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閱讀下面短文，從短文后所給各題的四個選項(xiàng)（A、B、C和D）中，選出可以填入空白處的最佳選項(xiàng)，并在答題卡上將該項(xiàng)涂黑。
A lady and her husband stepped off the train in Boston. They walked without an appointment (預(yù)約) into the outer        of Harvard’s president. But they were       by his secretary and kept waiting. For hours, the secretary took no notice of them,        that the couple would finally become       and go away. But they didn’t. The secretary finally decided to disturb the president, though        .
A few minutes later, the president walked towards the couple with a       face. The lady told him, “We had a son that        Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was        here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to        a memorial (紀(jì)念物) to him, somewhere on campus.”
The president wasn’t        . Instead, he was shocked. “Madam,” he said, “we can’t put up a statue for every person who studied at Harvard and died. If we did, this       would look like a cemetery (墓地).” “Oh, no,” the lady       quickly, “we don’t want to put up a statue. We would like to give a        to Harvard.” The president rolled his eyes and         at the couple and then exclaimed（呼喊）, “A building! Do you have any        how much a building costs? We have spent over $ 7,500,000 on the campus building at Harvard.” For a moment the lady was silent. The president was    , because he could get rid of them now. Then the lady turned to her husband and said quietly. “Is that all it costs to start a       ? Why don’t we just start our own?” Her husband nodded. Since their offer was     , Mr and Mrs Stanford traveled to California      they founded the University that bears their       , a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.

The “Doorman”
On a trip to California, my family stopped for lunch. As we walked toward the entrance to the restaurant, a man, with a        beard and dirty hair, jumped up from a bench and opened the door for us．Regardless of his       , he greeted us in a friendly way．
Once inside, my daughters whispered, “Mom, he      .” After we ordered our lunch, I explained, telling the kids to look       the dirt．We then watched other customers approach the restaurant but many        him．Seeing this rudeness truly upset me．The day I became a mother, I had resolved to set a good       for my children．Yet sometimes when things didn’t go right, being a good example was      . When our meal arrived, I realized I had left the car-sick pills in the truck．With the windiest trip ahead, the kids needed them, so I        myself from the meal and went to get them．
Just then, the “doorman” was opening the door for a couple．They rushed past him without even acknowledging his       . Letting them in first, I said a loud “thank you” to him as I      ．
When I returned, we talked a bit．He said he was not allowed inside        he purchased food．I went back and told my family his       .Then I asked our waitress to add one soup and sandwich．The kids looked        as we had already eaten, but when I said the order was for the “doorman” , they smiled．When it was time to        our trip, I noticed the "doorman" enjoying his meal．Upon seeing me, he stood up and thanked me heartily．He then       his hand for a handshake and I gratefully accepted．I suddenly noticed the tears in his eyes—tears of       .What happened next drew great astonishment: I gave the “doorman” a      ! He could hardly say a word, with tears       down his face．
Back in truck, I fell into deep thought．While we can't choose many things in life, we can choose when to show gratitude．I said thanks to a man who had        held open a door for me, and also said thanks for that       to teach my children by example．

Cheerful Charlie was a very special boy. When he was still in his mother’s tummy, she had an accident, which meant that Charlie couldn’t walk. But that had never been a(n)          for him; they had started calling him Cheerful Charlie because of his joyful and           nature. He really brightened everything up for those around him.
There wasn’t a postman, or a taxi driver who wasn’t            to see Charlie. “Cheer up, Mr. Postman, that way you’ll         more letters today!” he would say, or “That was great, Mr. Taxi Driver. You        that thing better than anyone else. ”
He also had great ideas and            for everything; and he shared them so generously that, just about every day in that town, someone did a great job, or             something new, thanks to Charlie’s ideas.
One day, though, he came up against a real            . A young boy came to town on his holidays. He was known as Waterworks and was a real crybaby. No matter what Charlie said to him, Waterworks would always find some               to be sad: “I don’t have many sweets… my parents didn’t buy me that toy…” Everything seemed so bad to him. But Cheerful Charlie wasn’t going to be                , and he kept spending more time with Waterworks,           trying to cheer him up, just as he did with everyone.
Then, one day, when they were together in the street, someone             a pie from a window above by chance, and it landed       on Charlie’s head. He got such a fright that he couldn’t even move his lips. He was speechless, and although Waterworks was just about to cry,   he          Charlie’s happy words so much that he finally said, “Wow, Charlie, that’s a nice clown mask(小丑面具) you just put on!”
On saying those words, Waterworks felt so          that he finally understood why Charlie was always so happy and cheerful. He realized that he was so used to Charlie’s enthusiasm that he couldn’t help but see the funny side of everything.

