At the time my son was born in 1956, I shared a hospital room with a young woman who bore a boy on the same day. Partly because my parents  46 a shop selling flowers, the room was soon  47  with the lovely scent of roses.

　  As the seventh floral arrangement was   48  , I was beginning to feel  49 , for no flowers had arrived for my roommate, Ann. She sat on the edge of her bed and leaned forward to admire the  50  bouquet. She was a pretty young woman, yet there was something about her large, brown eyes that made me think she had known too much  51 , too much sadness for one so young. I had the feeling she had always had to admire someone else’  52  .

　 “I’m enjoying every  53 of this”, she said as though she had read my   54  and was trying to reassure me. “Wasn’t I the lucky one to get you for a   55 ？”

　  I still felt uncomfortable, however.  56   there were some magic button I could push to  57   the sadness in her eyes. Well, I thought, at least,I can see that she has some flowers. When my mother and father came to see me that day, I asked them to send  58 some.

　　The flowers arrived just   59  Ann and I were finishing supper.

　　“More flowers for you,” she said,   60  .

　　“No, not this time,” I said, looking at the     61   “These are for you.”

　　Ann stared at the blossoms a long time, not saying anything. She ran her 62  across the pale blue bouquets and  63 touched each of the sweet roses as though trying to engrave（刻画） them on her 64 .

　　“How can I ever thank you” she said softly.

I was almost embarrassed. It was such a little    65  on my part.

Once again, I was in a new school. So was a girl in my class named Phoebe. That’s   36  the similaritiesended.

I was tall and she was small. I was one of the oldest in the class while she was the youngest. I was   37 and shy. She wasn’t. I couldn’t   38  her, considering her my enemy. But she wanted to be friends.

One day, she invited me over and I said yes — I was too   39  to say no. Actually no one has invited me over to play before. But this girl, who wore the latest fashion, wanted to see me.

She lived on the fourth floor in a two-room place with her mother, her stepfather, her two brothers and her sister. When we got to the room she shared with her sister, she took out a big case of Barbies（芭比娃娃）- which was my next   40 . I would have thought she’d outgrown them. I had never played with them. But we sat on the floor of a walk-in cupboard laughing as we made up crazy stories about the Barbies. That’s   41  we found out that we both wanted to be writers when we were older. We both had wild   42 .

We had a great day that afternoon. Our jaws ached from   43  so much. She showed me her outfits, which had mostly come from a designer clothing store down the block. The woman who owned it used her   44  a model sometimes for her newspaper ads and gave her clothes in exchange.

Phoebe had the whole neighborhood   45 . The bookstore owners lent her fashion magazines, the movie theater gave her free passes and the pizza place let her have free slices. Soon I was included in her magic world. We slept over at each other's houses and spent every free moment together. My dark hair grew out and I learned to love being   46 .

Phoebe, my first real friend since childhood, helped me get through the through teenage years and taught me an amazing and very surprising thing about making friends: your “worst enemy” can   47  to be your best friend.

1.                A．how           B．why            C．that  D．where

2.                A．beautiful        B．awkward        C．brave    D．clever

3.                A．like            B．hate           C．stand D．help

4.                A．shocked        B．worried         C．shamed   D．happy

5.                A．surprise        B．puzzle          C．issue D．question

6.                A．where         B．how           C．when D．why

7.                A．profile         B．imagination      C．image    D．thinking

8.                A．crying          B．shouting        C．smiling   D．doing

9.                A．for            B．from           C．of   D．as

10.               A．confused       B．charmed        C．addicted   D．annoyed

11.               A．short          B．high           C．funny D．tall

12.               A．turn out        B．look out        C．watch out  D．work out

The Best Holiday
I was unbelievably proud of my nine-year-old daughter, Emily.  36  to buy a mountain bike, she’d been saving her pocket money all year, as well as doing small jobs to earn extra money.
By Thanksgiving , she had collected only $49. I said, “ You  37 have your pick from my bicycle  38  ”. “Thanks, Daddy. But your bikes are so old. ” She was right. All my girls’ bikes were 1950s models, not the kind a kid today would   39 choose.
As Christmas  40 near, Emily and I went bike shopping . As we left one store, she  41 a Salvation Army volunteer standing next to a big pot. “Can we give something, Daddy?” She asked. “Sorry, Em, I’m out of   42    . ”
Throughout December, Emily continued to work hard. Then one day, she made a  43 announcement. “You know all the money I’ve been saving?” she said hesitantly. “I’m going to give it to the poor people.” So one cold morning before Christmas, Emily handed her total savings of $58 to a volunteer who was really very  44   .
45  by Emily’s selflessness, I decided to contribute  46 of my old bicycles to a car dealer who was collecting used bikes for poor children.  47 I selected a shiny model from my collection, however, it seemed as if a second bike took on a glow. Should I contribute two? No, one would be enough. But I couldn’t  48  the feeling that I should give a second bike. When I later  49 the bikes, the car dealer said, “You’re making two kids very  50  , sir . Here are your tickets. For each bicycle contributed, we’re   51  away one chance to win a girl’s mountain bike. ”
Why wasn’t I surprised when that second ticket proved to be the 52   ? I like to think it was God’s way of  53  a little girl for a sacrifice  54  her year--while giving her dad a lesson in the  55  .

