enemy would die．I have struggled with these feelings many times．It is as if two wolves are inside me．．．It is a terrible fight．

One wolf is good and does no harm．He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense (冒犯) when no offense is intended．It will only fight when it is right to do so and in the right way．This wolf stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, modesty, kindness, friendship, sympathy, generosity, truth and faith．

The other wolf is full of anger．The smallest thing will set off his fiercest temper．He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason．He cannot think because his anger and hate are so much．

It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing．This wolf represents fear, envy, greed, self-pity, guilt, lies, false pride and superiority．

Sometimes, it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me for both of them try to control my mind．This same fight is going on inside you and inside every other person too．"

The boy looked into his grandfather's eyes and asked, "Which wolf will win?" The old Cherokee simply replied ．．．

     "The one you feed．"

1.The boy was angry because ______.

     A．he was not satisfied with his present

     B．his back was badly injured in a fight

     C．he had waited for his father for too long

     D．his jack-knife had been taken away by some boys

2.The angry wolf would probably be described as ______.

     A．aggressive(好斗)      B．sympathetic     C．modest      D．unsuccessful

3.We can learn from the third paragraph that ______.

     A．"hate" is healthy                   B．"hate" hurts oneself

     C．"hate" is complicated            D．"hate" harms one's enemies

4.What did Grandfather mean by saying "The one you feed" in the last paragraph?

     A．We should feed the two wolves equally．

     B．Living in harmony with others is important．

     C．Our feelings should be expressed at the right time．

     D．The choices we make determine who we will become．

____ you change your mind，please let me know.

 A. Would         B. Should      C. Must      D. Might

I would appreciate _________ if you could let me know in advance when the meeting will be held．

1. A.
   that
2. B.
   this
3. C.
   it
4. D.
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Thanksgiving(感恩节) Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun task——to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.

   Most of the class would celebrate the holiday with turkey(火鸡) and other traditional goodies(好吃的东西) of season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subjects of her students’ art. And they were. But Douglas made a different kind of picture. He drew a hand. Nothing else. Just an empty hand. Douglas was a different kind of boy. Most of the time, as other children played together, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. Everyone could guess the pain he felt from his eyes.

   His picture interested other students. Whose hands could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raise turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for Gold feeds us.

   The teacher stopped at Douglas desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was. The little boy looked away and said, “ It’s yours, teacher.”

   She recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here and there. How often had she said, “Take my hand, Douglas, we’ ll go outside.” or, “ Let me show you how to hold your pencil.” Douglas was thankful for his teacher’s hand. It means much to Douglas. He might not always say thanks, but he’ll remember the hand that reaches out. She wiped her tears away and went on with her work.

1.What did most students think of when given the task?

　　A. Hand             B. Turkey           C. God          D. Farmer

2.Douglas drew an empty hand in order to_____.

　　A. show thanks to his teacher               B. ask for a turkey

　　C. attract other students’ attention           D. make the teacher cry

3.How did the teacher feel when Douglas told her the answer?

A. Sad              B. Happy            C. Moved        D. Interested.

4.The underlined word “recall” in paragraph 5 means_____.

A. pass             B. spend                C. waste            D. remember

第三部分 阅读理解（共两节，满分40分）

第一节       （共15小题：每小题2分，满分30分）

阅读下列短文，从每题所给的四个选项（A、B、C和D）中，选出最佳选项答题卡上将该项涂黑。

A

My sister and I shared a typical sisterly relationship: we couldn’t stand each other．Or, to be honest, she couldn’t stand me．I took her as a hero．My clothes mysteriously looked like hers, and even my words tended to copy those I heard from her．Any sort of talk we had usually became a fighting, and try as I might, my sister had an extra six years worth of rude vocabulary．

After a while, I stopped trying to impress her and learned to be totally indifferent（冷漠的）；we soon fell into a sad pattern — I avoided her, she paid no attention to me, and deep inside, it hurt．She was only a sister in name．I truly believed that we would forever be apart, two housemates without conversation, two strangers without warmth．

I still remember the day I learned to ride a bike．I had received the bike that Christmas, which was great, until I realized I had no idea how to ride it．My mom had long since abandoned any attempt to teach me; I had proved to be a frustrating student．I had to learn by myself, a little bit each day, but unsuccessfully．On that day I was so disappointed that I threw my bike aside and began to cry, I guess that was what caused my sister to come outside．At first I was nervous, as I thought she would begin to laugh at me．She did not．She gently picked my bike up．That was the beginning．She fearlessly held my hand while the tears dried on my cheeks．She never once let me fall．And for three hours — three wonderful hours — we learned to ride my bike．No shouting．No fighting．No arguing．

That day I learned that my sister was human — how else could she have been my teacher? It was a life-changing experience．We still occasionally have our quarrels, but since that day, it’s been easier to get along because we have an unspoken respect for each other．

56．From the first paragraph, we can infer that _____．

A．the writer’s sister usually won the fighting

B．the writer was not always honest with her sister

C．the writer showed little respect for her sister

D．the writer’s sister had a good memory

57．When the writer failed to impress her sister, she _____．

A．felt hurt and treated her sister as a stranger

B．decided to be indifferent to her sister

C．didn’t talk with any member of the family

D．kept apart from her sister for a long time

58．What caused the writer to cry when she learned to ride a bike?

A．She fell off the bike and hurt herself seriously．

B．Her mother refused to buy her a bike．

C．She couldn’t learn how to ride a bike by herself．

D．Her sister laughed at her old bike．