--This store has such high prices.--- I agree. Never again ___ here.

 A. I will    B. will I shop   C. I do shopping   D. I do shop

Night after night，she came to tuck me in，even long after my childhood years．Following her longstanding custom，she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way，then kiss my forehead．
I don't remember when it first started annoying me—her hands pushing my hair that way． But it did annoy me，for they felt work—worn and mush against my young skin．Finally，one night，I shouted out at her，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply．But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love．
Time after time，with the passing years，my thoughts returned to that night．By then I missed my mother's hands，missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead．Sometimes the incident seemed very close，sometimes far away．But always it lurked，in the back of my mind．
Well，the years have passed，and I'm not a little girl anymore．Mom is in her mid—seven—ties．and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family．She's been our doctor，reaching into a medicine cabinet(医药箱)for the remedy(药物)to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe(安慰)the boy's scraped knee．She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…gets stains out of blue cans, like I never could…
Now, my own children are grown and gone．Mom no longer has Dad，and on special occasions．I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her．So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across, my face to brush the hair from my forehead．Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow(额头)．
In my memory，for the thousandth，time，I recalled the night my young voice complained，"Don't do that anymore--your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand，I blurted (冲口说出)out how sorry I was for that night．I thought she'd remember ，as I did．But Mom didn't know what I Was talking about．She had forgotten--and forgiven—long ago．
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her carrying hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．
1．What would be the best title for the text ?
A．Mother's Hands        B．Appreciation for Mother．
C．My Childhood Years．  D．My Unselfish Mother．
2. The author began to get annoyed because—
A．her mother's hands were really old and tough
B．she thought she didn't need her mother's care
C．she didn't like her mother any more
D．her mother stayed in her room too long
3. What do we know about the author?
A. With time passing, she began to understand her mother．
B．She was an only child in the family．
C．She never forgave herself．
D．Her mother was a doctor．
4．By saying "Then a kiss，ever so gently，touched my brow．"，the author means
that________
A．children need Mother's kissing     B．mothers kiss their children gently
C．mothers love their children forever  D．children depend on their mothers
5．It can be inferred from the text that _____________
A．the author began to spend nights with her mother
B．her mother  never kissed  author again
C．her mother forgave her at last
D．the author felt guilty of what she did to her mother

He was 11 years old and often went fishing. On the day before bass (鲈鱼) season opened, he and his father were fishing early in the evening.
When his pole doubled over, he knew something huge was on the other end. His father watched with admiration as the boy skillfully worked the fish. Finally, he lifted the tired fish from the water. It was the largest one he had ever seen, but it was a bass.
Lighting a match, the father looked at his watch. It was 10 pm — two hours before the season opened. He looked at the fish, then at the boy, saying, “You’ll have to put it back, Son.”
Looking around, he saw no other fisherman or boats. Even so, the boy could tell from his father’s voice that the decision couldn’t be changed. He threw the huge bass into the water. The boy thought that he would never again see such a big fish.
That was 34 years ago. Today the boy is a successful architect (建筑师) in New York. He often takes his son to fish at the same place.
And he was right. He has never again caught such a large fish as the one he got that night long ago. But he does see that same fish… again and again… every time he has an ethical (道德的) decision to make. As his father had taught him, ethics are simple matters of right and wrong. It is only the practice of ethics that is difficult.
【小题1】Seeing the boy skillfully pulling a big fish out of the water, the father felt __________.

A．they discussed how to deal with the fish

B．the boy threw the bass back into the water gladly

C．the father made a decision that the fish must be set free

D．they were worried that other fisherman might know what they had done

第三部分 阅读理解(共20小题；每小题2分。满分40分)
阅读下列短文，从每题所给的四个选项(A、B、c和D)中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡将该项涂黑。
A
My father and I were very close. I loved pleasing him, and he was always proud of my success. If I won a spelling contest at school, he was on top of the world. Later in life whenever I got a promotion(升职), I’d call my father right away and he’d rush out to tell all his friends. In 1970, when I was named president of the Ford Motor Company, I don’t know which of us was more excited.
Like many native Italians, my parents were very open with their feelings and their loves not lonely at home, but also in public. Most of my friends would never hug their fathers. But I hugged and kissed my dad at every opportunity. Nothing could have felt more natural.
He was a curious man who was always trying new things. He was the first person in Allentown to buy a motorcycle. Unfortunately, my father and his motorcycle didn’t get along too well. He fell off it so often that he got rid of it just a month after buying it. As a result, he never again trusted any vehicle with less than four wheels.
Because of that motorcycle, I wasn’t allowed to have a bicycle when I was growing up. Whenever I wanted to ride a bike, I had to borrow one from a friend. On the other hand, my father let me drive a car as soon as I turned sixteen.
56. What nationality was my father?
A. American     B. Italian          C. Indian          D. Britain
57. My father didn’t allow me to ride a bicycle because ___ .
A. it was made out of his motorcycle.
B. It would cost him quite a lot of money.
C. It had less than four wheels.
D. He was afraid that people would laugh at him.
58. I hugged and kissed my father at every opportunity, ___ .
A. even though I hated to do so
B. because I was told to do so by my mother
C. as I was named president of the Ford Motor company
D. for I felt it quite natural to do so
59. What does the underlined word “ vehicle” probably mean?
A. bicycle             B. motorcycle      
C. car                 D. tool used to carry goods or passengers

---What’s the matter with Tim?

   ---Oh. Tim’s cellphone was left in a taxi accidently, never _____ again.

   A. to find      B. to be found     C. finding     D. being found