The young boy and his father sat quietly watching the snow fall on a snowy Saturday afternoon.
“Dad, my friend told me that every snowflake is  36   . But they look all the same to me. How can we tell?” the child asked.
Dad felt it was his  37 to give a more satisfying answer. “Son, snowflakes are like people. We are each   38 in a very special way. We can test it right now,” he said.
The child stood up, put out his hands, and  39 as snowflakes landed on his gloves. “These snowflakes are all different on my gloves, but those in the yard look the same. Together they are even more_ 40 and striking. Then if people are like snowflakes, why don't they    41 ?”
“Choice,”Dad said. "Their choices  42  them what they are.”
“  43  choice is a bad thing?” the boy asked.
“Oh, no. Only when we choose the 44 things.”
“How do we tell right from wrong?" the child asked.
Dad was given the chance to build upon the foundation of his son's  45  . He reached down and began to  46  with the snow. He  47  the snow into two sides, three large snowballs on one side and several smaller ones on the other.
“Which side did the right thing?” he asked the boy.
The child looked at both sides but 48   answer. Then Dad placed the three larger snowballs on top of each other.
“It’ s a snowman! The side 49  made me snowman!” the boy replied with  50
Yes, all these people came together and recognized how special each of them was, so they joined in a(n) 51   to build up mankind,” Dad said.                    
The child then stood up and  52 an arm full of the smaller snowballs. One by one he began to throw them at the other small piles of snow. He said,”This is what happens when people can't work together. They have a(n)  53  .”
Dad was shocked. He stood up, lifted the boy and  54 him tightly, whispering to him, “I hope that your world will learn to work and live together. I hope you will make the right   55 
and learn to build the best snowman ever.”

It was eleven o'clock that night when Mr. Pontellier returned from his night out. He was in an excellent humor, in high spirits, and very talkative. His entrance awoke his wife, who was in bed and fast asleep when he came in. He talked to her while he undressed, telling her anecdotes and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered during the day. She was overcome with sleep, and answered him with little half utterances.

　　He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, showed so little interest in things which concerned him and valued so little his conversation.

　　Mr. Pontellier had forgotten the candies and peanuts that he had promised the boys. Still, he loved them very much and went into the room where they slept to take a look at them and make sure that they were resting comfortably. The result of his investigation was far from satisfactory. He turned and shifted the youngsters about in bed. One of them began to kick and talk about a basket full of crabs.

　　Mr. Pontellier returned to his wife with the information that Raoul had a high fever and needed looking after. Then he lit his cigar and went and sat near the open door to smoke it.

　　Mrs. Pontellier was quite sure Raoul had no fever. He had gone to bed perfectly well, she said, and nothing had made him sick. Mr. Pontellier was too well familiar with fever symptoms to be mistaken. He assured her the child was burning with fever at that moment in the next room.

　　He reproached his wife with her inattention, her habitual neglect of the children. If it was not a mother's place to look after children, whose on earth was it? He himself had his hands full with his business. He could not be in two places at once; making a living for his family on the street, and staying home to see that no harm done to them. He talked in a dull, repeated and insistent way.

　　Mrs. Pontellier sprang out of bed and went into the next room. She soon came back and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning her head down on the pillow. She said nothing, and refused to answer her husband when he questioned her. When his cigar was smoked out, he went to bed, and in half a minute was fast asleep.

　　Mrs. Pontellier was by that time thoroughly awake. She began to cry a little, and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her nightdress. She went out on the porch, where she sat down and began to rock herself in the chair.

　　It was then past midnight. The cottages were all dark. There was no sound except the hooting of an old owl and the everlasting voice of the sea, which broke like a mournful lullaby (催眠曲) upon the night.

　　The tears came so fast to Mrs. Pontellier's eyes that the damp sleeve of her nightdress no longer served to dry them. She went on crying there, not caring any longer to dry her face, her eyes, her arms.

　　She could not have told why she was crying. Such experiences as had just happened were not uncommon in her married life. They seemed never before to have weighed much against theabundance (充足) of her husband's kindness and a uniform devotion which had come to be self-understood.

　　An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with vague pain. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly scolding her husband, expressing sadness about Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself.

　　The mosquitoes succeeded in driving away a mood which might have held her there in the darkness half a night longer.

　　The following morning Mr. Pontellier was up in good time to take the carriage which was to convey him to the ship. He was returning to the city to his business, and they would not see him again at the Island till the coming Saturday. He had regained his calmness, which seemed to have been somewhatweakened the night before. He was eager to be gone, as he looked forward to a lively week in the financial center.

1.Mr.Pontellier comes back home from his night out in a/an ______state of mind.

