The sun was shining when I got on No. 151 bus. We passengers sat jammed in heavy clothes. No one spoke. That’s one of the 36 rules. Although we see the same faces every day, we prefer to 37 behind our newspapers. People who sit so close together are using those thin sheets of newsprint to keep their 38.

As the bus came near the Mile, a 39 suddenly rang out, “40! This is your driver speaking.” We 41 the back of the driver’s head. “Put your papers down. All of you.” The 42 came down. “Now, turn and face the person next to you. Go 43.” 

Surprisingly we all did it. Still no one smiled. I faced an older woman, her head wrapped in a red scarf. I saw her 44 every day. Our eyes met. We waited for the next  45 from the driver. “Now repeat after me. Good morning, neighbor!”

Our voices were 46. For many of us, these were the 47 words we had spoken that day. But we said them together, like 48, to the strangers beside us. We couldn’t help 49. There was the feeling of relief(解脱) that we were not being robbed. Moreover, there was the sense of ice being 50. “Good morning, neighbor.” It was not so 51 after all. Some of us repeated it, others shook hands, and many laughed.

The bus driver said nothing more. He didn’t 52 to. Not a single newspaper went back up. I heard laughter, a warm sound I had 53 heard before in bus No. 151.

When I 54 my stop, I said goodbye to my seatmate, and then jumped off the bus. That day I was 55 off happily.

The sun was shining when I got on No.151 Bus. We passengers sat jammed together in heavy clothes. No one spoke. That’s one of the  36  rules, which we take for granted(对…不予重视). 37  we see the same faces every day, we prefer to  38  behind our newspapers. People who sit so close together are using those thin sheets of newsprint to keep their   39   .

   As the bus came near the Mile, a   40     suddenly rang out “ 41   ! This is your driver speaking.” We looked at the back of the driver’s head. “Put your papers down. All of you.” The  42     came down. “Now, turn and face the person next to you. Go   __43     .”

   Surprisingly we all did it. Still no one smiled. I faced an older woman, her head wrapped in a red scarf(围巾).I saw her   44     every day. Our eyes met .We waited for the next   45    from the driver. “Now repeat after me. Good morning neighbor!”

   Our voice were   46    .For many of us, these were the   47      words we had spoken that day. But we said them together, like   48    , to the strangers beside us. We couldn’t help 49     .There was the feeling of relief, that we were not being held up（抢劫）. But more, there was the sense of ice being   50     . “Good morning, neighbor.” It was not so   51      after all. Some of us repeated it, others shook hands, many laughed. The bus driver said nothing more. He didn’t   52     to. Not a single newspaper went back up. I heard laughter, a warm sound I had never heard before in   53     .

   When I reached my stop, I said   54       to my seatmate, and then jumped off the bus. That day was   55       off better than most.

A. unwritten               B.  strict                C.  bus                      D. city

A. As                    B.  Because               C.  Although                 D. When   

A. read                     B. hide               C.  talk                        D. sit    

A. ways                     B. methods            C.  respect                    D. distance

A. voice                 B. warning            C.  suggestion                   D. message 

A. Attention                   B. Minding       C.  Help                      D. Listen

A. driver                B. passengers      C.  papers                  D. tears

A. on                      B. round                C.  ahead                     D. down

A. still                    B.  nearly                  C.  even                       D. hardly

A. turn                     B.  talk                     C.  order                      D. remark

A. loud                    B.  neat                 C.  slow                       D. weak

A. first                     B.  last               C.  best                        D. only

A. passengers            B.  citizens            C.  patients              D. schoolchildren

A. smiling                    B.  crying              C. shouting                D. wondering

A. formed                    B.  heated              C.  broken                    D. frozen

A. sad                      B.  hard                C.  ordinary                 D. shy

A. need                 B.  want               C.  like                       D. begin

A. my life                    B. other words      C.  public                         D. Bus 151    

A. good morning      B.  good-bye         C.  hello                      D. thanks

A. starting               B.  seeing              C.  taking                    D. turning

The sun was shining when I got on No. 332 bus. We passengers sat jammed together in heavy clothes. No one spoke. That’s one of the 1 rules. Although we see the same faces every day, we prefer to 2 behind our newspapers. People who sit so close together are suing those thin 3 of newsprint to keep their distance.

As the bus came near the Mile, a 4 suddenly rang out: “ 5! This is your driver speaking.” Stillness, we looked at all the back of the driver’s head. “Put your papers down. All of you.” The 6 came down. “Now, turn and face the person next to you. Go 7.”

Surprisingly we all did it. Still no one smiled. I face an older woman, her head wrapped 8 a red scarf. I saw her nearly every day. Our eyes met. We waited for the next 9 from the driver. “Now repeat after me. Good morning, neighbor!”

Our voices were 10. For many of us, these were the 11 words we had spoken that day. But we said hen together, like 12, to the strangers beside us. We couldn’t help 13. there was feeling of relief (解脱), that we were not being 14. But more, there was the sense of ice being 15. “Good morning, neighbor.” It was not so hard after all. Some of us repeated it, others shook hands, many laughed.

The bus driver said nothing more. He didn’t 16 to. Not a single newspaper went 17. I heard laughter, a warm sound I had never heard before in 18.

When I reached my stop, I said 19 to my seatmate, and then jumped off the bus. That day was 20 off better than most.