I have always wanted to share this story because it is one of the things that I will remember for my entire life. And I’m sure      person feels the same.
We had a new teacher in my high school World History class. She was very nice and excited to see us. She told a story about her      fighting in a war and brought a picture of him. After about fifteen      of her talking, the class started talking softly to each other       they were getting bored. Looking      , she asked “So, you guys don’t really want to hear any more?” No one dared to actually say “no” to her out loud      one kid. He said, “No, not really!” in a disrespectful way. Some kids were a little      and thought that it was rather rude.
I felt extremely bad for this teacher. No one deserves to be      in such a disrespectful manner.     , a little before class let out, I went up to her and      for the guy’s rude behavior. I told her I had been     , and even though I may not entirely like     , I did appreciate her sharing her story. I asked her      about her father and asked to see the picture of him. We had a very nice, genuine conversation about her father. 
The teacher was     . She really appreciated me coming up and actually treating her with the       that she deserved. I felt at full peace with myself knowing that I did the right thing and I was super happy that I actually     . Even though I didn’t really care for history, I      listened, and I hope that others in different situations will do the same. Listening means a lot to the people sharing; it really     . If I had just left the class without saying a word, I would have felt extremely      and would have a constant reminder, probably to this day, that      was not served and I had left a person in their time of need.

Twenty years ago, I drove a taxi for a living. One time I arrived in the middle of the night for a pickup at a building that was        except for a single light in a ground floor window. I walked to the door and knocked.
A small woman in her 80’s opened the door. I took her suitcase to the cab then returned to       her into the cab. She thanked me for my kindness. When we got in the taxi, she gave me a(n)     , then asked, “Could you drive through downtown ?”
“It’s not the         way,” I answered.
“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice (臨終關(guān)懷醫(yī)院).”
I looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.
“The doctor says I don’t have very long.”
I quietly reached over and        the meter (計(jì)程器). “What         would you like me to take?” I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived. Sometimes she’d ask me to       in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the sun was       , she suddenly said: “I’m tired. Let’s go now.”
We drove in        to the address she had given me. There were people waiting for her and they put her in a wheelchair.
“How much do I have to pay you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.
“Nothing,” I said.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
“You gave an old woman a little moment of       ,” she said.
I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut.
I didn’t        any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. We tend to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often   47 us unconsciously.

閱讀下面短文，從短文后所給各題的四個選項(xiàng)(A、B、C、D)中，選出可以填入空白處的最佳選項(xiàng)。
Once there was a poor little girl living near a forest. She had no family and no one to love her. So she often        sad and lonely.
One day, when she was walking in the forest, she found that a small        was trapped unluckily in a bush. The butterfly tried to fly away        failed. The kind little girl saved the butterfly with great care. Instead of flying away, the butterfly turned into a beautiful fairy (仙女). The little girl was very       .
“Thank you for        me. You are so kind. I will make any of your dreams come true.” said the fairy.
The little girl thought for a moment and then said, “I want to be       !”
The fairy said, “Very well. I will help you.” And she said something in the little girl’s ear. Then the fairy disappeared.
As the kind little girl grew up, she was always ready to help people in need and was popular among the villagers. No one in the village was as happy as she was. Everyone asked her the        of ther happiness. She always smiled and answered, “The secret of my happiness is that I listened to a kind        when I was a little girl.”
When the kind girl became a very old woman and was dying, the neighbours in the village all gathered (聚攏) around her bed because they were        that her secret of happiness would die with her. They asked, “Please tell us what the kind fairy said.”
The lovely old woman still        and said, “She told me that everyone needed me, no matter how safe they seemed, no matter how rich or poor, no matter how old or young She said that helping others would make me happy all my life.”

As a young social worker in a New York City psychiatric clinic, I was asked to see Roz, a 20-year-old woman who had been referred to us from another psychiatric clinic. It was an     referral in that no information was received     her first appointment. I was told to “play it by ear”, and to     what her problems were and what she needed.
  an examination to go on, I saw Roz as an unhappy, misunderstood young woman who hadn’t been listened to in her earlier treatment. Her family situation was unpleasant. I didn’t see her as disturbed,       rather as lonely and misunderstood. She responded so     to being heard. I encouraged her to start a life worth living — to find a job, a satisfying place to live and new relationships. We hit it off well, and she     making important changes in her life.
The records from the previous psychiatric clinic arrived a month after Roz and I began our successful work together. To my complete surprise, her records were several inches thick,       a long period of psychiastric hospitalization. Her diagnosis was “paranoid schizophrenic(妄想型精神分裂癥)”, with a      that she was “hopeless”.
That had not been my experience with Roz at all so I decided to forget those pieces of paper. I never treated her as if she had that “hopeless” treatment. I did find out about the horrors for Roz of the hospitalization, of being drugged, separated and abused. I also learned a lot from her about     such deeply and unforgettably shocking circumstances.
First Roz found a job, then a place to live away from her difficult     . After several months of working together, she introduced me to her husband-to-be, a successful businessman who adored her.
When we     our treatment, Roz gave me the gift of a silver bookmark and a note that said, “Thank you for believing and encouraging me.”