A．excited           B．confused          C．depressed         D．disappointed

2. Mr. Pontellier criticizes his wife because ______.

A．she is not wholly devoted to her children

B．she does little housework but sleep

C．she knows nothing about fever symptoms

D．she fails to take her son to hospital

3.The writer would most likely describe Mr. Pontellier’s conduct during the evening as ______.

A．impatient and generous                  B．enthusiastic and responsible

C．concerned and gentle                    D．inconsiderate and self-centered

4.The underlined sentence suggests that Mr. Pontellier's complaints to his wife are ______.

A．hesitant and confused                    B．not as urgent as he claims

C．a(chǎn)ngry and uncertain                     D．too complex to make sense

5.In paragraphs 8 to 13, Mrs. Pontellier’s reactions to her husband’s behavior suggest that ______.

A．she accepts unquestioningly her role of taking care of the children

B．this is one of the first times she has acknowledged her unhappiness with her husband

C．her relationship with her husband is not what has made her depressed

D．she is angry about something that happened before her husband left

6.The passage shows Mr. Pontellier is happiest when he ______.

A．sits near the open door smoking a cigar and talking

B．makes up with his wife after a heated argument

C．has been away from home or is about to leave home

D．has given his children gifts of candies and peanuts

I got up and dressed, stuck my violin under my jacket, and went out into the street. I wandered about for an hour, looking for a likely place, feeling as if I were about to commit a crime. Then I stopped at last under a bridge near the station and decided to have a go.

I felt tense and shaking. I drew my violin from under my coat like a gun. It was here, in Southampton, with trains passing overhead, that I was about to prove myself.

??? The first notes I played were loud and raw, and then they settled down and began to run more smoothly and to stay more or less in tune. To my surprise I was neither arrested nor told to shut up. Indeed, nobody took any notice at all.

I walked the streets of Southampton for several days, gradually knowing how to try and get money by being a street artist. It was not a good thing, for instance, to let the hat fill up with money — the sight could discourage the people; nor was it wise to empty it completely, which could also confuse them, giving them no hint as to where to drop his money. Placing a couple of pennies in the hat to start the thing going soon became a good idea. Before I played another tune, I took off the big money, but always left two pennies behind.

Old ladies were most generous, and so were women with children, shop girls, and typists. As for the men: Heavy drinkers were always generous too and so were big young with muscles. But never a man with a hat, briefcase or dog; respectable types were the meanest of all, except retired army officers, who would bark “Why aren’t you working, young man?” and then threw much money into the hat to hide their confusion.

1.The underlined phrase “have a go” in Paragraph 1 probably means ________.

A. have a try????????????? ????????????? B. run away?????????????

C. change a place????????????? ????????????? D. commit a crime

2.When the writer began to play the violin, he thought that ________.

A. he could make a lot of money????????????? B. he had chosen the wrong place

C. he would get into trouble ????????????? D. people would stop and listen to him

3.According to the passage, the writer thought the best way of encouraging people to give a street-violinist money was to ________.

A. let the hat fill up with money first ?????????????

B. leave a small amount of money in the hat

C. make sure that the hat was always empty

D. choose the best place to play more smooth tunes

4.Which of the following statements is NOT true according to the passage?

A. Most of the ladies were willing to give him money.

B. Retired army officers seldom gave him money.

C. Drinkers were generous with their money.

D. Not all the people would feel pity for street-violinists.

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the sad eyes of a little boy.

“Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies." 

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of his neck, “these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty- nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”  

"Sure," said the farmer.

And with that he let out a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this one noticeably smaller.

Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy.

"No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands. It's National Friendship Week.

1.How many baby pups did the farmer have for sale?

  A. 3                                B. 4                             C. 5                             D. 6

2.Why did the farmer agree to sell the boy one of the puppies?

  A. The boy had the money to buy one.   

  B. There were few people wanting to buy a dog.

  C. The farmer felt sorry for the boy.             

  D. The farmer wanted to get rid of the dogs quickly.

3. Which of the following words is closest in meaning to the underlined word “ hobbling”?

  A. strolling.                     B. crawling.                       C. limping.                 D. running.

4.Why did the boy finally choose the “ hobbling” pup?

  A. He feared the farmer would kill it.           

  B. He thought no one else would buy that pup.

  C. He believed it was the cutest of the pups.          

D. He could identify with this pup.

5.What would be the most suitable title for this passage?

  A. Man’s Best Friend                                        B. Puppy For Sale.       

  C. Perfect Match.                                                 D. Love at First Sight.

第三部分閱讀（共兩節(jié)，滿(mǎn)分40分）

第一節(jié)：閱讀理解（共15小題，每小題2分，滿(mǎn)分30分）閱讀下列短文，從每題所給的A、B、C、D項(xiàng)中，選出最佳選項(xiàng)，并在答題卡上將該項(xiàng)涂黑

Immediately I got up and dressed, stuck my violin under my jacket, and went out into the streets to try my luck. I wandered about for an hour, looking for a likely spot, feeling as though I were about to commit a crime. Then I stopped at last under a bridge near the station and decided to have a try.

