Animals suffered at the hands of Man ___ they were destroyed by people to make way for agricultural had to provide food for more people.

A.in which                              B.for which                       C.so that                  D.in that

"A child is dying---out of breath!" I had just begun my working day in the city, when these words came through the radio of the police car I was driving. I turned on the red lights and siren(警笛)and drove off as fast as I could. "Just my luck!" I thought. I didn't know this city well and my first call of the day was a life-and-death sudden happening, several kilometers away.

I got to the house. A mother, filled with fear, handed me her baby, his face already blue. Was I too late? Dear me!

I did what had been taught to do in such a serious condition. A small thing flew out of the baby's mouth on to the floor. It was a button. Thank heaven! The holes in it let a little air through.

A doctor rushed into the room. He had with him an oxygen bag.

The child began to cry at the top of his voice, burned red and started to look for his mother. He was angry but was saved.

1.The writer of the story is _______.

A．a policeman        B．a driver           C．a doctor           D．the boy's father

2.The writer turned on the red lights and siren in order to _____.

A．show that he was a police car

B．have the people in the streets make way for him

C．warn the people in the streets of the danger ahead

D．tell the people in the streets that he did not know the way well

3.The baby was still living when the writer got to the house because _______.

A．the writer arrived in time

B．the writer had been taught what to do at that time

C．the button was not big enough

D．the button happened to have holes in it

4.What worried the writer all the way to the dying child ?

A．He was afraid to come too late to save the child.

B．It was a sudden happening and he was too young.

C．Any people might be knocked down or killed by his car.

D．He was afraid that he could not have the button taken out.

About this time every year, I get very nostalgic(怀旧的). Walking through my neighborhood on a fall afternoon reminds me of a time not too long ago when sounds of children filled the air, children playing games on a hill, and throwing leaves around in the street below. I was one of those children, carefree and happy. I live on a street that is only one block long. I have lived on the same street for sixteen years. I love my street. One side has six houses on it, and the other has only two houses, with a small hill in the middle and a huge cottonwood tree on one end. When I think of home, I think of my street. Only I see it as it was before. Unfortunately things change. One day, not long ago, I looked around and saw how different everything has become. Life on my street will never be the same because neighbors are quickly grown old, friends are growing up and leaving, and the city is planning to destroy my precious hill and sell the property to contractors.
It is hard for me to accept that many of my wonderful neighbors are growing old and won’t be around much longer. I have fond memories of the couple across the street, who sat together on their porch swing almost every evening, the widow next door who yelled at my brother and me for being too loud, and the crazy old man in a black suit who drove an old car. In contrast to those people, the people I see today are very old neighbors who have seen better days. The man in the black suit says he wants to die, and another neighbor just sold his house and moved into a nursing home. The lady who used to yell at us is too tired to bother any more, and the couple across the street rarely go out to their front porch these days. It is difficult to watch these precious people as they near the end of their lives because at once I thought they would live forever.
The “comings and goings” of the younger generation of my street are now mostly “goings” as friends and peers move on. Once upon a time, my life and the lives of my peers revolved around home. The boundary of our world was the gutter at the end of the street. We got pleasure from playing night games or from a breathtaking ride on a tricycle. Things are different now, as my friends become adults and move on. Children who rode tricycles now drive cars. The kids who once played with me now have new interests and values as they go their separate ways. Some have gone away to college like me, a few got married, two went into the army, and one went to prison. Watching all these people grow up and go away makes me long for the good old days.
Perhaps the biggest change on my street is the fact that the city is going to turn my precious hill into several lots for now homes. For sixteen years, the view out of my kitchen window has been a view of that hill. The hill was a fundamental part of my childhood life; it was the hub of social activity for the children of my street. We spent hours there building forts, sledding, and playing tag. The view out of my kitchen window now is very different; it is one of tractors and dump trucks tearing up the hill. When the hill goes, the neighborhood will not be the same. It is a piece of my childhood. It is a visual reminder of being a kid. Without the hill, my street will be just another pea in the pod.
There was a time when my street was my world, and I thought my world would never change. But something happened. People grow up, and people grow old. Places changes, and with the change comes the heartache of knowing I can never go back to the times I loved. In a year or so, I will be gone just like many of my neighbors. I will always look back to my years as a child, but the place I remember will not be the silent street whose peace is interrupted by the sounds of construction. It will be the happy, noisy, somewhat strange, but wonderful street I knew as a child.
【小题1】The writer calls up the memory of the street _____________.

