‘Happiness consists in the multiplicity of agreeable consciousness,’ wrote Samuel Johnson，a famous British writer and lexicographer（词典编写者）of the eighteenth century．

Today, amid the large amount of worldly temptations and material sources of modem-day enjoyment, people from all walks of life are still searching for the key to happiness．The question ‘How call we be happy? ’seems to worry everyone．Indeed, in this day and age of scientific advancement and heavenly comforts．people still do not seem able to find a definite answer to the age-old problem of finding happiness．Happiness seems to be a very difficult thing．Solon’s dictum‘ count no man happy until he is dead’ seems to present both, the poor and the rich with a continual threat causing them no end of anxiety．

In Oxford，England，a noted psychology professor, Dr Michael Argyle，has succeeded in his quest for happiness．Over the past eight years, he has been researching the mysterious antithesis（对立而）of depression，and has found convincing clues which he has embodied in his books．‘The Psychology of Happiness’，and ‘The Social Psychology of Everyday Life’．

Dr Argyle explains that happiness comprises three essential elements—first，positive emotions 1ike joy；second，the absence of negative emotions like anxiety；and lastly, the non-emotional element which means a general，more profound satisfaction with life．

“The bigger source of happiness is a happy marriage,” Dr Argyle explains．“Job satisfaction．”he continues，“is another essential ingredient of happiness．”Do you feel you are doing a useful job? Do you feel you are achieving, or stand a chance of achieving your ambitions? If you honestly  have positive answers to these questions，then eventually，you will be happy；if not，then you can still be happy by reducing your ambitions and lowering your expectations in order to achieve  happiness．’The fact is, the higher your ambitions and dreams are，the more difficult it will be for you to achieve your goals and therefore it will be harder to achieve satisfaction and happiness．

Dr Argyle offers other avenues people can take to find real happiness．Music, games or sports，a drink with a friend，a simple gathering at tea，lunch or dinner with loved ones, or simply thinking of nice things, call give a person happiness, if only for a few hours．Surprisingly, television programmers, especially soap operas offers nothing but a bit of pleasurable moments． Often, television viewers are so carried away emotionally that they feel depressed or emotionally tired. Non-soap programmers，on the other hand，bore many viewers or sometimes deepen their misery．Dr Argyle further explains that wealth and worldly success do contribute to happiness．But in the ultimate analysis, Dr Argyle says, it is the person’s temperament（性情）that makes him happy or unhappy．“There are in our midst people who are naturally happy, and there are the sad ones．”

Happiness is indeed mysterious．As one wise mall put it, ‘Few are those who have never had the chance to achieve happiness，but fewer those who have never taken that chance．’

1．The writer quotes Solon’s dictum in paragraph 2 to prove that            ．

A．happiness is everyone’s business            B．the dead are happier than the living

C．man is generally hard．                          D．happiness is not easy to find

2．Which of the following is NOT mentioned as an ingredient of happiness?

A．Happy marriage．                              B．Entertainment．

C．High ambitions．                                 D．Wealth and power．

3．The writer believes that television programmers             ．

A．do more harm than good                                                                                    B．offer only limited enjoyment

C．should be avoided altogether by viewers                               

D．are a genuine source of enjoyment

4．Dr argyle believes that              ．

A．the temperament of a person is largely affected by his working environment

B．there are people who are by nature happy or unhappy

C．there are people who blame others for their low self-esteem

D．most people often feel depressed because they worry about what other people think of them．

5．In the last paragraph，the writer implies that           ．

A．happiness is false

B．people may not know it but they are, in fact ,happy

C．people should not bother seeking happiness

D．most people have been happy at least once in their life

The old shopkeeper led me through to the back of the shop. The room was filled with boxes and photographs of people dressed in old-fashioned clothes, holding packages in their hands.

“Who are these people?” I asked.

“Satisfied customers,” answered young Mr. Hopkins. “We have a very wide choice of items for sale. Whenever I serve a new customer. I always take their picture.” Mr. Hopkins pointed to an ancient camera standing next to one wall. “Now, how can I serve you?” he added.

By this time, I had started to trust Mr. Hopkins and had begun to appreciate the lovely items on sale. I needed to buy Christmas presents for my family and friends, and this seemed to be the perfect place to purchase them. I spent a very pleasant hour being shown the articles in Mr.  Hopkins’s shop. No matter what I asked for, Mr. Hopkins found it for me. Finally, I bought an antique jewellery box, a pair of riding boots, a leather-bound edition of the Complete Works of Mark Twain, and a sewing machine.

