I was shopping at my local supermarket, as I normally have for years. One particular day, I had done about 2 weeks worth of shopping and  31  toward the register to pay for what I bought. After the cashier had scanned my items and I had bagged them up, she stated that the  32  was $150.
I   33  into my back right pocket to take the money to pay and noticed that there was no money there.  I started to get  34 .  I knew my purse was in the car and I was sure I had put the  35  in my back right pocket. I looked at the cashier with wet eyes and a  36 look not knowing what to do.  There were people behind me on the line. She told me to speak with the courtesy counter (爱心柜台).  I  37  and said, “Really? It's  38 , no one would hand that in!”  But she  39  me to. “You never know…” she said.
I decided that there was no  40  in checking so I walked up to a woman behind the counter and said “I have to ask, did anyone  41  cash by any chance?” She asked “How much?” My face then  42 .  “$200 in the form of one hundred dollar bills.” I replied.  She said, “ 43 , yes, someone did!” I was so  44 ! “Who? I want to thank her.”  She pointed to a young girl about 10 years old and said, “She did.”
I walked over to the mom and hugged her. She said, “It wasn't me, it was my    45 ” .  I said “I know, I wanted to thank you both,  46  she found it ... it's because of you that I got this back.” I was so happy. I was almost in tears. 
The next day at work, a person in another department  47  me tickets to the circus.  He handed me 5 tickets. Almost  48  that young girl’s face popped (突然出现) in my head.  After work I went back to the supermarket and stopped at the courtesy counter and asked if she had any idea who that woman was. She smiled and said, “Yes, She is a friend of mine”.  Then I asked her to do me a favor and pass along these 5 tickets to her.
She told me that the family of the little girl who found my money were not rich so they would really  49  this.  She also said that they had 3 children, so five was the   50  number of tickets!  

On August 26, 1999, New York City experienced a torrential downpour. The merciless rain caused the streets to flood. New York City' s subway system came to a screeching stop as the subway stations were drowned in water. Unfortunately, this happened during the morning rush hour.
Many people who were going to work were trapped and forced to go home. Some battled with fellow New Yorkers to hail a cab or to get on a bus. Still others braved the storm, walking miles to get to work.
I happened to be one of the people on their way to work that morning. I went from subway line to subway line only to find that most service had stopped. After running around like crazy and making my way through crowds of people, I finally found a subway line that was operating. Unfortunately, there were so many people waiting to board the subway that I could not even get down the stairs to the platform. Determined to get to work, I decided to take the train uptown several stops and then switch back to the downtown train. It was annoyance, but it paid off. However, the train got more packed at each stop. People pushed and shoved. I was constantly hit with elbows and bags. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity (no end),the train reached my stop.
But the journey was not over yet. I would still have to walk several blocks to get to my office. When I finally got to work, I was completely soaked and left a puddle of water everywhere I sat. I was also exhausted (tired out)and discouraged from my commute.
My co-workers and I spent most of the day drying off. When 5:00 rolled around,I was ready to go home. I was about to log off my computer when I received an email from Garth, my Deputy Director:
I would like to thank all those who made the effort and eventually reported to work. It is always reassuring, at times like these, when employees so clearly show their devotion to their jobs. Thank you.
His email was short,but I learned more from that brief message than I ever did from a textbook. The email taught me that a few words of appreciation can make a big difference.The rainstorm and the transit troubles had made me miserable.But Garth's words immediately invigorated me and put a smile back on my face.As a matter of fact,his email made the whole subway painful experience all worthwhile.
August 26,1999 may have been one of the darkest days in New York City history,but it was one of the brightest days in my life thanks to Garth.
65.The subway system in NY came to a sudden stop because_______.
A. most of its service had stopped        B. it was flooded by busy travelers
C. it was during a morning rush hour      D. its stations were covered with water
66.How did the writer get to her office?
A. By pushing in the stairs to the platform.        B. By switching trains in a roundabout way
C. By battling with people to hail a taxi.   D. By walking miles to get to the office.
67.The underlined word "invigorated" probably means_______.
A. inspired             B. expected      C. liberated            D. convinced
68.Which is the best title for the passage?
A. A downpour in mid-summer          B. A lesson from a rainy day
C. An appreciation of a misery           D. A dark day in New York history