I felt tense and nervous. One moment I was part of the hurrying crowds, the next I stood apart, my back to the wall, my hat on the pavement before me, the violin under my chin.

The first notes I played were loud and raw, then they settled down and began to run more smoothly. To my surprise I was neither caught nor told to shut up. Indeed, nobody took any notice at all. Then an old man without stopping secretly threw a penny into my hat, as if getting rid of some guilty evidence.

Other pennies followed, slowly but steadily, dropped by shadows who appeared not to see or hear me. It seemed too easy, like a secret trick.

I worked there for several days, gradually getting the truths of the trade by trial and error（反復(fù)試驗(yàn)）.It was not a good thing, for example, to let the hat fill up with money; nor was it wise to empty it completely. Placing a couple of pennies in the hat to start the thing going soon became a regular rule.

41．When he first began to play the violin, he expected           .

A．to get into trouble                                                               B．to play better than he did

C．people to stop and listen to him             D．to be told to move somewhere else

42．The first man who gave him money           .

A．was too busy to stop                            B．wanted to get rid of him               

C．dropped the money by mistake              D．did not want to attract attention

43．He gradually became confident that day because           .

A．nobody looked at him                          B．he played the violin very well       

C．people continued to give him money      D．he earned a lot of money

44．On the following days, he           .

A．made a lot of mistakes                         B．learned how to do the job better    

C．get better at playing the violin               D．did not make so much money

45．He found that the best way of encouraging people to give him money was to          .

A．play in different streets                        B．leave all the money in the hat        

C．empty the hat at regular times               D．leave a small amount of money in the hat

Though I have traveled in hundreds of trains, few unusual things have ever happened to me. But one day in a train something did happen. I do not mean that I was hurt: no one was hurt.
I do my work in a hot country far away from England. Every September I go there to do my business, and every July I come back to England to have a rest. So every September I go to Paris and take a train from the great French city to Mendova, and at Mendova I catch my ship.
There is one very fast train from Paris to Mendova, and it suits me well. It goes as far as Endoran, but it stops at Mendova for a few minutes to let travelers get out or in. It is called The Flying Bluebird. It reaches Mendova at seven minutes past nine in the morning, and it is never late.
A ship leaves Mendova at half past eleven, and so you will understand that The Flying Bluebird suits me very well. I always travel by it, and I have nearly two and a half hours at Mendova to go from the station to the ship. That is more than enough time.
Well, one September night, I took my place in The Flying Bluebird as usual. The train leaves Paris at nine o’clock every night, and I was in my place soon after half past eight. There were three or four people there with me, but very soon a lot of others got into the train. When no more people could sit down, they began to stand up near us and also in the corridor（走廊）. In a short time the corridor was full too, and it was impossible for any more travelers to get into the train.
I could see a lot of other people outside the corridor windows, but they could not get in, and the train left Paris without them. The man sitting next to me started to ask all kinds of questions: “Where do you work? How long does it take you to get there? Are you married? How many children do you have? How much money do they pay you every year? How much do you have in the bank? How much do you spend every month?”
He asked questions for about twenty minutes but I did not give him any clear answers, and at last he stopped and began to read the paper.
I usually sleep quite well in the train, but this time I slept only a little. There were too many people, and there were too many things: small bags, large bags, coats, hats, boxes, newspapers and food. As usual, we got angry about the window. Most people wanted it shut, and two of us wanted it open. But that always happens. It was shut all night, as usual.
When I awoke in the early morning I felt hot and dirty, and glad that the journey was reaching its end. At seven minutes past nine The Flying Bluebird stopped. We were at Mendova, and I stood up thankfully. I took my two suitcases, held one in each hand, and tried to move towards the door into the corridor. In order to get out of the train, I had to pass down the corridor to the door at the far end. There was no other way out.
I could not even into the corridor. There was a suitcase on the floor by my feet, and three men were standing in my way. I felt a touch of fear. I had to get out, you see; I had to catch my ship, which left at half past eleven. And the train did not stop again until it reached Endoran, two hundred miles away.
“I must get out!” I cried. Everyone there understood me, but no one could move.
At last I was able to put one foot over the suitcase on the floor, and I nearly reached the door into the corridor. But then, very slowly, the train began to move. It was taking me away!
“Stop!” I cried. “I want to get out!” But no one outside the train could hear me, and the people inside did not care much. The train moved a little faster. What could I do? I was not even in the corridor.
Fear made me think quickly. In front of my eyes, just, above the door, was a notice that told everyone how to stop the train. I had to pull an iron thing near the notice. I did not waste time. I pulled it.
Well, a noise started above our heads. That was to show everyone that there was something wrong. It was not a small sound. Possibly the men in my ship two miles away could hear it. Then the train stopped.
No one likes to stop a train if there is no need. But I had to catch my ship. That was the only thought in my mind: to get out and catch my ship.
【小題1】The purpose of the author writing the first paragraph is to __________.

