Nowadays，within a short walk along a busy street，you are ________ to find a chain store ______----a fast­food restaurant，a bakery，or a supermarket.

A．probable; some kinds                B．likely; of some kind

C．possible; some kind of               D．unlikely; some kind of

Both my parents came from towns in Mexico. Then I was born in E1 Paso，Texas and when I was four, my family moved to a housing project in East Los Angeles.
Even though we struggled to make ends meet, my parents stressed to me and my four brothers and sisters how fortunate we were to live in a great country with limitless opportunities. They influenced us with the concepts of family, faith and nationalism.
I got my first real job when I was ten. My dad injured his back working in a cardboard­box factory and was retrained as a hairstylist. He rented space in a little shopping mall and gave his shop the fancy name of Mr.Ben’s Coiffure.
The owner of the shopping center gave Dad a discount on his rent for cleaning the parking lot three nights a week，which meant getting up at 3 a．m..To pick up rubbish, Dad used a little machine that looked like a lawn mower. Mom and I emptied garbage cans and picked up litter by hand. It took two to three hours to clean the lot. I’d sleep in the car on the way home.
I did this for two years，but the lessons I learned have lasted a lifetime. I acquired discipline and a strong work ethic(道德), and learned at an early age the importance of balancing life’s competing interests－in my case，school，homework and a job. This really helped during my senior year of a high school, when I worked 40 hours a week flipping burgers at a fast­food joint while taking a full load of college preparation courses.
The hard work paid off. I attended the U．S.Military Academy and went on to receive graduate degrees in law and business from Harvard. Later, I joined a big Los Angeles law firm and was elected to the California State Assembly(州议会)．In these jobs and in everything else I’ve done, I have never forgotten those nights in the parking lot. The experience taught me that there is dignity in all work and that if people are working to provide for themselves and their families that is something we should honor.
59. Before my father got injured，we________.
A. didn’t like living in the USA                   B. lived a poor but happy life
C. were lucky to move to the USA                 D. had many ways to make money
60. When he recovered，to make a living my father________.
A. ran a small shopping mall                  B. did a part­time job
C. worked as a barber                        D. became a street cleaner
61. Working in the parking lot for two years had taught me________.
A. how to obey school discipline             B. how to do two things well at a time
C. that discipline and work were of equal value 
D. that I must do as many things as possible at a time
62. The author tells us in the last paragraph that we should be proud of those who________.
A. have done all kinds of jobs                      B. are cleaning the parking lot
C. have achieved a lot in their lives               D. are bearing their responsibilities

Both my parents came from towns in Mexico. Then I was born in E1 Paso，Texas and when I was four, my family moved to a housing project in East Los Angeles.

Even though we struggled to make ends meet, my parents stressed to me and my four brothers and sisters how fortunate we were to live in a great country with limitless opportunities. They influenced us with the concepts of family, faith and nationalism.

I got my first real job when I was ten. My dad injured his back working in a cardboard­box factory and was retrained as a hairstylist. He rented space in a little shopping mall and gave his shop the fancy name of Mr.Ben’s Coiffure.

The owner of the shopping center gave Dad a discount on his rent for cleaning the parking lot three nights a week，which meant getting up at 3 a．m..To pick up rubbish, Dad used a little machine that looked like a lawn mower. Mom and I emptied garbage cans and picked up litter by hand. It took two to three hours to clean the lot. I’d sleep in the car on the way home.

I did this for two years，but the lessons I learned have lasted a lifetime. I acquired discipline and a strong work ethic(道德), and learned at an early age the importance of balancing life’s competing interests－in my case，school，homework and a job. This really helped during my senior year of a high school, when I worked 40 hours a week flipping burgers at a fast­food joint while taking a full load of college preparation courses.

The hard work paid off. I attended the U．S.Military Academy and went on to receive graduate degrees in law and business from Harvard. Later, I joined a big Los Angeles law firm and was elected to the California State Assembly(州议会)．In these jobs and in everything else I’ve done, I have never forgotten those nights in the parking lot. The experience taught me that there is dignity in all work and that if people are working to provide for themselves and their families that is something we should honor.