Many Tuesday mornings. I have coffee with my father. Although my father is a man of few words, I really   1 the time along with him.
One recent Tuesday, I found it a bit  2 when I rang the doorbell, no one seemed to be home. I climbed in through the window, noticing the lights that shone from the kitchen, and  3 that my dad must be there, but he wasn’t. I  4 through his home, checking every room. I tried not to   5 . Yet, upstairs, downstairs, no Dad anywhere.
I was worried .   6 , my father was seventy-one years old. Anything could have happened to him. Then, I got in my car and drove to my mother’s aerobics（有氧运动）class.
On the drive, I thought a lot about my father and our  7 together. Suddenly, I was three years old and he was   8 me up to the living room window to see the Christmas lights. In his  9 , I was safe and secure. At age ten, he used to wake me up with warm breakfast in bed. Then I was twelve and my dad was   10 all the kids at my birthday party with his magic tricks. I was so   11 of my father for being so  12 and talented. He’d made my party a  13 .
As I entered my mother’s class. I was nervous. My mom looked at me in   14.
“Mom, where’s Dad?” I asked, “He’s working in the   15 on the side of the house!” she answered.
And I hurried to my car and   16 back to the yard. “Hey, Dad!” I yelled out and told him about my fears of the last half hour. My dad  17 laughing his typical laugh that was always  18 . I was so thankful that I still had my daddy. And so , as I  19 the door to my father’s house, we went inside for our usual cup of coffee.
Thanks, Daddy, for all the   20 and more importantly, for all your love.

Once again, I was in a new school. So was a girl in my class named Paris. That's where the similarities ended.

I was tall and she was small. My thick, black hair had been recently cut short. Her natural blonde hair flowed to her waist and looked great. I was awkward and shy. She wasn't. I couldn't stand her. I considered her my enemy. She liked me. She wanted to be friends.

One day, she invited me over and I said yes — I was too shocked to answer any other way. No one had invited me over to play. But this girl who wore the latest fashions wanted me to go home with her after school.

I got very surprised when she led me into an apartment building. She lived on the fourth floor in a two-room place with her mother, her stepfather, her two brothers and her sister.

When we got to the room she shared with her sister, she took out a big case of Barbies — which was my next surprise. I would have thought she'd outgrown them. I had never played with them. But we sat on the floor of a walk-in closet, laughing as we made up crazy stories about the Barbies. That's when we found out that we both wanted to be writers when we were older and we both had wild imaginations.

We had a great day that afternoon. Our jaws ached from smiling so much. She showed me her wardrobe, which had mostly come from a designer clothing store down the block. The woman who owned it used her as a model sometimes for her newspaper ads and gave her clothes in exchange.

Paris had the whole neighborhood charmed. The bookstore owners lent her fashion magazines, the movie theater gave her free passes and the pizza place let her have free slices. Soon I was included in her magic world. We slept over at each other's houses, spent every free moment together. My dark hair grew out and I learned to love being tall.

Paris, my first real friend since childhood, taught me an amazing and very surprising thing about making friends: that your worst enemy can turn out to be your best friend.

1.The writer and Paris were similar in that      .

A. they were both new students

B. both of them were friendly

C. both of them were tall

D. they were both the youngest in class

2.In the article the writer described Paris as a girl who was      .

A. awkward and shy  B. fashionable and proud

C. quiet and lonely  D. friendly and lovely

3.What did the writer learn from Paris?

A. How to make best use of her neighborhood.

B. How to dress and look fashionable.

C. How to become a good writer

D. How to make friends.

4.From the article, we can see that through her friendship with Paris, the writer      .

A. found she and Paris had more similarities than differences

B. was able to fit in at her new school with Paris’ help

C. was not so awkward or shy as before

D. learned more about fashion herself