On November18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the world famous violinist, came on stage to give a concert at Lincoln Centre in New York City. If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting on stage is not easy for him. He got polio（小兒麻痹癥）as a child, and has to walk with the aid of two crutches（拐杖）now.
That night Perlman walked slowly to his chair. Then he sat down and began to play. But, suddenly, one of the strings on his violin broke. You could hear it break---it broke with a loud noise.
People thought to themselves, “He would have to get up to either find another violin or find another string for this one.”
But he didn’t. Instead, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and then signaled the conductor to begin again. The orchestra（管弦樂(lè)隊(duì)）began, and he played from where he had stopped. He played with such passion and such power.
Of course, everyone knows that it is impossible to play a symphonic work with just three strings. But that night Itzhak Perlman refused to know that. You could see him changing and recomposing（重新作曲）the piece in his head.
When he finished, there was a silence in the room. Then people rose and cheered. We were all on our feet, doing everything we could to show how much we appreciated what he had done.
He smiled and then he said in a quiet tone, “You know, sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can make with what you have left.”
His words have stayed in my mind ever since I heard them. That is also the way of life. Perhaps our task in this quickly changing world in which we live is to make music, at first with all that we have, and then, when that is no longer possible, to make music with what we have left.
【小題1】Holding a concert is challenging for Perlman because ______.

It was eleven o'clock that night when Mr. Pontellier returned from his night out. He was in an excellent humor, in high spirits, and very talkative. His entrance awoke his wife, who was in bed and fast asleep when he came in. He talked to her while he undressed, telling her anecdotes and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered during the day. She was overcome with sleep, and answered him with little half utterances.

　　He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, showed so little interest in things which concerned him and valued so little his conversation.

　　Mr. Pontellier had forgotten the candies and peanuts that he had promised the boys. Still, he loved them very much and went into the room where they slept to take a look at them and make sure that they were resting comfortably. The result of his investigation was far from satisfactory. He turned and shifted the youngsters about in bed. One of them began to kick and talk about a basket full of crabs.

　　Mr. Pontellier returned to his wife with the information that Raoul had a high fever and needed looking after. Then he lit his cigar and went and sat near the open door to smoke it.

　　Mrs. Pontellier was quite sure Raoul had no fever. He had gone to bed perfectly well, she said, and nothing had made him sick. Mr. Pontellier was too well familiar with fever symptoms to be mistaken. He assured her the child was burning with fever at that moment in the next room.

　　He reproached his wife with her inattention, her habitual neglect of the children. If it was not a mother's place to look after children, whose on earth was it? He himself had his hands full with his business. He could not be in two places at once; making a living for his family on the street, and staying home to see that no harm done to them. He talked in a dull, repeated and insistent way.

　　Mrs. Pontellier sprang out of bed and went into the next room. She soon came back and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning her head down on the pillow. She said nothing, and refused to answer her husband when he questioned her. When his cigar was smoked out, he went to bed, and in half a minute was fast asleep.

　　Mrs. Pontellier was by that time thoroughly awake. She began to cry a little, and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her nightdress. She went out on the porch, where she sat down and began to rock herself in the chair.

　　It was then past midnight. The cottages were all dark. There was no sound except the hooting of an old owl and the everlasting voice of the sea, which broke like a mournful lullaby (催眠曲) upon the night.

　　The tears came so fast to Mrs. Pontellier's eyes that the damp sleeve of her nightdress no longer served to dry them. She went on crying there, not caring any longer to dry her face, her eyes, her arms.

　　She could not have told why she was crying. Such experiences as had just happened were not uncommon in her married life. They seemed never before to have weighed much against the abundance (充足) of her husband's kindness and a uniform devotion which had come to be self-understood.

　　An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with vague pain. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly scolding her husband, expressing sadness about Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself.

　　The mosquitoes succeeded in driving away a mood which might have held her there in the darkness half a night longer.

　　The following morning Mr. Pontellier was up in good time to take the carriage which was to convey him to the ship. He was returning to the city to his business, and they would not see him again at the Island till the coming Saturday. He had regained his calmness, which seemed to have been somewhat weakened the night before. He was eager to be gone, as he looked forward to a lively week in the financial center.

