I grew up with my best friend, who was just like a sister to me. She was a little older than me. I 　36 to her. If ever I had a problem, she was always 　37 enough to help me out.

　 It wasn’t until the spring of“87” that I noticed a 　38 in her. She was quick to anger, and her attitude was 　39 . I asked her many times what was wrong. Her response each time was “I’m fine. ”

　 As time went on, she became more 　40 , and became a person I did not 　41 anymore. All I wanted was to help her. Every time I tried, she would get 　42 , and say she was fine.

　 The summer of“88”, I finally got my 　43 . My sister had changed due to the effects of 　44 . My mother 　45 put her arms around me, and told me my best friend had 　46 due to an over-dose (过度剂量). Well, for a minute my world stood still, along with my heart. There was nothing to say or do, just tears in the 　47 . Thinking over and over again, if only I had spent the time to notice the 　48 , maybe I could have saved her.

　 My mother, seeing my distress, sat me down and told me this.

　 Some things are not in our 　49 . Sometimes “signs” aren’t enough. You can’t 　50 yourself for the path your friend chose. What you can do is to learn from her mistake, 　51 at school for 　52 , let other children know what happened to your friend, and how it made you 　53 .

　 Since then I’ve never once blamed myself for her death. 　54 I volunteer my time to SADD and DARE. Each year, at an assembly I tell new students what happened and the 　55 of drugs.

36. A. came up　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 B. looked up

C. looked forward　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 D. went over

37. A. quick　　　　　　　　 B. old　　　　　　　　　　　　　 C. clever　　　　　　　 D. close

38. A. change　　　　　　　 B. disease　　　　　　　　　　 C. decline　　　　　　　　　　 D. habit

39. A. polite　　　　　　　　 B. acceptable　　　　 C. poor　　　　　　　　 D. rude

40. A. bitter　　　　　　　　 B. weak　　　　　　　　 C. proud　　　　　　　 D. cold

41. A. respect　　　　　　　 B. stand　　　　　　　　 C. care　　　　　　　　　　　　 D. know

42. A. polite　　　　　　　　 B. defensive　　　　　 C. vague　　　　　　　 D. impatient

43. A. surprise　　　　　　　　　　 B. chance　　　　　　　　　　 C. answer　　　　　　　　　　 D. turn

44. A. drugs　　　　　　　　 B. loneliness　　　　　 C. illness　　　　　　　 D. sadness

45. A. tightly　　　　　　　　 B. tearfully　　　　　　 C. angrily　　　　　　　　　　 D. finally

46. A. passed　　　　　　　 B. left　　　　　　　　　　　　　 C. died　　　　　　　　　　　　 D. recovered

47. A. disaster　　　　　　　 B. trouble　　　　　　　　　　 C. disturbance　　　 D. silence

48. A. signs　　　　　　　　 B. effects　　　　　　　　　　 C. causes　　　　　　　　　　 D. results

49. A. way　　　　　　　　　　　　　 B. favor　　　　　　　　 C. control　　　　　　　　　　 D. side

50. A. help　　　　　　　　　　　　　 B. enjoy　 　　　　　　 C. destroy　　　　　　　　　 D. blame

51. A. attend　　　　　　　　 B. volunteer　　　　　 C. engage　　　　　　　　　　 D. settle

52. A. health-awareness B. self-improvement C. self-protection D. drug-prevention

53. A. feel　　　　　　　　　　　　　 B. think　　　　　　　　 C. act　　　　　　　　　　　　　 D. learn

54. A. Still　　　　　　　　　　　　　 B. Instead　　　　　　　　　　 C. Therefore　　　　 D. Anyhow

55. A. use　　　　　　　　　　　　　 B. consequence　　 C. danger　　　　　　　　　　 D. influence

Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia, I saw a small pool of water ahead on the path. I angled my direction to go around it on the part of the path that wasn't covered by water or mud. As I reached the pool, I was suddenly attacked!

Yet I did nothing for the attack. It was so unpredictable and from somewhere totally unexpected. I was surprised as well as unhurt though I had been struck four or five times. I backed up a foot and my attacker stopped attacking me. Had I been hurt I wouldn't have found it amusing. And I was laughing. After all, I was being attacked by a butterfly!

　　Having stopped laughing, I took a step forward. My attacker rushed me again. He charged towards me at full speed, attempting to hurt me but in vain. For a second time, I took a step backwards while my attacker paused. I wasn't sure what to do. After all, it’s just not everyday that one is attacked by a butterfly. I stepped back to look the situation over. My attacker moved back to land on the ground. That's when I discovered why my attacker was charging me only moments earlier. He had a mate and she was dying.

