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Peter was the best table tennis player in his school and hardly（几乎不） ever lost a match. He hated losing anything. When he w__1._, he would feel really good. If he lost, he would feel terrible. It seemed to Peter that losing was the w__2._ thing in the world.

A new kid, Albert, came to Peter’s school. He was good at table tennis, too. Soon there would be a match b___3._ Peter and Albert.. Peter worked hard to get ready for the match, but Albert didn’t seem to think m__4. of it. When the match began, Albert was a real player. There was always a s__5.__ on his face, while Peter looked serious all the time. Peter thought it was so important to win the match t__6.__ he even wanted to cheat(舞弊), but he lost in the end.

“You played very well, Peter. I think we can play again sometime,” said Albert.

But Peter didn’t feel happy and couldn’t f__7._ asleep that night .

One day, Peter saw Albert playing basketball. T__8.__ he lost again and again, the happy smile never left his face. Peter found Albert was great at table tennis but bad at basketball. However, he enjoyed b___9.___ of them.

Whether he won or lost the game, Albert enjoyed it. Peter came to realize that e__10.__ a game was much more important than winning or losing it. He felt happier than ever before.

Mr. Black was working in a factory in a big town. He liked 　1　 very much, and was very good　2　 it. When he was free, he　3　 down to a small river behind the factory and tried 　4　 some fish, but there were very few there, 　5　 the water wasn’t clean. One summer he went to the seaside during his holiday and stayed at a small cheap hotel.

“I have never fished in the 　6　 before.” He thought. “It will be more interesting than fishing in our river.”

　7　 first he caught a lot of fish and was very 　8　 . He gave them to the hotel and they cooked them for guests, and he enjoyed himself very much. After　9　, he did this every day. But 　10　 he got his bill(账单) at the end of the week, he saw it, “For oil（油） to cook fish(7 days), 70 dollars（美元）.”

The car was invented (发明) just a century ago. You may know all kinds of cars’ names, but many people don’t know who was the inventor of the first car. The first car was invented not by a German, but by an American. His name was Henry Ford. Henry was born in a poor family. He was the eldest of six children. When he was a boy, he became interested in mending watches and machines. When he was twelve years old, his mother died. Soon he had to work in a machine shop for two dollars and fifty cents a week. In the evenings he repaired watches for another dollar a week. The hard life made him strong and able.

At that time there was another interest in the life of the young ford. He dreamed(梦想) to make a machine. It could run without a horse, so named “horseless carriage.” He over-came(克服) a lot of difficulties and in April 1893, the “horseless carriage” was finally finished. It was the first car.

Later Henry Ford founded the Ford Motor Company(福特汽车公司). He was really the first inventor of the car in the world.

1.Who really invented the car first? _____.

2.From this story we can know the car was invented_____.

3.Henry Ford must have_____.

4.How many dollars did young Ford earn(挣) every week? _____.

5.Which is not true? _____.

When I was a child, my parents often took me to an old house in a thick forest. No other children ever stayed there. I didn’t even have the choice of playing with a brother or sister.
I could never understand what the attraction(吸引) of the house was, even for my parents, who enjoyed nothing better than to sit in silence with a good book. The woman in the house, my father’s distant cousin, was a terrible cook and her food was inedible.
One day, when I was wandering around the garden behind the house, I noticed a wooden house which had clearly been abandoned(被遗弃的). As I walked towards it, I heard a noise, like an animal moving hurriedly away. Then I saw a man with a long beard standing at the door. I was greatly surprised.
“Please don’t tell them you saw me,” he said. “They never use this place, and I have nowhere else to live.” “Don’t worry,” I said. “I won’t tell anyone. But are you all right out here? I mean—do you have enough to eat?” The old man shook his head.
The same evening, I took a small plastic bag into the dining room and, while no one was looking, emptied some of the food into it. Later, I got out of the back door secretly and gave the food to the old man, whose name I had discovered was Taff.
I had never seen anything else as lovely as the smile of satisfaction on Taff’s face when he ate the food. From then on, my visits to the old house had a purpose, and I enjoyed every minute of the rest of my stay.
【小题1】 How did the writer feel about staying in the old house at first?