I live on the twelfth floor of a building. One afternoon I was coming home from a friend’s house. It was just after four o’clock. I got quickly into the lift and pressed Button12.

The lift started to go up, but very slowly . And then, half way up, it suddenly stopped between two floors. I couldn’t understand it. I pressed all the buttons from 1to 14. I called for help very loudly. But nobody answered.

Then suddenly the light went out, and I was alone in the dark. I started to cry and beat the walls of the lift. I cried and cried until I had no voice left. Then, I felt hopeless, and pressed all the buttons with my open hands. And all at the same time, there was a bell far away . It rang and rang. It was the fire alarm(火灾警报). I thought the whole building was on fire. I said to god quietly, “Just get me out of here. I’ll never be bad again.”

Just then, I realized the lift was moving very slowly . On the ground floor it stopped, and the doors opened. A man was standing there. “How long have you been there? It is good that you pressed the alarm bell. But haven’t you learned to read at your school?” He pointed at a small piece of paper on the wall beside the lift. It said: “Attention: This lift will be stopped for repairs between 4pm and 5pm on Thursday March 13.”

1.What happened to the lift?

A．It had a fire accident.

B．It stopped half way.

C．It was turned off by the writer.

D．It moved fast up to the top floor.

2.As the situation went on , the writer became________________.

A．more and more sacred.                   B．calmer and calmer.

C．more and more bored.                   D．clearer and clearer.

3.Why did a bell ring from far away.

A．The lift was to start again.

B．The repair worker rang the lift alarm.

C．The building was on fire.

D．the writer pressed the lift alarm bell.

4.Who most probably made the lift move again and go down to the ground to the ground floor?

A．The writer.                            B．The writer’s friend.

C．The man.                              D．The writer’s father.

5.After reading the paper, the writer realized that he/she had _______.

A．escaped from a fire accident

B．made a silly mistake.

C．visited a dishonest friend

D．pressed a wrong button.

Perhaps the only test score that I remember is the 55 when I was in high school.

The test was the final for a course. I remember waiting anxiously as my teacher Mr. Right passed out our papers one by one. It was a rather difficult test. I heard my classmates groaning（发牢骚）, and I could tell by the groans that the scores weren’t looking good.

Mr. Right put my paper on my desk. There in big red numbers, circled to draw attention, was my score, 55!

I lowered my head, and covered the score up quickly. A 55 is not something that you wanted your classmates to see.

“The scores were not very good, none of you passed,” Mr. Right said. “The highest score in the class was a 55.”

A 55. That’s me!

Suddenly my sad look didn’t look so bad. I had the highest score. I felt a lot better.

I walked home alone that day with the low but high score. My father knew that I had a big test that day and asked me as soon as I got home, “How did you do in your test?”

“I made a 55,” I said.

A frown (皱眉) now stood on my father’s face. I knew I had to explain immediately. “But Dad, I had the highest score in the class,” I proudly stated. I thought that explanation would make a difference.

“You failed!” my father replied.

“But it’s the highest!” I insisted.

“I don’t care what scores others had, but you failed. What matters is what you do!” my father firmly said.

For years, my father was always that way. It didn’t matter what others did, it only mattered what I did and that I did it excellently.

We often don’t understand the wisdom (智慧) of good parents until we ourselves stand in the parents’ shoes. My father’s words have carried me throughout life.

1.In class, to hide my score from my classmates, I ___________ .

A. lowered my head                                B. covered my score up   

C. walked home alone                             D. explained immediately

2. A frown stood on my father’s face because he thought ____. .

A. I did a bad job in the test.                 B. I gave a good excuse.

C. I became the worst student.             D.I stood in his shoes

3. We can infer from the passage that _____..

A. the father was strict with his child.

B. the writer was always poor in tests.

C. Mr. Right was worried about the writer.

D. the writer was always happy with his scores.

4.Which is the best title of the passage?

A. The Final Test       B. That’s Me!     C. My Strict Teacher      D. Scores, Important?

Perhaps the only test score that I remember is the 55 when I was in high school.
The test was the final for a course. I remember waiting anxiously as my teacher Mr. Right passed out our papers one by one. It was a rather difficult test. I heard my classmates groaning（发牢骚）, and I could tell by the groans that the scores weren’t looking good.
Mr. Right put my paper on my desk. There in big red numbers, circled to draw attention, was my score, 55!
I lowered my head, and covered the score up quickly. A 55 is not something that you wanted your classmates to see.
“The scores were not very good, none of you passed,” Mr. Right said. “The highest score in the class was a 55.”
A 55. That’s me!
Suddenly my sad look didn’t look so bad. I had the highest score. I felt a lot better.
I walked home alone that day with the low but high score. My father knew that I had a big test that day and asked me as soon as I got home, “How did you do in your test?”
“I made a 55,” I said.
A frown (皱眉) now stood on my father’s face. I knew I had to explain immediately. “But Dad, I had the highest score in the class,” I proudly stated. I thought that explanation would make a difference.
“You failed!” my father replied.
“But it’s the highest!” I insisted.
“I don’t care what scores others had, but you failed. What matters is what you do!” my father firmly said.
For years, my father was always that way. It didn’t matter what others did, it only mattered what I did and that I did it excellently.
We often don’t understand the wisdom (智慧) of good parents until we ourselves stand in the parents’ shoes. My father’s words have carried me throughout life.
【小题1】In class, to hide my score from my classmates, I ___________ .

A: Hello, Li Lei. Why didn’t you come to the picnic yesterday?

B: My pen friend Qiu Tian came to see me.?

A: Qiu Tian? What a nice name!    1    ?

B: He’s quite good, helpful and honest. We’re getting on well with each other.?

A: So you have the same interests?

B: Yes, he likes swimming, and so do I. Also, we both like computers, music and collecting.

A: That sounds great.   2     ?

B: He’s handsome, tall and strong. Easy to get on with.?

A:    3       

B: No problem. My friend is your friend. By the way, I heard your father was not well.  4  

A: His left leg was hurt in a car accident. Nothing serious now. He’s much better.?

B:     5          I hope he’ll be better soon.

A: Thank you.