　　Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed his wings as if to fan her. I could only admire the love and courage of that butterfly in his concern for his mate. He had taken it up on himself to attack me for his mate’s sake, even though she was clearly dying and I was so large. He did so just to give her those extra few precious moments of life. Should I have been careless enough to step on her? His courage in attacking something thousands of times larger and heavier than himself just for his mate’s safety seemed admirable. I couldn’t do anything other than reward him by walking on the more difficult side of the pool. He had truly earned those moments to be with her, undisturbed.

　　Since then, I’ve used that butterfly’s courage as an inspiration and to remind myself that good things are worth fighting for.

1.The writer changed his direction while walking down a path because he wanted_______.

A. to get close to a butterfly

B. to escape a sudden attack

C. to look over the bad situation

D. to avoid getting his shoes dirty

2.From the passage we can learn that the attacker _________.

A. struck the author four or five times and made him badly hurt

B. paused until the author took a step backwards

C. thought it was the author who caused the death of his mate

D. attacked the author for his mate’s safety and to accompany her for the last moments of life

3.From this experience the man learned_____.

A. butterflies are brave insects

B. the small can defeat the large

C. how to deal with challenges in his life

D. people should try their best to fight for everything

4.Which of the following words can best describe the butterfly?

A. caring     B. ambitious     C. courageous       D. aggressive

—Artistic people can be very difficult sometimes.

—Well, you married one.________.

A．You name it　　　　　　　

B．I've got it

C．I can't agree more 

D．You should know

One night this summer, on my way home from work I decided to see a movie. I knew the theatre would be air­ conditioned and I couldn’t face my 36 apartment. Sitting in the theatre I had to 37 the opening between the two tall heads in front of me. I had to keep changing the　38　every time she leaned over to talk to him, 39　he leaned over to kiss her. Why do Americans display such　40 in a public place？I thought the movie would help improve my English, but as it 41 ,it was an Italian movie. 42 about an hour I decided to give up the movie and 43　my popcorn. I’ve never understood why they gave me so much popcorn！It tasted pretty good , 44. With time going by, I understood 45 of the romantic­ sounding Italians. I just heard the 46 of the popcorn chewed between my teeth. My thought started to 47.I remembered when I was in South Korea, I 48 to watch a host on TV frequently. He seemed like a good friend to me, until I saw him　49　on TV in New York speaking　50　English instead of perfect Korean. He didn’t　51　have a Korean accent！I felt like I had been betrayed (背叛)．
When our family moved to the United States six years ago, none of us spoke any English. 　52 we had picked up a few words, my mother suggested that we all should practise English at home. Everyone agreed, but our house became terribly　53 and we all seemed to avoid each other. When we couldn’t avoid seeing each other, our expressions were stiff (僵硬的)．Sitting at the dinner table we preferred silence to　54　a difficult language. Mother　55　to say something in English but it came out all wrong and we all burst into laughter and decided to forget it！We’ve been speaking Korean at home ever since.

Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia, I saw a small pool of water ahead on the path. I angled my direction to go around it on the part of the path that wasn't covered by water or mud. As I reached the pool, I was suddenly attacked!
Yet I did nothing for the attack. It was so unpredictable and from somewhere totally unexpected. I was surprised as well as unhurt though I had been struck four or five times. I backed up a foot and my attacker stopped attacking me. Had I been hurt I wouldn't have found it amusing. And I was laughing. After all, I was being attacked by a butterfly!
　　Having stopped laughing, I took a step forward. My attacker rushed me again. He charged towards me at full speed, attempting to hurt me but in vain. For a second time, I took a step backwards while my attacker paused. I wasn't sure what to do. After all, it's just not everyday that one is attacked by a butterfly. I stepped back to look the situation over. My attacker moved back to land on the ground. That's when I discovered why my attacker was charging me only moments earlier. He had a mate and she was dying.
　　Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed his wings as if to fan her. I could only admire the love and courage of that butterfly in his concern for his mate. He had taken it up on himself to attack me for his mate's sake , even though she was clearly dying and I was so large. He did so just to give her those extra few precious moments of life, should I have been careless enough to step on her. His courage in attacking something thousands of times larger and heavier than himself just for his mate's safety seemed admirable. I couldn't do anything other than reward him by walking on the more difficult side of the pool. He had truly earned those moments to be with her, undisturbed.
　　Since then, I've used that butterfly’s courage as an inspiration and to remind myself that good things are worth fighting for.
【小题1】The writer changed his direction while walking down a path because he want__________.