Our English teacher was like a friend to us, and we all liked her. One day she came into the classroom and shouted,“Who did this?”She held up a piece of broken glass and asked,“Who ____16____ the window?”She seldom became angry.__17__ this time she was.
I broke the window. I had done __18__ by throwing a baseball. I didn’t want to admit (承认) it __19__ I didn’t have enough money to pay for a big window like that.“My father will be __20__,”I thought. At first I didn’t __21__ my hand, but later something strong in my heart suddenly made me stand up.“I did it,”I said __22__ .How difficult it was for me to say that!
My teacher __23__ a book from one of our book shelves and then began walking __24__ my desk. I was afraid that she was going to punish(惩罚) me.
“I know you like collecting __25__ very much,”she said, looking down at my __26__ face.“Here is the book about collecting stamps that you are looking for. Now, the book is __27__ and I shall not punish you. Remember, it’s because you __28__ the truth.”
I couldn’t believe it! My teacher wasn’t punishing me. I didn’t __29__ to pay for the broken window. And I got my favourite book!
As time goes, the book is __30__,so is my wonderful teacher. But I will never forget the lesson the teacher gave me that day.

【小题8】

A．read B．wrote C．took D．bought

There are many kinds of friends. Some are always   26  you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only   27  friends leave footprints (脚印).
I shall always think of the autumn and the girl with the   28 . It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves   29  in the cool wind. Autumn is a harvest（丰收）season and life is uninteresting. The free days always let   30  down. But one day, the sound of a violin came into my ears. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was   31   in playing her violin. I had   32  seen her before. The music was so nice that I didn't know I had been   33  there for so long.
Every day I went to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became   34 . I thought we were already good friends,   35  we didn't know each other.
Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly
  36  . To my surprise, the girl came over to me.
“You must like violin.” she said.
“Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.
  37 , a sad expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual.
“I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that   38  me.” she said.
“  39  , it was your playing that gave me a meaningful autumn,” I answered, “Let's be friends.” The girl smiled, and so did I.
I never heard her play again in my life. But I will always remember the girl. She is like a dream—so short, so bright, like a star giving off so much light that it makes the  40  beautiful.