My friend John always has something to tell me. He knows so much that   21  men have to have older and more worldly wise men to tell them,   22 , who to trust, how to care for others and how to live life    23    the fullest.
Recently, John lost his    24    Janet. For eight years she fought against cancer, but in the end her sickness had the last    25 . One day John took out a folded piece of   26   from his wallet. He had found it, so he told me, when he     27   up some drawers at home.
It was a    28    love letter Janet had written. The note could look like a school girl’s scrawls(潦草地写，乱涂) about her dream guy.    29   the letter was written by a woman who had had seven children, a woman who fought for her life and who    30   only had a few months left to live.
It was    31   a beautiful recipe (处方，食谱) for how to keep a marriage together. Janet’s    32 of her husband begins like this, “Loved me. Took care of me. Worried about me.”
“Helped me when I was ill.” The next    33   reads. After that she turned    34  the paper and added “Warmth. Humor. Kindness. Thoughtfulness.” And then she writes about the husband she has    35   with and loved most in her life. “  36 there when I needed you.” The last words she wrote   37  all the others. I can see her for me when she added thoughtfully “Good friend.”
I stand beside John now, and cannot pretend to know how it feels to lose someone who is as close to   38  as Janet was to him. I need to   39  what he has to say much more than he needs to talk.
“John,” I ask. “How do you stick together with someone through 38 years—not to mention the sickness? How do I know     40    I can bear to stand by my wife’s side if she becomes sick one day?”
“You can.” he says quietly, “ If you love her enough, you can.”

My friend John always has something to tell me. He knows so much that   21   men have to have older and more worldly wise men to tell them,   22  , who to trust, how to care for others and how to live life    23     the fullest.

Recently, John lost his    24     Janet. For eight years she fought against cancer, but in the end her sickness had the last    25 . One day John took out a folded piece of   26    from his wallet. He had found it, so he told me, when he     27    up some drawers at home.

It was a    28     love letter Janet had written. The note could look like a school girl’s scrawls(潦草地写，乱涂) about her dream guy.    29    the letter was written by a woman who had had seven children, a woman who fought for her life and who    30    only had a few months left to live.

It was    31    a beautiful recipe (处方，食谱) for how to keep a marriage together. Janet’s    32  of her husband begins like this, “Loved me. Took care of me. Worried about me.”

“Helped me when I was ill.” The next    33    reads. After that she turned    34   the paper and added “Warmth. Humor. Kindness. Thoughtfulness.” And then she writes about the husband she has    35    with and loved most in her life. “  36  there when I needed you.” The last words she wrote   37   all the others. I can see her for me when she added thoughtfully “Good friend.”

I stand beside John now, and cannot pretend to know how it feels to lose someone who is as close to   38   as Janet was to him. I need to   39   what he has to say much more than he needs to talk.

“John,” I ask. “How do you stick together with someone through 38 years—not to mention the sickness? How do I know     40     I can bear to stand by my wife’s side if she becomes sick one day?”

“You can.” he says quietly, “ If you love her enough, you can.”

