The room ________ smoke and I had to go out for some fresh air．

1. A.
   was filled of
2. B.
   was full with
3. C.
   was filled with
4. D.
   was full about

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It was a normal summer night, humidity（潮湿）hung in the thick air. The only sound was my sister’s heavy __36__ from the bed next to me.

       I couldn’t go to _37__, partly because of my cold and partly because of my __38__ for the next day. My mum had said that tomorrow was going to be a __39__ .

       Sweat stuck to my aching body. Finally, I gathered enough __40__ to sit up. I looked out of my small window into the night. There was a big bright __41__ hanging in the sky, giving off a magic glow.

       My sister turned over as though she was as light as air. Why could she sleep soundly? Why wasn’t she __42__ too? Did she know about tomorrow?

       I couldn’t stand the __43__ anymore, so I did what I always do to make myself feel better. I went to the __44__ and picked up my toothbrush and toothpaste. Pouring the red paste onto the brush, I cleaned back and forth, up and down.

       Then I walked downstairs to look for some __45__of movement, some life. Gladiator, my cat,  __46__ me as he meowed（猫叫）his sad song. He was on the old orange couch （长沙发）, sitting up on his front legs,   47   something to happen. He looked at me as if to say, “I’m __48__, pet me. I need a good hug.” Even the couch begged me to sit on it.

       In one movement I settled down onto the soft   49  . This couch represented my birth, my parents’ marriage, and hundreds of other little __50__.

       As I held Gladiator, my heart started beating heavily. My mind was __51__ with questions: What’s life? Am I really alive? Are you listening to me? Every time I moved my hand down Gladiator’s body, I had a __52__ thought; each touch sang a different song.

       I forgot all about the __53__ and the next day’s surprise. The __54__ was so full of warmth and silence that I sank into its arms. Falling asleep with the big cat in my arms, I felt all my worries __55__ move away.

A. murmuring                B. breathing          C. crying                      D. thinking

A. sleep                         B. work                 C. study                       D. rest

A. interpretations          B. plans                 C. arrangements         D. expectations

A. surprise                     B. hope                 C. success                  D. failure

A. energy                     B. ideas                 C. strength                    D. stamps

A. cloud                       B. star                   C. sun                          D. moon

A. thrilling                     B. sweating            C. sleeping                   D. speaking

A. silence                       B. cold                  C. pressure                   D. pain

A. sitting-room             B. kitchen              C. bathroom              D. waiting-room

A. sights                      B. signs                 C. signals                         D. notices

A. interested                B. pleased             C. reminded               D. frightened

A. begging for              B. asking for          C. admiring for          D. waiting for

A. lonely                          B. shy                   C. friendly                    D. lively

A. bed                            B. couch             C. cat                          D. bad

A. people                    B. animals           C. events                        D. pets

A. flooded                   B. applauding      C. satisfied                     D. knocked

A. strange                   B. difficult                 C. new                           D. noble

A. cold                       B. mind              C. time                       D. heat

A. family                    B. atmosphere      C. heart                          D. bed

A. completely              B. slowly            C. suddenly                    D. partly

I cheated on a unit test in math class this morning during second period with Mr. Burke. Afterward, I was too sick to eat lunch just thinking about it.

I came straight home from school, went to my room, and lay on the floor trying to decide whether it would be better to run away from home now or after supper. Mostly I wished I was dead. It wasn't even an accident that I cheated.

Yesterday Mr. Burke announced there'd be a unit test and anyone who didn't pass would have to come to school on Saturday, most particularly me, since I didn't pass the last unit test. I did plan to study just to prove to him that I'm plenty smart—which I am mostly—except in math.

Anyway, I got my desk ready to study on . Just when I was ready to work, Nicho came into my room with our new rabbit and it jumped on my desk and knocked the flashcards all over the floor. What a mess! Nicho and I finally took the rabbit outside but then Philip came to my room and also Marty from next door and before long it was dinner.

After dinner my father said I could watch a special on television if I'd done all my homework. Of course I said I had. That was the beginning. I felt terrible telling my father a lie about the homework.

It was nine o'clock when I got up to my room and that was too late to study for the unit test so I lay in my bed with the light off and decided what I would do the next day when I was in Mr. Burke's math class not knowing the 8- and 9-times tables. So, you see, the cheating was planned after all.

The next day, I'd go into class as usual, acting like things were going just great. I'd sit down next to Stanley Plummer—he is so smart in math it makes you sick—and from time to time, I'd glance over at his paper to copy the answers.

