When I was young, I went looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make a rich strike. But I did discover a beautiful part of the country called Stanislau. Like Heaven on Earth, it had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. By the time I arrived, the charming paradise had been deserted because miners’ good luck didn’t last.

Then, I realized I was not alone after all.

A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of his little house. Its front yard was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind.

Still smiling, the man invited me inside. My spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. And on little tables there were seashells, books and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The delight in my heart showed on my face. The man read my thoughts. “All her work.” He said affectionately, “Nothing here hasn’t felt the touch of her hand.”

One picture on the wall was not hanging straight. He went to fix it. He stepped back several times to make sure the picture was straight. Then he gave it a gentle touch. “She always does that,” he explained, “It is like the finishing pat a mother gives her child’s hair after she has brushed it. I don’t know why I do it. I just do it.”

As he talked, I went to a little black-walnut shelf that held a small picture of the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness in the woman’s expression. The man stared at the picture. “Nineteen her last birthday. That was the day we married. When you see her...ah, just wait until you meet her!” “Where is she now?” I asked. “Oh, she is away visiting her parents. This is Wednesday,” he said slowly. “She will be back on Saturday, in the evening.”

That night, I stayed. The man told me his name was Henry.

Thursday evening we had two visitors, Tom and Joe. “We just drop over to ask when little madam is coming home. Any news from her?” “Oh yes,” the man replied. “A letter.” He took a yellowed letter out of his wallet and read it. It was full of loving messages. While reading, he glimpsed his friends and cried out, “Oh no, you are doing it again, Tom! Take your hands away and let me see your eyes. I’m going to tell her this time!” “No, you mustn’t do that, Henry,” the grey-haired miner said. “I am getting old. And any little sorrow makes me cry. Lord, we miss her so.”

Saturday finally came.

I was glad to see his two friends, Tom and Joe, with guitars, coming down the road as the sun began to set. They put the flowers they brought in vases and began to play some fast and lively songs.

Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey. When I reached for one of the two remaining glasses, Tom stopped my arm. “Drop that! Take the other.” he whispered. I did so. Henry was served last. He had hardly swallowed his drink when the clock struck midnight. His face grew pale and paler. “Boys,” he said, “I am sick with fear. Help! I want to lie down.” Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth.

In a moment, those handy men had his clothes off and tucked him into his bed. They seemed to be getting ready to leave. So I said, “Please don’t go, gentlemen. She won’t know me. I am a stranger.” They glanced at each other. Then Joe said, “She? Poor thing, she’s been dead nineteen years!” “Dead?” I whispered. “That or worse.” he said.

“She went to see her folks half a year after she got married. On her way back, on a Saturday evening in June, when she was almost here, the Indians captured her. She’s never been heard of since. Henry went insane. But he only gets bad when that time of year comes round. Then we drop in here, three days before she’s due, to encourage him up and listen to him read the letter. Saturday we all come and get everything ready for a dance. We’ve done it for nineteen years. The first Saturday there were twenty-seven of us, but only two now. We drug him to sleep through the night. Then he’s all right for another year.”

The two old men opened the door and disappeared into the darkness of Stanislau.

1.You can sense the existence of a woman from the following sentences EXCEPT “______”.

A. Soft winds touched the trees in Stanislau.

B. There was a bright rug on the shining wooden floor.

C. There were seashells, books and china vases full of flowers.

D. A little black shelf held a small picture of a woman.

2.Tom cried when Henry read the yellowed letter, because ______.

A. he was getting older and older

B. he was moved by the loving messages in the letter

C. he felt sad at the thought of Henry’s wife

D. he was disappointed that Henry’s wife would arrive so late

3.Tom stopped my reaching for whiskey because ______.

A. there was not enough whiskey for Henry                B. he didn’t want me to get drunk

C. that glass of whiskey was drugged                    D. it was for Henry’s wife

4.The underlined word “insane” probably means “______”.

A. depressed                   B. disappointed            C. mad                 D. sick

5.It can be inferred from the passage that ______.

A. Henry’s wife was 38 when she was last seen

B. Tom and Joe have heard the letter many times

C. the author stayed in Henry’s house because he was lost

D. the two miners came on Saturday to share past memories

6.The story is mainly about ______.