1.A. old            B. wise        C. young            D. foolish

2.A. for instance       B. at no time   C. in that case  D. as a matter of fact

3.A. in             B. to          C. at          D. for

4.A. friend        B. colleague        C. wife     D. sister

5.A. possibility        B. chance      C. hope             D. word

6.A. handkerchief       B. cloth            C. leather          D. paper

7.A. fixed          B. looked           C. tidied           D. put

8.A. small         B. long        C. descriptive      D. talkative

9.A. So             B. But          C. And              D. While

10.A. probably     B. surely      C. certainly        D. definitely

11.A. only         B. firstly          C. lastly           D. also

12.A. imagination       B. description      C. dream        D. expectation

13.A. letter       B. note             C. line       D. paragraph

14.A. away          B. down         C. off         D. over

15. A. lived        B. dealt            C. quarreled  D. argued

16.A. Constantly        B. Always       C. Never        D. Seldom

17.A. take the place of     B. get rid of       C. take away    D. sum up

18.A. me            B. Janet            C. John             D. you

19.A. speak up          B. repeat           C. discuss          D. hear

20.A. why           B. where            C. if           D. when

    I am beginning to wonder whether my grandmother isn’t right when she complains, as she frequently does, that children nowadays aren’t as well-behaved as they used to be. Whenever she gets the opportunity, she recounts in detail how she used to be told to respect the elders and betters. She was taught to speak only when she was spoken to, and when she went out on her own, she was reminded to say 'please' and 'thank you'. Children in her day, she continues, were expected to be seen and not heard, but these days you are lucky if you ever hear parents telling their children to mind their p’s and q’s.

       If you give her the chance, she then takes out of her drawer the old photograph album which she keeps there, and which she never tires of displaying. Of course when you look at pictures of her parents, you feel sure that, with a father as stern-looking as that, you too would have been "seen and not heard". He had a lot of neatly cut hair, long side-whiskers and a big moustache. In the photographs, he is always clutching (抓住) his coat with one hand, while in the other he holds a thin walking stick. Beside him sits his wife, with their children around her: Granny and her elder brothers. It always occurs to me that perhaps those long, stiff, black clothes were so clumsy to a little girl, that she hadn’t enough breath left to be talkative, let alone mischievous (淘气的). It must have been a dull and lonely life too, for she stayed mainly at home during her childhood, while her brothers were sent away to school from an early age. Despite their long black shorts and their serious expressions in the photographs, I always suspect that their lives were considerably more enjoyable than hers. One can imagine them telling each other to shut up or mind their own business, as soon as their parents were out of sight.

       Going to see Granny on Sundays used to be a terrible experience. We would always be warned in advance to be on our best behavior, since my mother made a great effort to show how well brought up we were, in spite of our old, comfortable clothes, our incomprehensible (to Granny) slang, and our noisy games in the garden. We had to change into what Granny described as our "Sundays best" for lunch, when we would sit uncomfortably, kicking each other under the table. We were continually being ordered to sit up straight, to take our elbows off the table, to wait till everybody had been served, not to wolf down our food, nor to talk with our mouths full. At length we would be told to ask to be excused from the table and ordered to find quiet occupations for the rest of the day. We were always very bad-tempered by the evening, and would complain angrily all the way home.

       Yet though we hated the Sunday visit, we never questioned the rules of good manners themselves. I remember being greatly shocked as a child to hear one of my friends telling her father to shut up. I knew I could never have spoken like that to my father and it would never have occurred to me to do so.

       However, my childhood was much freer than Granny’s. I went to school with my brother and I played football with him and his friends. We all spoke a common language, and we got up to the same mischief. I would have died if I had had to stay indoors, wear a tight dress, and sew.

       But I do sometimes look wistfully (惆怅地) at an old sampler which hangs in the hall, which was embroidered (刺绣) by an even more distant relative—my great-great-aunt, of whom, regrettably, no photograph remains. It was done as an example of her progress in learning. The alphabet is carefully sewn in large colored childish letters from A to Z, and below it a small verse reads:

                     Mary Saunders is my name,

                     And with my needle I worked the same,

                     That by it you may plainly see

                     What care my parents have for me.

       It must have taken that little five-year-old months and months of laborious sewing, but, in a circle in a bottom corner of the sampler, there is a line: "Be Ever Happy".

50. The writer’s grandmother will complain that ______.

  A. children used to be mischievous

  B. children behave worse than they did in the past

  C. children are often reminded of what to do

  D. children are very badly behaved

51.Visiting Granny on Sundays was a terrible experience because ______.