Thanksgiving Day was near. Lucy, the first grade teacher, gave her class a fun   36 — to draw a picture of somebody or something for which they were    37  . When the students    38  
their assignment, she found most of them drew some pictures of their family, teachers, friends or neighbors.
Douglas, however, made a different kind of picture. He was a   39   boy. He didn’t act the same as others. He always seemed to be shy and sad. He   40  played with other children during the break   41  they kindly invited him to. Lucy treated him very well. She always helped him and   42   him to be confident. Yes, his picture was different. He just drew a   43 . Nothing else. His abstract image   44   the imagination of his classmates. Whose hand could it be? One guessed it was a mother’s hand, for mother’s hand gives children warmth and   45  . Another child guessed it was a police officer’s hand, because the police   46  people and care for people. And so the discussion   47 .
When the children were discussing it, Lucy paused at Douglas’ desk,   48  down, and asked him whose hand it was. The little boy murmured, “It’s   49 , teacher.” Douglas was most thankful for her hand. She was   50  and felt tears in her eyes. She thought of the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there. She   51   how often she had said to him, “Take my   52 , Douglas. We’ll go outside.” or “Let me show you how to hold your pencil.”
The story speaks of   53  thankfulness. It also says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship. They might not always say “  54 ” out, but they’ll remember the hand that you   55 out to give them love and be grateful to you always.
【小题1】..

A．search

B．question

C．meet

D．protect

Several years ago, while attending a communication course, I experienced a most unusual process. The instructor asked us to list __16__ in our past that we felt __17__ of, regretted, or incomplete about and read our lists aloud.
This seemed like a very __18__ process, but there’ s always some __19__ soul in the crowd who will volunteer. The instructor then __20__ that we find ways to __21__ people, or take some action to right any wrong doings. I was seriously wondering how this could ever __22__ my communication.
Then the man next to me raised his hand and volunteered this story: “Making my  _23__, I remembered an incident from high school. I grew up in a small town. There was a Sheriff __24__ of us kids liked. One night, my two buddies and I decided to play a __25__ on him.
After drinking a few beers, we climbed the tall water tank in the middle of the town, and wrote on the tank in bright red paint: Sheriff Brown is a sob.(畜生). The next day, almost the whole town saw our glorious __26__. Within two hours, Sheriff Brown had us in his office. My friends told the truth but I lied. No one __27__ found out.”
“Nearly 20 years later, Sheriff Brown’s name __28__ on my list. I didn’t even know if he was still __29__. Last weekend, I dialed the information in my hometown and found there was a Roger Brown still listed. I tried his number. After a few __30__, I heard, “Hello?” I said, “Sheriff Brown?” Paused. “Yes.” “Well, this is Jimmy Calkins.”
“And I want you to know that I did it？”Paused. “I knew it!” he yelled back. We had a good laugh and a __31__ discussion. His closing words were: “Jimmy, I always felt bad for you __32__ your buddies got it off their chest, but you were carrying it __33___ all these years. I want to thank you for calling me...for your sake.”
Jimmy inspired me to __34__ all 101 items on my list within two years, and I always remember what I learned from the course: It’s never too late to __35__ the past wrong doings.

One day while shopping in a small town in southern California, it was my misfortune to be approached by a clerk．He seemed most unfriendly and not at all concerned about my intended purchase．I bought nothing, and marched angrily out of the store．
On the outside was a dark-skinned young man in his early twenties．His expressive brown eyes met and held mine, and in the next instant a beautiful, bright smile covered his face．I gave in immediately．The power of that broad smile dissolved all bitterness within me, and I felt the muscles in my own face happily responding．
"Beautiful day, isn't it?" I remarked, passing．Then I turned back．"I really owe you a debt of thanks," I said softly．
His smile deepened, but he made no attempt to answer．A Mexican woman and two men were standing nearby．The woman stepped forward and volunteered, "Sir, but he doesn't speak English．Do you want me to tell him something?" In that moment I felt transformed．The young man's smile had made a big person of me．My friendliness and good will toward all mankind stand ten feet tall．
“Yes,” my reply was enthusiastic and sincere, “tell him I said, ‘Thank you!’”
“Thank you?” The woman seemed slightly puzzled．
I gave her arm a friendly pat as I turned to leave．"Just tell him that," I insisted．"He'll understand．I am sure!"
Oh, what a smile can do! Although I have never seen that young man again, I shall never forget the lesson he taught me that morning．From that day on, I became smile-conscious, and I practice the art diligently anywhere and everywhere, with everybody．
【小题1】Why did the author leave the store angrily?