Lying on the floor of my room, I begin to think that probably I've been bad all along. It just took this math test to clinch it. I'll probably never tell the truth again. I tell my mother I'm sick when she calls me to come down for dinner. She doesn't believe me, but puts me to bed anyhow. I lie there in the early winter darkness wondering what terrible thing I'll be doing next when my father comes in and sits down on my bed.

"What's the matter?" he asks. "I've got a stomachache," I say. Luckily, it's too dark to see his face. "Is that all?" "Yeah." "Mommy says you've been in your room since school." "I was sick there too," I say. "She thinks something happened today and you're upset." That's the thing that really drives me crazy about my mother. She knows things sitting inside my head the same as if I was turned inside out.

"Well," my father says. I can tell he doesn't believe me. "My stomach is feeling sort of upset." I hedge. "Okay," he says and he pats my leg and gets up.

Just as he shuts the door to my room I call out to him in a voice I don't even recognize as my own. "How come?" he calls back not surprised or anything. So I tell him I cheated on this math test. To tell the truth, I'm pretty much surprised at myself. I didn't plan to tell him anything.

He doesn't say anything at first and that just about kills me. I'd be fine if he'd spank me or something. And then he says I'll have to call Mr. Burke. It's not what I had in mind. "Now?" I ask surprised. "Now," he says. He turns on the light and pulls off my covers. "I'm not going to," I say.

But I do it. I call Mr. Burke, and I tell him exactly what happened, even that I decided to cheat the night before the test. He says I'll come on Saturday to take another test, which is okay with me, and I thank him a whole lot for being understanding and all.

"Today I thought I was turning into a criminal," I tell my father when he turns out my light. Sometimes my father kisses me good night and sometimes he doesn't. I never know. But tonight he does.

1.After the author cheated on the math test, he felt ____________.

A．frightened because he might be caught

B．excited that he had succeeded

C．pleased that nobody knew it

D．unhappy because he had done something wrong

2.By “It wasn't even an accident that I cheated”, the author means that ________.

A．he had planned not to study before the test

B．he decided to cheat when he knew there was going to be a test

C．he decided to cheat after he had wasted the whole evening

D．he had planned to cheat with Plummer before the test

3.The author’ mother often drives him crazy because _____-.

A．She really knows what he is thinking

B．she was very strict with him

C．she doesn’t believe him

D．she asks him to come down for dinner

4.After he was informed of what he had done, the father _______.

A．scolded the author severely

B．didn’t say anything and left

C．called Mr. Burke immediately

D．let the author make a call to Mr. Burke

5.The author’s father kissed the author good night because ________-.

A．he had done something unusual

B．he promised to study math harder

C．he was willing to take a make-up test

D．he realized his mistake and had the courage to admit it

Some people are lucky enough to be born with a good sense of direction and even if they have only visited a place once, they will be able to find it again years later.

I am one of those unfortunate people who have poor sense of direction and I may have visited a place time after time but I still get lost on my way there. When I was young I was so shy that I never dared ask complete strangers the way and so I used to wander round in circles and hope that by some chance I would get to the spot I was heading for.

I am no longer too shy to ask people for direction, but I often receive replies that puzzle me. Often people do not like to admit that they didn’t know their hometown and will insist on telling you the way, even if they do not know it; others, who are anxious to prove that they know their hometown very well, will give you a long list of directions which you can not possibly hope to remember, and still others do not seem to be able to tell between their left and their right and you find in the end that you are going in the opposite direction to that in which you should be going.

If anyone ever asks me the way to somewhere, I always tell them I am a stranger to the town in order to avoid giving them wrong direction but even this can have embarrassing results.

Once I was on my way to work when I was stopped by a man who asked me if I would direct him the way to the Sunlight Building. I gave my usual reply, but I had not walked on a few steps when I realized that he had asked for directions to my office building. However, at this point, I decide it was too late to turn back and search for him out of the crowd behind me as I was going to meet with someone at the office and I did not want to keep him waiting.

Imagine my embarrassment when my secretary showed in the very man who had asked for directions of my office and his astonishment when he recognized me as the person he had asked.

1.What is the writer going to do when someone asks him for direction?

2. Why did the writer consider himself to be an unlucky dog?

3.How did the visitor feel when he was showed into the very room?

4. Who showed the right way to the interviewee according to the passage?