  A. the writer was not so well raised as she was required to pretend

  B. Granny continually warned the writer to be on her best behavior

  C. Granny was always describing the writer’s "Sunday best"

  D. the writer was always blamed for not behaving well

52. From Paragraph 4, we can infer that the writer ______.

  A. seldom spoke to her father in the way her friend did

  B. was never questioned about the rules of good manners

  C. never doubted the value of the strict rules at that time

  D. was worried that her friend’s father would be shocked

53. The writer looked wistfully at the sampler, because______.

  A. it was embroidered by a relative.

  B. she wished she could sew herself.

  C. it called to mind the values of good old days.

  D. she had no photographs of Mary Saunders.

54. By sewing "Be Ever Happy" in the sampler, Mary Saunders ______. 

  A. suggested she was unhappy then

  B. indicated happiness was hard to gain

  C. expected we would find happiness in sewing

  D. hoped happiness would be everlasting

A few days ago I got a call from my old college friend whom I haven’t seen for a very long time. The topic, which was about all the good old times that we had changed to a touching story when he started talking about his father.
His father’s declining health made him stay at the hospital. Because of his illness, his father suffered from insomnia (失眠) and often talked to himself. My friend, who had not been able to sleep for a few days as he had to keep watching his father’s condition, became annoyed and told his father to keep silent and try to get some sleep. His father said that he really wanted to sleep well because he was very tired and told my friend to leave him alone in the hospital if he did not want to keep him company.
After his father finished talking, he fell unconscious (失去知觉). My friend was very sorry for speaking the ill words towards his father. My friend, whom I knew as a tough person, cried as a baby on the other end of the telephone. He said that from that moment on, he prayed every day, asking God to let his father wake up from his coma. He promised himself that whatever words came out from his father’s mouth after he regained his consciousness, he would gladly take them. His only hope for God was to give him a chance to rectify his past mistake.
Often, we complain when we have to accompany or watch over our parents for years, months, days, hours or even minutes. But do we realize that our parents keep us company and watch over us for as long as we (or they) live? From the day we were born to our adulthood, and even when deaths come to us, they are always at our side.
Imagine how sad our parents will be when they hear a seemingly innocent （天真无邪的）word of “no” come out from our mouths. We can make promises to ourselves that from now on there will be no more complaints that come out from our mouths when we have to watch over or accompany our parents. No more complaints come out from our mouths when we feel that our parents have treated us like little children. There are so many unlucky ones who have neither fathers nor mothers. They long to have the things that we most complain about, but never have them.
Actually, it takes only a second to think and light the lamp that will bring us to a place where peace is dwelling.
【小题1】Which of the following word can be used to describe the writer’s friend?

A few days ago I got a call from my old college friend whom I haven’t seen for a very long time. The topic, which was about all the good old times that we had changed to a touching story when he started talking about his father.　　
His father’s declining health made him stay at the hospital. Because of his illness, his father suffered from insomnia (失眠) and often talked to himself. My friend, who had not been able to sleep for a few days as he had to keep watching his father’s condition, became irritated and told his father to keep silent and try to get some sleep. His father said that he really wanted to sleep well because he was very tired and told my friend to leave him alone in the hospital if he did not want to keep him company.　　
After his father finished talking, he fell unconscious (失去知觉). My friend was very sorry for speaking the ill words towards his father. My friend, whom I knew as a tough person, cried as a baby on the other end of the telephone. He said that from that moment on, he prayed every day, asking God to let his father wake up from his coma. He promised himself that whatever words came out from his father’s mouth after he regained his consciousness, he would gladly take them. His only hope for God was to give him a chance to rectify his past mistake.　　
Often, we complain when we have to accompany or watch over our parents for years, months, days, hours or even minutes. But do we realize that our parents keep us company and watch over us for as long as we (or they) live? From the day we were born to our adulthood, and even when deaths come to us, they are always at our side.
Imagine how sad our parents will be when they hear a seemingly innocent word of “no” come out from our mouths. We can make promises to ourselves that from now on there will be no more complaints that come out from our mouths when we have to watch over or accompany our parents. No more complaints come out from our mouths when we feel that our parents have treated us like little children. There are so many unlucky ones who have neither fathers nor mothers. They long to have the things that we most complain about, but never have them.
Actually, it takes only a second to think and light the lamp that will bring us to a place where peace is dwelling.
【小题1】Which of the following word can be used to describe the writer’s friend?