59. Before my father got injured，we________.

A. didn’t like living in the USA                   B. lived a poor but happy life

C. were lucky to move to the USA                 D. had many ways to make money

60. When he recovered，to make a living my father________.

A. ran a small shopping mall                  B. did a part­time job

C. worked as a barber                        D. became a street cleaner

61. Working in the parking lot for two years had taught me________.

A. how to obey school discipline             B. how to do two things well at a time

C. that discipline and work were of equal value 

D. that I must do as many things as possible at a time

62. The author tells us in the last paragraph that we should be proud of those who________.

A. have done all kinds of jobs                      B. are cleaning the parking lot

C. have achieved a lot in their lives               D. are bearing their responsibilities

Both my parents came from towns in Mexico. Then I was born in E1 Paso，Texas and when I was four, my family moved to a housing project in East Los Angeles.
Even though we struggled to make ends meet, my parents stressed to me and my four brothers and sisters how fortunate we were to live in a great country with limitless opportunities. They influenced us with the concepts of family, faith and nationalism.
I got my first real job when I was ten. My dad injured his back working in a cardboard­box factory and was retrained as a hairstylist. He rented space in a little shopping mall and gave his shop the fancy name of Mr.Ben’s Coiffure.
The owner of the shopping center gave Dad a discount on his rent for cleaning the parking lot three nights a week，which meant getting up at 3 a.m..To pick up rubbish, Dad used a little machine that looked like a lawn mower. Mom and I emptied garbage cans and picked up litter by hand. It took two to three hours to clean the lot. I’d sleep in the car on the way home.
I did this for two years，but the lessons I learned have lasted a lifetime. I acquired discipline and a strong work ethic(道德), and learned at an early age the importance of balancing life’s competing interests-in my case，school，homework and a job. This really helped during my senior year of a high school, when I worked 40 hours a week flipping burgers at a fast­food joint while taking a full load of college preparation courses.
The hard work paid off. I attended the U.S.Military Academy and went on to receive graduate degrees in law and business from Harvard. Later, I joined a big Los Angeles law firm and was elected to the California State Assembly(州议会).In these jobs and in everything else I’ve done, I have never forgotten those nights in the parking lot. The experience taught me that there is dignity in all work and that if people are working to provide for themselves and their families that is something we should honor.

1. 1.

   Before my father got injured，we________.

   1. A.
      didn’t like living in the USA                  
   2. B.
      lived a poor but happy life
   3. C.
      were lucky to move to the USA                
   4. D.
      had many ways to make money
2. 2.

   When he recovered，to make a living my father________.

   1. A.
      ran a small shopping mall                 
   2. B.
      did a part­time job
   3. C.
      worked as a barber                       
   4. D.
      became a street cleaner
3. 3.

   Working in the parking lot for two years had taught me________.

   1. A.
      how to obey school discipline            
   2. B.
      how to do two things well at a time
   3. C.
      that discipline and work were of equal value 
   4. D.
      that I must do as many things as possible at a time
4. 4.

   The author tells us in the last paragraph that we should be proud of those who________.

   1. A.
      have done all kinds of jobs                     
   2. B.
      are cleaning the parking lot
   3. C.
      have achieved a lot in their lives              
   4. D.
      are bearing their responsibilities

    There's a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella. At first I couldn't stand it；now I'm used to it.

    I don't know his name. I know he's average in appearance，wears a gray suit，and has a common face. One hot morning，when I was sitting on a tree­shaded bench in Palermo Park，reading the paper，suddenly I felt something touch my head. It was the very same man who now，as I'm writing，keeps striking me with an umbrella.

    On that occasion I turned around filled with anger. He just kept on hitting me. I asked him if he was crazy. He didn't even seem to hear me. Then I threatened to call a policeman. Calmly，cool as a cucumber，he stuck with his task. After a few moments of hesitation，and seeing that he was not about to change his attitude，I stood up and hit him on the nose. The man fell down. But he immediately got back on his feet，obviously with great effort，and without a word again began hitting me on the head with the umbrella. His nose was bleeding and，at that moment，I felt sorry for him. I felt regret for having hit him so hard. After all，the man wasn't exactly hitting me；he was merely tapping me lightly with his umbrella，not causing any pain at all. Of course，those taps were extremely bothersome. As we all know，when a fly lands on your forehead，you don't feel any pain；what you feel is annoyance. Well then，that umbrella was one huge fly that kept landing on my head time after time.

    Convinced that I was dealing with a madman，I tried to escape. But the man followed me，wordlessly continuing to hit me. So I began to run(I should point out many people run as fast as I do). He took off after me，trying to land a blow. The man was out of breath so that I thought，if I continued to force him to run at that speed，he would drop dead right then and there.

1.When the man began to strike the author with an umbrella, the author________.

    A. became angry                     B. called the police

    C. turned around and escaped            D. turned around and fought back

2.The author would most probably agree that the man was ________.

    A. deaf                             B. blind

    C. dead                             D. mad

3.The author felt sorry for the man because________.

    A. the man formed a bad habit of beating others

    B. he hit the man so hard that his nose bled

    C. the man couldn't catch up with him

    D. there was a fly on the man's head

4. It can be learned from the passage that the man ________.

    A. shouted loudly while hitting the author

    B. wanted to tell the author something

    C. ran after the author breathlessly

    D. acted as if he were a fly