I am a writer. I spend a great deal of my time thinking about the power of language — the way it can evoke（唤起） an emotion, a visual image, a complex idea, or a simple truth. Language is the tool of my trade. And I use them all—all the Englishes I grew up with.
Born into a Chinese family that had recently arrived in California, I’ve been giving more thought to the kind of English my mother speaks. Like others, I have described it to people as “broken” English. But feel embarrassed to say that. It has always bothered me that I can think of no way to describe it other than “broken”, as if it were damaged and needed to be fixed, as if it lacked a certain wholeness. I’ve heard other terms used, “limited English,” for example. But they seem just as bad, as if everything is limited, including people’s perceptions（认识）of the limited English speaker.
I know this for a fact, because when I was growing up, my mother’s “limited” English limited my perception of her. I was ashamed of her English. I believed that her English reflected the quality of what she had to say. That is, because she expressed them imperfectly her thoughts were imperfect. And I had plenty of evidence to support me: the fact that people in department stores, at banks, and at restaurants did not take her seriously, did not give her good service, pretended not to understand her, or even acted as if they did not hear her.
I started writing fiction in 1985. And for reasons I won’t get into today, I began to write stories using all the Englishes I grew up with: the English she used with me, which for lack of a better term might be described as “broken”, and what I imagine to be her translation of her Chinese, her internal（内在的）language, and for that I sought to preserve the essence, but neither an English nor a Chinese structure: I wanted to catch what language ability tests can never show; her intention, her feelings, the rhythms of her speech and the nature of her thoughts.
【小题1】By saying “Language is the tool of my trade”, the author means that ______.

短文填词（共10小题，每小题1分，满分10分）

阅读下面短文，根据以下提示：1）汉语提示，2）首字母提示，3）语境提示，在每个空格内填入一个适当的英语单词，并将该词完整地写在右边相对应的横线上。所填单词要求意义准确和拼写正确。

Today is January 26^th. Our class had a discussion

about       to stay at home or go out for a trip as the winter                         

holiday is d      near. Some of us are in favor of staying at home. ___________

They think it’s both _______(方便)and comfortable. What’s more,          ___________

they can save money for other purposes. But they will l      the chance

___________

of getting to know the outside world. However, o      prefer to go out  ___________

for traveling since it can increase their ______(知识) and broaden their        ___________

horizons. But maybe they’ll spend more money and meet many     (困难)

___________

while traveling. P       , I think it would be much better to stay      ___________

at home, for I can do what I like, such ______reading books, watching       ___________

TV and _______ my parents with some housework.

