On a cold winter afternoon．Susan was walking home from a supermarket．She was feeling a little tired，as she was carrying her shopping bags．They were so heavy that she decided to have a rest in the park．She walked towards the gate of the park．She noticed a poor man walking out of a restaurant in front of her．The man was holding a paper bag．He walked to a rubbish bin（箱）and started looking through it．

Susan suddenly felt sad．She knew this man would take all that he could get，so she went up to him and gave him some fruit．The man looked up in surprise and took what she gave him．

A big smile appeared on his face and she felt very happy．Then he said，"Wow! First someone gave me this sandwich，then the orange juice，and now some delicious fruit．This is my daughter's lucky day．Thank you，girl．"Then he went away，singing a song．

Just then，Susan understood what the saying "Giving is getting" really meant．Everyone in the world needs help; everyone can offer help and everyone will be helped by showing kindness．

Giving sometimes doesn't cost much，but it means a lot to the people who you help．The man's happiness at that moment comes into Susan's mind every time she has the chance to help others．

1．Susan felt a little tired because she_______．

A．walked so fast                          B．looked through a rubbish bin

C．felt cold                                D．carried heavy shopping bags

2．The poor man felt _______when Susan gave him some fruit．

A．sad                B．surprised         C．interested          D．kind

3．The poor man's daughter couldn't get _______ that day．

A．orange juice        B．some fruit          C．a new coat         D．a sandwich

4．Which of the following is TRUE according to the passage?

A．The poor man had no money to buy food for his daughter．

B．It was the poor man's daughter's birthday．

C．The poor man asked Susan for some fruit． 

D．The poor man's daughter was ill．

5．The passage mainly tells us that _______

A．giving means taking                       B．giving is getting

C．we shouldn't look through rubbish bins               D．we should give others fruit

When it comes to friends, I desire those who will share my happiness, who has wings of their own and who will fly with me.
When I was in the eighth grade, I had a friend. We were shy and “too serious” about our studies when it was becoming fashionable with our classmates to learn acceptable social behaviors. We said little at school, but she would come to my house and we would sit down with pencils and paper, and one of us would say, “Let’s start with a train whistle（鸣笛）today.” We would sit quietly together and write separate poems or stories that grew out of a train whistle. Then we would read them aloud. At the end of that school year, we, too, were changing into social persons and the stories and poems stopped.
When I lived for a time in London, I had a friend. He was in despair（失望）and I was in despair, too. But our friendship was based on the idea in each of us that we would be sorry later if we did not travel over this great city because we had felt bad at the time. We met every Sunday for five weeks and found many excellent things. We walked until our despairs disappeared and then we parted. We gave London to each other.
For almost four years I have had a great friend whose imagination brightens mine. We write long letters in which we often discover our strangest selves. Each of us appears, sometimes in a funny way, in the other’s dreams. She and I agree that, at certain times, we seem to be parts of the same mind.
It is such comforting companions（陪伴）I wish to keep. One bright hour with their kind is worth more to me than the lifetime services of a psychologist, who will only fill up the healing silence necessary to those darkest moments in which I would rather be with my own best friend.
【小题1】We can infer from Paragraph 2 that the writer ______ finally.

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　　Catherine was a famous writer of children's stories. She lived in a fine old house in a small town near London. Often she worked at home, in her quiet 1 . Long before her books became popular, she had tried to teach 2 how to use a computer. And now she typed all her stories on her computer. But sometimes she had to 3 to get some books from the library or have a meeting. She didn't like being away because she was worried about burglar (盗贼). So she was very careful. Just before leaving, she always put a full cup of coffee on the writing desk, and left the radio playing to make a burglar think someone 4 at home.

　　One day she came back after a day out, and found that there was something different in her house. There was only a little 5 left in the cup, and the radio was off. But when she looked at her computer, she saw it was 6 , and someone had typed in a new story. She had no idea who had got in, or how, because none of the doors or windows was broken. Then she sat down to read the story. To her surprise, it was a very good one. “I'll use it in my 7 book!” she said 8 .

　　The next month she had to go to London. She put a cup of coffee and a plate of sandwiches on the desk. When she returned, the coffee and sandwiches had 9 . She ran to the computer. This time there was only 10 on the screen. “IT'S NOT YOUR STORY. IT'S MINE!” it said.

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