 When studying in a middle school，I read a quote that went something like：“If you live each day as if it were your last，someday you’ll most certainly be right. ”It made a deep   36 on me, and since then, for the past 33 years，I have  37 in the mirror every morning and asked myself：“If today were the last day of my life，  3 8 I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a  39 ，I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be  40 soon is the most important tool I’ve ever known to help me make the big  41 in life because almost everything falls away in the face of death，  42 only what is truly important.

About a year ago I was  43 with cancer. My doctor even advised me to go home and get my affairs   44 order，which is a doctor’s way of telling people to prepare to die. I  45 with that diagnosis all day.   46 ，at last an advanced test showed that it was a very rare cancer that is  47 with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

 48 wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all  49 . No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be，because death is very likely the single best invention of  50 . It is life's change agent. It clears out the old to  51 for the new. Right now the new is you. But someday not too  52 from now，you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic，but it is quite true.

Your time is  53 ，so don’t waste it living someone else’s 1ife. Don’t be  54 by dogma(教条) —which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner  55 . And most importantly，have the courage to follow your heart.

My family and I lived across the street from Southway park since I was four years old.Then just last year the city put a chain link fence around the park and started bulldozing(用推土机推平)the trees and grass to make way for a new apartment complex.When I saw the fence and bulldozers，I asked myself，“Why don't they just leave it alone？”

Looking back，I think what sentenced the park to oblivion(被遗忘)was the drought(旱灾)we had about four years ago.Up until then，Southway Park was a nice green park with plenty of trees and a public swimming pool.My friends and I rollerskated on the sidewalks，climbed the trees，and swam in the pool all the years I was growing up.The park was almost like my own yard.Then the summer I was fifteen the drought came and things changed.

There had been almost no rain at all that year.The city stopped watering the park grass.Within a few weeks I found myself living across the street from a huge brown desert.Leaves fell off the park trees，and pretty soon the trees started dying，too.Next，the park swimming pool was closed.The city cut down on the work force that kept the park，and pretty soon it just got too ugly and dirty to enjoy anymore.

As the drought lasted into the fall，the park got worse every month.The rubbish piled up or blew across the brown grass.Soon the only people in the park were beggars and other people down on their luck.People said drugs were being sold or traded there now.The park had gotten scary，and my mother told us kids not to go there anymore.

The drought finally ended and things seemed to get back to normal，that is，everything but the park.It had gotten into such bad shape that the city just let it stay that way.Then about six months ago I heard that the city was going to“redevelop”certain worn­out areas of the city.It turned out that the city had planned to get rid of the park，sell the land and let someone build rows of apartment buildings on it.

The chain­link fencing and the bulldozers did their work.Now we live across the street from six rows of apartment buildings.Each of them is three units high and stretches a block in each direction.The neighborhood has changed without the park.The streets I used to play in are jammed with cars now.Things will never be the same again.Sometimes_I_wonder，though，what_changes_another_drought_would_make_in_the_way_things_are_today.

59．How did the writer feel when he saw the fence and bulldozers?

A．Scared.      B．Confused. 

C．Upset.     D．Curious.

60．Why was the writer told not to go to the park by his mother?

A．It was being rebuilt.

B．It was dangerous.

C．It became crowded.

D．It had turned into a desert.

61．According to the writer，what eventually brought about the disappearance of the park?

A．The drought.

B．The crime.

C．The beggars and the rubbish.

D．The decisions of the city.

62．The last sentence of the passage implies that if another drought came，________.

A．the situation would be much worse

B．people would have to desert their homes

C．the city would be fully prepared in advance

D．the city would have to redevelop the neighborhood