1.Mr.Pontellier comes back home from his night out in a/an ______state of mind.

A. excited                   B. confused                                   C. depressed            D. disappointed

2. The writer would most likely describe Mr. Pontellier’s conduct during the evening as ______.

A. impatient and generous                                                  B. enthusiastic and responsible

C. concerned and gentle                        D. inconsiderate and self-centered

3.In paragraphs 8 to 13, Mrs. Pontellier’s reactions to her husband’s behavior suggest that ______.

A. she accepts unquestioningly her role of taking care of the children

B. this is one of the times she has acknowledged her unhappiness with her husband

C. her relationship with her husband is not what has made her depressed

D. she is angry about something that happened before her husband left

第二節(jié)完型填空（共20小題；每小題1.5分，滿(mǎn)分30分）
閱讀下面短文，從短文后所給各題的四個(gè)選項(xiàng)（A、B、C和D）中，選出最佳選項(xiàng)，并在答題卡上將該項(xiàng)涂黑。
I watched as she led him by the hand to the bathroom in the waiting hall of the airport. Although he looked a little confused, he seemed   31   as long as his hand was in hers.
Returning to their seats at the gate, she   32  his hair and buttoned his jacket. He looked nervous and asked, “Where are we going, Mom? What time is it? When will we get to   33   our plane?”
I wondered about the woman’s patience and love. I   34   her take him by the hand when they were finally   35   to board.
Upon finding my seat, I discovered that the three of us would be   36  . I managed to pass the two of them to my window seat and then told him how handsome he looked in his new coat. He   37  . She helped take off his jacket and   38   his seatbelt. He said that he had to go to the   39  again, and she told him that he could last until the end of the   40  .
As the plane started, he became frightened and   41   for her hand. She calmed him down and began talking to him about whom to visit. He was confused about the different   42   they would be seeing, but she patiently repeated who was who   43   he seemed to understand.
We introduced ourselves and   44   the usual things all mothers like to exchange with one another. I   45   she had four children and was on her way to visit one of them.
The hour passed   46  , and soon we were preparing to land. He became frightened again, and she   47   his arm gently. She smiled and hugged him. “I love you, Honey.”
They   48   the plane before I did, the mother never realizing how deeply she had   49  me. I prayed for this remarkable woman and for myself that I would have enough love and   50  to meet whatever challenges came my way, as this extraordinary mother clearly had.
31．A．nervous    B．secure       C．strong        D．confident
32．A．washed     B．dried     C．combed     D．cut
33．A．ride      B．leave     C．see         D．land
34．A．found       B．noticed     C．made       D．watched
35．A．a(chǎn)llowed    B．expected   C．a(chǎn)nnounced        D．believed
36．A．a(chǎn)part     B．together    C．upset       D．different
37．A．cried     B．shook       C．responded   D．smiled
38．A．search      B．loosen      C．fasten        D．set
39．A．cafe     B．shop     C．bathroom   D．a(chǎn)irport
40．A．day      B．flight     C．life         D．patience
41．A．struggled  B．prayed      C．looked       D．reached
42．A．relatives   B．books       C．places        D．children
43．A．until     B．when     C．a(chǎn)fter       D．since
44．A．explained  B．had      C．shared       D．enjoyed
45．A．heard          B．proved      C．knew       D．learned
46．A．slowly      B．quickly     C．silently      D．senselessly
47．A．seized       B．held     C．struck        D．beat
48．A．walked around B．wandered about        C．left for  D．got off
49．A．calmed     B．excited     C．touched     D．confused
50．A．strength    B．quality      C．energy       D．a(chǎn)dvantage

A farmer had some puppies to sell. He painted a sign advertising them on the edge of his yard.One day, a little boy came to buy one of the puppies. With a whistle(口哨), the farmer called, “Here, Dolly!” Out from the doghouse ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy stood against the fence. His eyes danced with delight.
As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, something wrong with its legs, doing its best to catch up.“I want that one,” the little boy said.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, “Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”
With that, the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so, he showed a steel brace(固定器) running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see, sir,  I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”
【小題1】How did the farmer advertise his puppies?

A farmer had some puppies to sell. He painted a sign advertising them on the edge of his yard.
One day, a little boy came to buy one of the puppies. With a whistle（口哨）, the farmer called, “Here, Dolly!” Out from the doghouse ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy stood against the fence（柵欄）. His eyes danced with happiness.
As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, something wrong with its legs, doing its best to catch up.
“I want that one,” the little boy said.
The farmer knelt（跪下）down at the boy's side and said, “Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”
With that, the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so, he showed a steel brace（固定器）running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see, sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”
【小題1】How did the farmer advertise his puppies?