A. ever-lasting love                                                      B. lifelong friendship

C. an unforgettable experience                                               D. charming Stanislau

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make a rich strike. But I did discover a beautiful part of the country called Stanislau. Like Heaven on Earth, it had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. By the time I arrived, the charming paradise had been deserted because miners’ good luck didn’t last.

Then, I realized I was not alone after all.

A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of his little house. Its front yard was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind.

Still smiling, the man invited me inside. My spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. And on little tables there were seashells, books and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The delight in my heart showed on my face. The man read my thoughts. “All her work.” He said affectionately, “Nothing here hasn’t felt the touch of her hand.”

One picture on the wall was not hanging straight. He went to fix it. He stepped back several times to make sure the picture was straight. Then he gave it a gentle touch. “She always does that,” he explained, “It is like the finishing pat a mother gives her child’s hair after she has brushed it. I don’t know why I do it. I just do it.”

As he talked, I went to a little black-walnut shelf that held a small picture of the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness in the woman’s expression. The man stared at the picture. “Nineteen her last birthday. That was the day we married. When you see her...ah, just wait until you meet her!” “Where is she now?” I asked. “Oh, she is away visiting her parents. This is Wednesday,” he said slowly. “She will be back on Saturday, in the evening.”

That night, I stayed. The man told me his name was Henry.

Thursday evening we had two visitors, Tom and Joe. “We just drop over to ask when little madam is coming home. Any news from her?” “Oh yes,” the man replied. “A letter.” He took a yellowed letter out of his wallet and read it. It was full of loving messages. While reading, he glimpsed his friends and cried out, “Oh no, you are doing it again, Tom! Take your hands away and let me see your eyes. I’m going to tell her this time!” “No, you mustn’t do that, Henry,” the grey-haired miner said. “I am getting old. And any little sorrow makes me cry. Lord, we miss her so.”

Saturday finally came.

I was glad to see his two friends, Tom and Joe, with guitars, coming down the road as the sun began to set. They put the flowers they brought in vases and began to play some fast and lively songs.

Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey. When I reached for one of the two remaining glasses, Tom stopped my arm. “Drop that! Take the other.” he whispered. I did so. Henry was served last. He had hardly swallowed his drink when the clock struck midnight. His face grew pale and paler. “Boys,” he said, “I am sick with fear. Help! I want to lie down.” Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth.

In a moment, those handy men had his clothes off and tucked him into his bed. They seemed to be getting ready to leave. So I said, “Please don’t go, gentlemen. She won’t know me. I am a stranger.” They glanced at each other. Then Joe said, “She? Poor thing, she’s been dead nineteen years!” “Dead?” I whispered. “That or worse.” he said.

“She went to see her folks half a year after she got married. On her way back, on a Saturday evening in June, when she was almost here, the Indians captured her. She’s never been heard of since. Henry went insane. But he only gets bad when that time of year comes round. Then we drop in here, three days before she’s due, to encourage him up and listen to him read the letter. Saturday we all come and get everything ready for a dance. We’ve done it for nineteen years. The first Saturday there were twenty-seven of us, but only two now. We drug him to sleep through the night. Then he’s all right for another year.”

The two old men opened the door and disappeared into the darkness of Stanislau.