完形填空（共20小题；每小题1.5分，满分30分）
阅读下面短文，从短文后所给题目的四个选项（A、B、C、D）中，选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。
It was just getting dark. There was a touch of fog and I was on a lonely stretch of road. __21__, I was going along cheerfully, thinking about the dinner I would eat when I got to Salisbury .
I was going along __22__ at about thirty-five miles an hour when suddenly I heard a scream, a   __23__ scream ---“Help!” I looked round, but the only __24__ of life was a large, black, rather suspicious—looking（可疑的）car just __25__ a bend in the road about a hundred yards away. That was where the cry had come from. I __26__ speed and went after it. I think the driver saw what I was doing, for he did the same and began to draw __27__ me. As I drew near, the girl’s voice came again, a lovely voice but trembling with __28__.
“Let me go, you coward; you’re hurting me. Oh ! Oh !”
I felt my __29__ boil. The fog was coming down __30__ now, and the countryside was lonelier. I had no __31__ that the murderous guy in the car noticed this. Again came a cry.
“Drop that knife, you fool. Oh !” Then a cry and a groan（呻吟）.
If I was to save her, it was now or __32__. Perhaps even now I was too late. But if I couldn’t save the girl, I would at least try to bring the murderer to __33__. The car was only a couple of yards away now. I drove the bike right across its __34__, and its brakes（煞车）screamed as the driver tried to pull it over and   __35__ into the ditch（沟）at the side of the road. The door of the car was pushed open angrily and a dark, evil-looking fellow stepped out.
“You fool!” he shouted as he came towards me with his fist raised to hit me. But I was __36__ than him. I put all I could into __37__ that would have knocked out Joe Louis. It __38__ him right on the point of the chin; his __39__ slowly bent under him, and he dropped to the ground without a sound. I rushed to the car, w.&w.^  __40__ open the door and looked inside. There was no girl there. Suddenly from the back of the car came a voice.
“You have been listening to a radio play, Murder in Hollywood, with Mae Garbo and Clark Taylor. The news will follow immediately.”
21.   A. And                        B. Though                    C. Therefore                 D. But
22.   A. quietly                            B. quickly                    C. carefully                  D. nervously
23.   A. boy’s                       B. man’s                       C. woman’s                  D. driver’s
24.   A. person                            B. sign                         C. sound                       D. form
25.   A. turning                    B. crossing                   C. going                       D. driving
26.   A. slowed down            B. put on                      C. added to                   D. took up
27.   A. right behind             B. close to                    C. away from                D. near by
28.   A. joy                          B. sorrow                            C. fear                         D. anger
29.   A. tears                        B. heart                        C. face                         D. blood
30.   A. slighter                    B. thicker                            C. lower                       D. harder
31.   A. need                        B. effort                       C. trouble                            D. doubt
32.   A. never                       B. late                          C. ever                         D. then
33.   A. justice                      B. court                        C. lawyer                            D. sentence
34.   A. direction                  B. path                         C. front                        D. nose
35.   A. drove                       B. ran                          C. crashed                    D. sped
36.   A. slower                            B. quicker                    C. taller                        D. heavier
37.   A. an anger                   B. a fist                        C. a beat                       D. a blow
38.   A. caught                            B. struck                      C. knocked                   D. beat
39.   A. chin                         B. fists                         C. knees                       D. body
40.   A. hit                           B. brought                    C. pushed                        D. Pulled

It was just getting dark. There was a touch of fog and I was on a lonely stretch of road.   36
I was going along cheerfully, thinking about the dinner I would eat when I got to Salistury.
I was going along   37 at about thirty-five miles an hour when suddenly I heard a scream, a  38 scream--- “ Help! ” I looked round, but the only   39 of life was a large, black, rather suspicious-looking car just   40  a bend in the road about a hundred yards away. That was where the cry had come from. I   41  speed and went after it. I think the driver saw what I was doing, for he did the same and began to draw   42  me. As I drew near, the girl’s voice came again, a lovely voice but trembling with   43  .
“Let me go, you coward; you’re hurting me. Oh ! Oh ! ”
I felt my   44  boil. The fog was coming down   45  now, and the countryside was lonelier. I had no  46 that the murderous guy in the car noticed this. Again came a cry.
“Drop that knife, you fool. Oh ! ” Then a cry and a groan（呻吟）.
If I was to save her, it was now or   47 . Perhaps even now I was too late. But if I couldn’t save the girl, I would at least try to bring the murderer to   48 . The car was only a couple of yards away now. I drove the bike right across its   49 , and its brakes screamed as the driver tried to pull it over and   50  into the ditch（沟）at the side of the road. The door of the car was pushed open angrily and a dark, evil-looking fellow stepped out .
“You fool!” he shouted as he came towards me with his fist raised to hit me. But I was   51   than he. I put all I could into   52  that would have knocked out Joe Louis. It   53  him right on the point of the chin; his  54  slowly bent under him, and he dropped to the ground without a sound. I rushed to the car,   55  open the door and looked inside. There was no girl there. Suddenly from the back of the car came a voice.
“You have been listening to a radio play, Murder in Hollywood, with Mae Garbo and Clark Taylor. The news will follow immediately . ”