55．A．possibilities B．opportunities C．risk D．challenge 答案:36-40 BCDAA 41-45 BACCB 46-50 ABAAD 5——青夏教育精英家教网—

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55．A．possibilities　　 B．opportunities　　　　 C．risk　　　 D．challenge

答案：36-40 BCDAA　 41-45 BACCB　 46-50 ABAAD　 51-55 ABCBB

山西省临汾一中10-11学年高二上学期期中考试

I was brought up by my grandparents for the first years of my life. We　 36　 in a very small community and all of my aunts and uncles lived　 37_　 . Everyone had a hand in taking care of my safety. Of course in those days　 38　 everyone in the community spoke the beautiful language of my childhood. When my grandfather spoke I would _ 39_　 him carefully.

Then at age six my father　 40　 from the army. I was forbidden to speak that 41　 ever again. My grandfather was　 42　 . He couldn’t speak English, so my grandmother would　 43　 for him whenever he spoke to me. With my mother and father we　 44 from that small community. I was about to enter public school so I had to learn English. My grandfather　 45　 when I was eight and we returned to that small community for his funeral. He was　 46　 in the living room, as was the tradition. I went and stood by him and　 47　 no one was around I spoke to him in a whisper　 48　 that beautiful language of my childhood. That was the　 49　 time I spoke those words.

Almost fifty years later, _ 50 _ I had forgotten the beautiful language of my childhood, I had the opportunity to　 51　 a newly written paper of it. On my first look at it I recognized　 52　 . I must have looked it over several times in the following weeks. Then one day I read out loud a word from my past. I almost cried. I was　 53 readi ng over other words. Words came　 54　 back to me after all these years. When receiving something from someone, you don’t take it from their hand, rather you let them lay it in your hand. For me it was　 55　 ---The beautiful language of my childhood was Michif. It was not only a language but also a way of life.