55. You can sense the existence of a woman from the following sentences EXCEPT “______”.

A. Soft winds touched the trees in Stanislau.

B. There was a bright rug on the shining wooden floor.

C. There were seashells, books and china vases full of flowers.

D. A little black shelf held a small picture of a woman.

56. Tom cried when Henry read the yellowed letter, because ______.

A. he was getting older and older

B. he was moved by the loving messages in the letter

C. he felt sad at the thought of Henry’s wife

D. he was disappointed that Henry’s wife would arrive so late

57. Tom stopped my reaching for whiskey because ______.

A. there was not enough whiskey for Henry          B. he didn’t want me to get drunk

C. that glass of whiskey was drugged                  D. it was for Henry’s wife

58. The underlined word “insane” probably means “______”.

A. depressed                B. disappointed       C. mad            D. sick

59. It can be inferred from the passage that ______.

A. Henry’s wife was 38 when she was last seen

B. Tom and Joe have heard the letter many times

C. the author stayed in Henry’s house because he was lost

D. the two miners came on Saturday to share past memories

60. The story is mainly about ______.

A. ever-lasting love                                         B. lifelong friendship

C. an unforgettable experience                             D. charming Stanislau

第二节 完型填空（共20小题；每小题1.5分，满分30分）
阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，然后从36—55各题所给的四个选项A、B、C、D中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑
The Pecan Thief
When I was six years old, I was visiting my grandfather’s
farm in Kansas. Grandpa had sent me into the  36  to gather
pecans for us to enjoy later.
Pecan picking was really  37  work and my little basket
was only half full. I wasn’t about to  38  Grandpa down. Just
then something caught my  39  . A large brown squirrel was
a few feet away. I watched as he picked up a pecan, hurried to a tree and   40  in a large hole in the trunk. A moment later the squirrel  41  out and climbed down to the ground to pick up another nut. Once again, he took the pecan back to his hiding place.
Not so  42  anymore, I thought. I dashed over to the tree and looked into the hole. It was   43  with pecans! Golden pecans were right there for taking. This was my  44 . Handful by handful, I scooped all of those pecans into my basket. Now it was full! I was so  45  of myself. I couldn’t wait to show Grandpa all the pecans.   46  , I ran back and shouted, “Look at all the pecans!” He looked into the basket and said, “Well, well, how did you find so many?” I told him how I’d   47 the squirrel and taken the pecans from his hiding place.
Grandpa congratulated me on how smart I’d been in observing the squirrel and his habits. Then he did something that  48  me. He handed the basket back to me and put his arm gently  49  my shoulders.
“That squirrel worked very hard to gather his winter  50  of food,” he said. “Now that all of his pecans are gone, don’t you think that little squirrel will  51  the cold winter? ”
“I didn’t think about that, ” I said.
“I know,” Grandpa said. “But a good man should never take  52  of someone else’s hard work.”
Suddenly I felt a bit  53  . The image of the starving squirrel wouldn’t   54  my mind. There was only one thing I could do. I carried the basket back to the tree and poured all the nuts into the hole.
I didn’t eat any pecans that night, but I had something much more filling—the  55  of knowing I had done just the right thing.
36．A．rooms      B．woods      C．holes D．roads
37．A．hard  B．dirty  C．light  D．easy
38．A．let     B．settle C．have  D．keep
39．A．sweater     B．basket       C．eye    D．hand
40．A．joined      B．lived C．discovered       D．disappeared
41．A．jumped     B．held  C．stood D．found
42．A．strange     B．secret       C．anxious     D．patient
43．A．covered    B．filled C．rebuilt      D．decorated
44．A．turn  B．choice      C．chance      D．achievement
45．A．afraid       B．ashamed   C．careful      D．proud
46．A．Otherwise B．However   C．Besides     D．Therefore
47．A．driven      B．followed   C．protected  D．caught
48．A．annoyed   B．satisfied    C．surprised   D．delighted
49．A．off    B．beside       C．over  D．around
50．A．supply      B．cost   C．support     D．preparation
51．A．escape      B．spend       C．survive     D．fled
52．A．place B．notice       C．advantage D．charge
53．A．guilty       B．unconfident      C．embarrassed     D．nervous
54．A．open B．leave C．cross D．occupy
55．A．inspiration       B．expectation      C．impression       D．satisfaction