根據(jù)中文提示，完成句子。(共10個(gè)空；每空0.5分，滿(mǎn)分5分)

注意：每個(gè)空格只填1個(gè)單詞。請(qǐng)將答案寫(xiě)在答題卡上相應(yīng)題號(hào)的橫線(xiàn)上。

1.我發(fā)現(xiàn)這里布置的家庭作業(yè)不像我以前在原校時(shí)那么繁重。

I found that the homework was not as heavy __▲__  __▲__ I used to get in my old school.

2.她一進(jìn)房間便坐下來(lái)看書(shū)。

__▲__  __▲__ the room, she sat down and began to read.

3. 爸爸說(shuō)他給我買(mǎi)了一輛新自行車(chē)。我迫不及待地要回家看看。

Dad says he’s bought me a new bike. I __▲__  __▲__ to go home and see it.

4. 媽媽和爸爸外出度假，比預(yù)期的時(shí)間提前一天返回家中。

Mom and Dad arrive back from vacation a day earlier __▲__  __▲__.

5.很多青少年感到孤獨(dú)，好像沒(méi)有人理解他們以及他們正在經(jīng)歷的變化。

Many teenagers feel lonely, as if no one understands them and the changes they are __▲__ __▲__.

It was eleven o'clock that night when Mr. Pontellier returned from his night out. He was in an excellent humor, in high spirits, and very talkative. His entrance awoke his wife, who was in bed and fast asleep when he came in. He talked to her while he undressed, telling her anecdotes and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered during the day. She was overcome with sleep, and answered him with little half utterances.
　　He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, showed so little interest in things which concerned him and valued so little his conversation.
　　Mr. Pontellier had forgotten the candies and peanuts that he had promised the boys. Still, he loved them very much and went into the room where they slept to take a look at them and make sure that they were resting comfortably. The result of his investigation was far from satisfactory. He turned and shifted the youngsters about in bed. One of them began to kick and talk about a basket full of crabs.
　　Mr. Pontellier returned to his wife with the information that Raoul had a high fever and needed looking after. Then he lit his cigar and went and sat near the open door to smoke it.
　　Mrs. Pontellier was quite sure Raoul had no fever. He had gone to bed perfectly well, she said, and nothing had made him sick. Mr. Pontellier was too well familiar with fever symptoms to be mistaken. He assured her the child was burning with fever at that moment in the next room.
　　He reproached his wife with her inattention, her habitual neglect of the children. If it was not a mother's place to look after children, whose on earth was it? He himself had his hands full with his business. He could not be in two places at once; making a living for his family on the street, and staying home to see that no harm done to them. He talked in a dull, repeated and insistent way.
　　Mrs. Pontellier sprang out of bed and went into the next room. She soon came back and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning her head down on the pillow. She said nothing, and refused to answer her husband when he questioned her. When his cigar was smoked out, he went to bed, and in half a minute was fast asleep.
　　Mrs. Pontellier was by that time thoroughly awake. She began to cry a little, and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her nightdress. She went out on the porch, where she sat down and began to rock herself in the chair.
　　It was then past midnight. The cottages were all dark. There was no sound except the hooting of an old owl and the everlasting voice of the sea, which broke like a mournful lullaby (催眠曲) upon the night.
　　The tears came so fast to Mrs. Pontellier's eyes that the damp sleeve of her nightdress no longer served to dry them. She went on crying there, not caring any longer to dry her face, her eyes, her arms.
　　She could not have told why she was crying. Such experiences as had just happened were not uncommon in her married life. They seemed never before to have weighed much against theabundance (充足) of her husband's kindness and a uniform devotion which had come to be self-understood.
　　An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with vague pain. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly scolding her husband, expressing sadness about Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself.
　　The mosquitoes succeeded in driving away a mood which might have held her there in the darkness half a night longer.
　　The following morning Mr. Pontellier was up in good time to take the carriage which was to convey him to the ship. He was returning to the city to his business, and they would not see him again at the Island till the coming Saturday. He had regained his calmness, which seemed to have been somewhatweakened the night before. He was eager to be gone, as he looked forward to a lively week in the financial center.
【小題1】Mr.Pontellier comes back home from his night out in a/an ______state of mind.

1..對(duì)他來(lái)說(shuō)要在這么短的時(shí)間內(nèi)做好準(zhǔn)備真是不容易。

It was really a_____ for him to get ready in such a short time.

2.. 他一進(jìn)房間便坐下看書(shū)。

______ _______ the room, he sat down and began to read.

3.. 如果地址有任何變化請(qǐng)告知我們。

Please ______ us ______ any changes in the address.

4.. 你應(yīng)該下周二早上交作業(yè)。

You ____  _____ ______ hand in your homework next Tuesday morning.