I was very excited that I had found such a good little shop. I promised Mr. Hopkins that I would come back soon. “I will tell all my friends about your lovely place,” I told the shopkeeper.

“Please do not do that, sir”, said Mr. Hopkins. “This is a special place for special people. You must keep this shop a secret.” Then he took my photograph, and handed me the picture straight away.

“That was quick!” I exclaimed. I looked at the photograph. In the picture I looked proud and excited holding the presents I had bought in Mr. Hopkins’ dusty shop.

On Christmas Day, my friend and relatives were delighted with the presents I had bought for them. For weeks, my brother begged me to show him where to find this wonderful little shop. I finally agreed to take him to London to show him.

When we arrived in London, we walked along Oxford Street, past the department store and found…nothing. The little shop was no longer there. In its place was an empty space being used as a car park. I checked the area, again. There was the music shop, and there was the department store. In between should have been Hopkins and Son, but it wasn’t there.

As I was staring at the place where the shop should have been, an old policeman came along. “Are you looking for something sir? ” he asked.

I turned and said “I am looking for a little shop called Hopkins and Son. I thought  it was here.”

“Oh yes,” said the policeman. “There was a shop here once called Hopkins and Son. It sold all sorts of things, but it was  knocked down over 30 years ago.”

I looked again at the place where the shop had been. Then I reached into my pocket and took out the photograph that Mr. Hopkins had taken of me holding my presents in the little shop.

“How strange” I exclaimed.

1．The photos in the back of the shop showed          .

       A．the items that Mr. Hopkins had sold       B．Mr. Hopkins’ family members

       C．Mr. Hopkins’ former customers            D．the antique paintings.

2．How did the writer like the shop?

       A．He found it a modern big shop.

       B．He thought it a wonderful shop for old books.

       C．He liked the ancient camera in the shop most.

       D．He found it a dusty, old but friendly and lovely little shop.

3．Which of the following is true about shop?

       A．It was a very famous little shop in London.

       B．It was a popular bookshop in Oxford.

       C．It was between a music shop and a department store.

       D．It sold Christmas presents only.

4．The word “the articles” in the 4^th paragraph means          .

       A．the goods in the shop                           B．the writer’s works

       C．Mr. Hopkins’ writings                          D．some writings by old customers

5．Which of the following is the best title of this passage?

       A．Christmas Shopping                             B．Hopkings and His Son

       C．The Strange Experience   D．The Little shop

 

The old shopkeeper led me through to the back of the shop. The room was filled with boxes and photographs of people dressed in old-fashioned clothes, holding packages in their hands.

“Who are these people?” I asked.

“Satisfied customers,” answered young Mr. Hopkins. “We have a very wide choice of items for sale. Whenever I serve a new customer，I always take their picture.” Mr. Hopkins pointed to an ancient camera standing next to one wall. “Now, how can I serve you?” he added.

By this time, I had started to trust Mr. Hopkins and had begun to appreciate the lovely items on sale. I needed to buy Christmas presents for my family and friends, and this seemed to be the perfect place to purchase them. I spent a very pleasant hour being shown the articles in Mr. Hopkins’s shop. No matter what I asked for, Mr. Hopkins found it for me. Finally, I bought an antique jewellery box, a pair of riding boots, a leather-bound edition of the Complete Works of Mark Twain, and a sewing machine.

I was very excited that I had found such a good little shop. I promised Mr. Hopkins that I would come back soon. “I will tell all my friends about your lovely place,” I told the shopkeeper.

“Please do not do that, sir”, said Mr. Hopkins. “This is a special place for special people. You must keep this shop a secret.” Then he took my photograph, and handed me the picture straight away. “That was quick!” I exclaimed. I looked at the photograph. In the picture I looked proud and excited holding the presents I had bought in Mr. Hopkins’ dusty shop.

On Christmas Day, my friend and relatives were delighted with the presents I had bought for them. For weeks, my brother begged me to show him where to find this wonderful little shop. I finally agreed to take him to London to show him.

When we arrived in London, we walked along Oxford Street, passed the department store and found…nothing. The little shop was no longer there. In its place was an empty space being used as a car park. I checked the area, again. There was the music shop, and there was the department store. In between should have been Hopkins and Son, but it wasn’t there.

As I was staring at the place where the shop should have been, an old policeman came along. “Are you looking for something, sir?” he asked. I turned and said “I am looking for a little shop called Hopkins and Son. I thought it was here.”