A man was driving at 70 miles in a 40-mile zone, when a        came behind him. Right away the man started thinking of        to give.
As the policeman came to him, he said, “Hi, officer, I guess you        me a little bit over the speed limit. I was in a rush to get       , to be with my wife and kids. You know my younger son wasn’t feeling too        when I left home this morning. I’m afraid he’s ill.”
The policeman said, “Well, I guess so,” and started        something in his notebook. As minutes went by, he could see from the side view mirror, the policeman was        writing. When the man was wondering why he hadn’t asked for his driving        so far, the policeman came to his window,        him a piece of paper, and returned to his car without saying a single word. The man wondered: how much was this        going to be? However, the man was        it was not a ticket at all and he began to       :
“I had a daughter who was        by a speeding car at the age of six by a speeding driver. He got a fine, a few months in       , and then was free, free to hug his two daughters. I only had one, and now I have to        until I get to heaven before I can hug her again. I have tried to        that man a thousand times, and I thought I had. Maybe I really did forgive him. So pray for me, and be        when you drive again. My son is all I have been left with.”
The man was completely        and could not move for the next few minutes. When finally he did, he drove       , even a few miles        the speed limit, praying for forgiveness.

On Sundays my father always wore that gray apron(圍裙)—the one with the race cars all over it. The ritual (老規(guī)矩) began.       breakfast when Dad always announced, “Go ahead everyone. I’ll       the dishes!” For the next hour Dad did the dishes, singing ballads (歌謠) like “I Had a Hat When I Came in.” and “Who Put the Chow in Mrs. Marphy’s Chowder?”www.zxxk.com
I suppose it was        for a boy’s father to wear an apron—even one with race cars—        I never thought much of it until the day that Dad broke with tradition. It was the last Sunday in August. As we        home slowly from church together, my father seemed very       . “Tommy,” he said letting my name roll off his       . “There comes a time in every boy’s        when he must take on responsibilities. It’s time you        a greater role in the family. From now on, I want you to        the dishes on Sunday morning, so your mother and I can work the crossword puzzle (縱橫字謎) together.”
“The dishes!?” I        in surprise.
“Anything wrong with taking over the dishes, son?” father said.
I started to say something about a man’s        or woman’s work, but I knew immediately that my protests (抗議) would be        .
I didn’t taste a bit of       that morning. Dad seemed joyful as he described an American game.[www.zxxk.com]
At the end of the meal, my father        , “Let’s go to read the paper, honey.” “Aren’t you doing the dishes?” my 51 asked surprisedly. Father smiled and said, “your oldest son has        to fill the position.”
“I want you to have this apron on, Tommy. It’ll keep your clothes from getting        .” And before I could go against it, he had put the thing on me. “Thanks, Son. Your mother and I        this.”
With that he disappeared into the Sunday paper. I looked        at the dishes. I could see my dad reaching for the dishes. He was always happy to help the family. My anger soon flew off and I began to sing.

It was in my high school science class. I was doing a task in front of the classroom with my favorite shirt on.
A     came, “Nice shirt,” I smiled from ear to ear. Then another voice said, “That shirt belonged to my dad. Greg’s mother works for my family. We were going to      that shirt away, but gave it to her     .”I was speechless. I wanted to hide.
I      the shirt in the back of the closet and told my mum what had happened. She then dialed her        , “I will no longer work for your family,” she told him. That night, Mom told my dad that she couldn’t clean anymore; she knew her life’s      was something greater.
The next morning she       with the personnel manager at the Board of Education. He told her that without a proper education she could not teach. So mom decided to      a university.
After the first year in college, she went back to the personnel manager. He said, “You are   __   , aren’t you? I think I have a       for you as a teacher’s assistant. This opportunity deals with children who are mentally challenged with little or no chance of      .” Mom accepted the opportunity very      .
For almost five years, as a teacher’s assistant, she saw teacher after teacher give up on the children and quit, feeling      . Then one day, the personnel manager and the principal   __  _  in her classroom. The principal said, “We have watched how you       the children and how they communicate with you and admire your hard – working       over the last five years. We are all in agreement that you       be the teacher of this class.”
My mom spent more than 20 years there.      her career, she was voted Teacher of the Year. All of this came about because of the       comment made in the classroom that day. Mom showed me how to handle       situations and never give up.