5.. 男孩和女孩在這方面往往有多不同。

Boys and girls ______ ______ be different in this________.

6..我發(fā)現(xiàn)這里布置的家庭作業(yè)不像我以前在學(xué)校時(shí)那么繁重。

I found that the homework was _____ _____ ______ as _____ I _____ to get in my old school.

A farmer had some puppies to sell. He painted a sign advertising them on the edge of his yard.One day, a little boy came to buy one of the puppies. With a whistle(口哨), the farmer called, “Here, Dolly!” Out from the doghouse ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy stood against the fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, something wrong with its legs, doing its best to catch up.“I want that one,” the little boy said.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, “Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”

With that, the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so, he showed a steel brace(固定器) running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see, sir,  I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”

1.How did the farmer advertise his puppies?

A．Advertise them in the newspaper.

B．Put up a sign in his yard.

C．Show them to his neighbors.

D．Send pictures to a magazine.

2.The underlined words “four little balls of fur” refer to “______”.

A．four toy balls                           B．four balls made of fur

C．four lovely dogs                        D．four puppies with no fur

3.Why did the boy choose the last dog?

A．Because they have something in common.

B．Because he didn't have enough money.

C．Because it was the most lovely one.

D．Because the farmer wouldn't sell other dogs.

4.According to the story, we know that the boy .

A．didn't like dogs at all                     B．needed a dog to help him

C．could run as fast as others                 D．had an artificial(假的) leg

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the sad eyes of a little boy.
“Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies." 
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of his neck, “these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty- nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”  
"Sure," said the farmer.
And with that he let out a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.
As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this one noticeably smaller.
Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."
With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.
"How much?" asked the little boy.
"No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands. It's National Friendship Week.
【小題1】How many baby pups did the farmer have for sale?

第三部分閱讀（共兩節(jié)，滿(mǎn)分40分）
第一節(jié)：閱讀理解（共15小題，每小題2分，滿(mǎn)分30分）閱讀下列短文，從每題所給的A、B、C、D項(xiàng)中，選出最佳選項(xiàng)，并在答題卡上將該項(xiàng)涂黑
Immediately I got up and dressed, stuck my violin under my jacket, and went out into the streets to try my luck. I wandered about for an hour, looking for a likely spot, feeling as though I were about to commit a crime. Then I stopped at last under a bridge near the station and decided to have a try.
I felt tense and nervous. One moment I was part of the hurrying crowds, the next I stood apart, my back to the wall, my hat on the pavement before me, the violin under my chin.
The first notes I played were loud and raw, then they settled down and began to run more smoothly. To my surprise I was neither caught nor told to shut up. Indeed, nobody took any notice at all. Then an old man without stopping secretly threw a penny into my hat, as if getting rid of some guilty evidence.
Other pennies followed, slowly but steadily, dropped by shadows who appeared not to see or hear me. It seemed too easy, like a secret trick.
I worked there for several days, gradually getting the truths of the trade by trial and error（反復(fù)試驗(yàn)）.It was not a good thing, for example, to let the hat fill up with money; nor was it wise to empty it completely. Placing a couple of pennies in the hat to start the thing going soon became a regular rule.
41．When he first began to play the violin, he expected           .
A．to get into trouble                                                               B．to play better than he did
C．people to stop and listen to him             D．to be told to move somewhere else
42．The first man who gave him money           .
A．was too busy to stop                            B．wanted to get rid of him               
C．dropped the money by mistake              D．did not want to attract attention
43．He gradually became confident that day because           .
A．nobody looked at him                          B．he played the violin very well       
C．people continued to give him money      D．he earned a lot of money
44．On the following days, he           .
A．made a lot of mistakes                         B．learned how to do the job better    
C．get better at playing the violin               D．did not make so much money
45．He found that the best way of encouraging people to give him money was to          .
A．play in different streets                        B．leave all the money in the hat        
C．empty the hat at regular times               D．leave a small amount of money in the hat

語(yǔ)法填空（共10小題；每小題1.5分，滿(mǎn)分15分）

    閱讀下面短文，按照句子結(jié)構(gòu)的語(yǔ)法性和上下文連貫的要求，在空格處填入一個(gè)適當(dāng)?shù)脑~或使用括號(hào)中詞語(yǔ)的正確形式填空，并將答案填寫(xiě)在答題卡標(biāo)號(hào)為1~10的相應(yīng)位置上。

         A farmer once organized a competition between his dog and his rabbit. He dug a hole in one of his biggest fields, and hid a carrot and a bone in it. He wanted to see ___1___ animal would find them first.