“Oh yes,” said the policeman. “There was a shop here once called Hopkins and Son. It sold all sorts of things, but it was knocked down over 30 years ago.”

I looked again at the place where the shop had been. Then I reached into my pocket and took out the photograph that Mr. Hopkins had taken of me holding my presents in the little shop.

“How strange!” I exclaimed.

61. The photos in the back of the shop showed          .

         A．the items that Mr. Hopkins had sold  B．Mr. Hopkins’ family members

         C．Mr. Hopkins’ former customers      D．the antique paintings.

62. How did the writer like the shop?

     A. He found it a modern big shop.         

         B. He thought it a wonderful shop for old books.

         C. He liked the ancient camera in the shop most.

     D. He found it a dusty, old but friendly and lovely little shop.

63. Which of the following is true about shop?

    A. It was a very famous little shop in London.     

    B. It was a popular bookshop in Oxford.

    C. It was between a music shop and a department store.    

    D. It sold Christmas presents only.

64. The word “the articles” in the 4th paragraph means          .

         A．the goods in the shop        B．the writer’s works

         C．Mr. Hopkins’ writings        D．some writings by old customers

65. Which of the following is the best title for this passage?

         A. Christmas Shopping          B. Hopkins and Son 

    C. The articles                 D. A Little shop

 

The old shopkeeper led me through to the back of the shop. The room was filled with boxes and photographs of people dressed in old-fashioned clothes, holding packages in their hands.

“Who are these people?” I asked.

“Satisfied customers,” answered young Mr. Hopkins. “We have a very wide choice of items for sale. Whenever I serve a new customer，I always take their picture.” Mr. Hopkins pointed to an ancient camera standing next to one wall. “Now, how can I serve you?” he added.

By this time, I had started to trust Mr. Hopkins and had begun to appreciate the lovely items on sale. I needed to buy Christmas presents for my family and friends, and this seemed to be the perfect place to purchase them. I spent a very pleasant hour being shown the articles in Mr. Hopkins’s shop. No matter what I asked for, Mr. Hopkins found it for me. Finally, I bought an antique jewellery box, a pair of riding boots, a leather-bound edition of the Complete Works of Mark Twain, and a sewing machine.

I was very excited that I had found such a good little shop. I promised Mr. Hopkins that I would come back soon. “I will tell all my friends about your lovely place,” I told the shopkeeper.

“Please do not do that, sir”, said Mr. Hopkins. “This is a special place for special people. You must keep this shop a secret.” Then he took my photograph, and handed me the picture straight away. “That was quick!” I exclaimed. I looked at the photograph. In the picture I looked proud and excited holding the presents I had bought in Mr. Hopkins’ dusty shop.

On Christmas Day, my friend and relatives were delighted with the presents I had bought for them. For weeks, my brother begged me to show him where to find this wonderful little shop. I finally agreed to take him to London to show him.

When we arrived in London, we walked along Oxford Street, passed the department store and found…nothing. The little shop was no longer there. In its place was an empty space being used as a car park. I checked the area, again. There was the music shop, and there was the department store. In between should have been Hopkins and Son, but it wasn’t there.

As I was staring at the place where the shop should have been, an old policeman came along. “Are you looking for something, sir?” he asked. I turned and said “I am looking for a little shop called Hopkins and Son. I thought it was here.”

“Oh yes,” said the policeman. “There was a shop here once called Hopkins and Son. It sold all sorts of things, but it was knocked down over 30 years ago.”

I looked again at the place where the shop had been. Then I reached into my pocket and took out the photograph that Mr. Hopkins had taken of me holding my presents in the little shop.

“How strange!” I exclaimed.

61. The photos in the back of the shop showed          .

       A．the items that Mr. Hopkins had sold  B．Mr. Hopkins’ family members

       C．Mr. Hopkins’ former customers    D．the antique paintings.

62. How did the writer like the shop?

     A. He found it a modern big shop.    

       B. He thought it a wonderful shop for old books.

       C. He liked the ancient camera in the shop most.

     D. He found it a dusty, old but friendly and lovely little shop.

63. Which of the following is true about shop?

    A. It was a very famous little shop in London.     

    B. It was a popular bookshop in Oxford.

    C. It was between a music shop and a department store.     

    D. It sold Christmas presents only.

64. The word “the articles” in the 4th paragraph means          .

       A．the goods in the shop      B．the writer’s works

       C．Mr. Hopkins’ writings     D．some writings by old customers

65. Which of the following is the best title for this passage?

       A. Christmas Shopping          B. Hopkins and Son 

    C. The articles                 D. A Little shop