第二节完型填空（共20小题；每小题1.5分，满分30分）
阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，然后从36—55各题所给的四个选项A、B、C、D中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。
The Pecan Thief
When I was six years old, I was visiting my grandfather’s
farm in Kansas. Grandpa had sent me into the  36  to gather
pecans for us to enjoy later.
Pecan picking was really  37  work and my little basket
was only half full. I wasn’t about to  38  Grandpa down. Just
then something caught my  39  . A large brown squirrel was
a few feet away. I watched as he picked up a pecan, hurried to a tree and   40  in a large hole in the trunk. A moment later the squirrel  41 out and climbed down to the ground to pick up another nut. Once again, he took the pecan back to his hiding place.
Not so  42  anymore, I thought. I dashed over to the tree and looked into the hole. It was   43  with pecans! Golden pecans were right there for taking. This was my  44 . Handful by handful, I scooped all of those pecans into my basket. Now it was full! I was so  45  of myself. I couldn’t wait to show Grandpa all the pecans.   46  , I ran back and shouted, “Look at all the pecans!” He looked into the basket and said, “Well, well, how did you find so many?” I told him how I’d   47  the squirrel and taken the pecans from his hiding place.
Grandpa congratulated me on how smart I’d been in observing the squirrel and his habits. Then he did something that  48  me. He handed the basket back to me and put his arm gently  49 my shoulders.
“That squirrel worked very hard to gather his winter  50  of food,” he said. “Now that all of his pecans are gone, don’t you think that little squirrel will  51  the cold winter? ”
“I didn’t think about that, ” I said.
“I know,” Grandpa said. “But a good man should never take  52  of someone else’s hard work.”
Suddenly I felt a bit  53  . The image of the starving squirrel wouldn’t   54  my mind. There was only one thing I could do. I carried the basket back to the tree and poured all the nuts into the hole.
I didn’t eat any pecans that night, but I had something much more filling—the  55  of knowing I had done just the right thing.
36．A．rooms      B．woods      C．holes         D．roads
37．A．hard     B．dirty     C．light         D．easy
38．A．let        B．settle     C．have         D．keep
39．A．sweater     B．basket       C．eye           D．hand
40．A．joined      B．lived     C．discovered       D．disappeared
41．A．jumped     B．held  C．stood D．found
42．A．strange     B．secret       C．anxious     D．patient
43．A．covered    B．filled C．rebuilt      D．decorated
44．A．turn  B．choice      C．chance      D．Achievement
45．A．afraid       B．ashamed   C．careful      D．proud
46．A．Otherwise B．However   C．Besides     D．Therefore
47．A．driven      B．followed   C．protected  D．caught
48．A．annoyed   B．satisfied    C．surprised   D．delighted
49．A．off    B．beside       C．over  D．around
50．A．supply      B．cost   C．support     D．preparation
51．A．escape      B．spend       C．survive     D．fled
52．A．place B．notice       C．advantage D．charge
53．A．guilty       B．unconfident      C．embarrassed     D．nervous
54．A．open B．leave C．cross D．occupy
55．A．inspiration       B．expectation      C．impression       D．satisfaction

One of the most exciting and attractive fields of work today is the fashion industry. Some of the most well-known people in this industry are the fashion designers with unbelievable financial (金融的) Kingdoms. But most of the clothes that you wear have been designed by people that the world has never heard of. Although these unknown fashion designers will never make a very large amount of money as their famous workmates, most still would not think of changing their careers. They are doing what they love.

If you spend hours looking through fashion magazines and like making your own clothes, a career as a fashion designer might be right for you. You do not have to go to design school to become a fashion designer, but many people who want a career in this field do. One of the most famous places to study is the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York City. It is located in the heart of the “garment” district on Eighth Avenue, also known as Fashion Avenue.

Becoming a fashion designer is not just a matter of classroom education. Students know that they cannot just leave school and start designing on their own. Many think that they need at least four years’ experience working for someone else after they graduate. The best schools encourage students to work closely with the fashion industry while they are still studying.

You need ambition (抱负) and hard work to get a career in fashion. Students often work 12 hours a day. They are encouraged to have realistic ambitions and not to expect success overnight, if ever. Success means finding a job in the fashion industry and more years of hard work.

What can we learn from the first paragraph?

A. Some famous fashion designers can make a lot of money.

B. Most of the clothes are designed by famous designers.

C. Most fashion designers don’t like their own jobs.

D. Unknown fashion designers can earn a large amount of money.

In order to have a career in fashion design, one had better ___________.

A. look through magazines

      B. go to New York City

      C. study in a design school

      D. graduate from high school

The following can lead to the success of a fashion designer EXCEPT___________.

      A. working with the fashion industry          B. realistic ambitions   

C. hard work                                         D. expectation of success overnight

Which of the following old sayings shows the writer’s opinion about learning fashion design?

A. Better late than never.

B. Experience is the best teacher.

C. Well begun is half done.

D. Seeing is believing.

What can be inferred from the passage?

      A. To be a fashion designer, design school education is a must.

      B. All famous design schools are located in New York City.

      C. Design school students had better do some practice while studying.

      D. All students have to work with famous designers first.