         The ___2__ (cheer) and optimistic rabbit threw himself into looking for the carrot, __3___ (dig) here and there, totally convinced that he would find it. But the dog, after sniffing around for a bit, ___4___ (lie) down and began to complain about how difficult it, was to find one bone in such a big field.

         The rabbit dug ___5__ hours, and with every new hole the dog complained even more about how difficult this was, even for the rabbit. ___6___ the rabbit thought that each hole dug was one hole less that needed digging. When there was no place in the whole field ___7__ (leave) to dig, the rabbit dug a tunnel right to __8___ the dog had been lying all the time. There he found the carrot and the bone.

                  This is how the dog lost the game. He had come to ___9__ right place at the very beginning but failed to find the bone ___10___ he only complained and didn't try at all.

基礎(chǔ)訓(xùn)練篇（13）

Xiao Mao is a primary school student and he enjoys (1)_____ (draw) very much.

One day, he went to the small woods not far (2)___________ town to draw from nature, carrying a drawing board. He was glad to find a tree living (3)____________ the rest had been cut down. “Let me start work at (4)___________” he thought and began to set up his (5)_____________.

Just then a strong young man came (6)_________a big axe and got down to (7)___________ (cut) the tree. Soon he cut it down and pulled it away.

When Xiao Mao got (8)__________ and turned back to draw, he found the tree had (9)________________ (disappear).

“Dear me ! Where on earth is the tree ? ” Xiao Mao wondered, very (10) ______________(disappoint).

Though I have traveled in hundreds of trains, few unusual things have ever happened to me. But one day in a train something did happen. I do not mean that I was hurt: no one was hurt.
I do my work in a hot country far away from England. Every September I go there to do my business, and every July I come back to England to have a rest. So every September I go to Paris and take a train from the great French city to Mendova, and at Mendova I catch my ship.
There is one very fast train from Paris to Mendova, and it suits me well. It goes as far as Endoran, but it stops at Mendova for a few minutes to let travelers get out or in. It is called The Flying Bluebird. It reaches Mendova at seven minutes past nine in the morning, and it is never late.
A ship leaves Mendova at half past eleven, and so you will understand that The Flying Bluebird suits me very well. I always travel by it, and I have nearly two and a half hours at Mendova to go from the station to the ship. That is more than enough time.
Well, one September night, I took my place in The Flying Bluebird as usual. The train leaves Paris at nine o’clock every night, and I was in my place soon after half past eight. There were three or four people there with me, but very soon a lot of others got into the train. When no more people could sit down, they began to stand up near us and also in the corridor（走廊）. In a short time the corridor was full too, and it was impossible for any more travelers to get into the train.
I could see a lot of other people outside the corridor windows, but they could not get in, and the train left Paris without them. The man sitting next to me started to ask all kinds of questions: “Where do you work? How long does it take you to get there? Are you married? How many children do you have? How much money do they pay you every year? How much do you have in the bank? How much do you spend every month?”
He asked questions for about twenty minutes but I did not give him any clear answers, and at last he stopped and began to read the paper.
I usually sleep quite well in the train, but this time I slept only a little. There were too many people, and there were too many things: small bags, large bags, coats, hats, boxes, newspapers and food. As usual, we got angry about the window. Most people wanted it shut, and two of us wanted it open. But that always happens. It was shut all night, as usual.
When I awoke in the early morning I felt hot and dirty, and glad that the journey was reaching its end. At seven minutes past nine The Flying Bluebird stopped. We were at Mendova, and I stood up thankfully. I took my two suitcases, held one in each hand, and tried to move towards the door into the corridor. In order to get out of the train, I had to pass down the corridor to the door at the far end. There was no other way out.
I could not even into the corridor. There was a suitcase on the floor by my feet, and three men were standing in my way. I felt a touch of fear. I had to get out, you see; I had to catch my ship, which left at half past eleven. And the train did not stop again until it reached Endoran, two hundred miles away.
“I must get out!” I cried. Everyone there understood me, but no one could move.
At last I was able to put one foot over the suitcase on the floor, and I nearly reached the door into the corridor. But then, very slowly, the train began to move. It was taking me away!
“Stop!” I cried. “I want to get out!” But no one outside the train could hear me, and the people inside did not care much. The train moved a little faster. What could I do? I was not even in the corridor.
Fear made me think quickly. In front of my eyes, just, above the door, was a notice that told everyone how to stop the train. I had to pull an iron thing near the notice. I did not waste time. I pulled it.
Well, a noise started above our heads. That was to show everyone that there was something wrong. It was not a small sound. Possibly the men in my ship two miles away could hear it. Then the train stopped.
No one likes to stop a train if there is no need. But I had to catch my ship. That was the only thought in my mind: to get out and catch my ship.
【小題1】The purpose of the author writing the first paragraph is to __________.