I read yesterday (yes, on a blog) that there are now blogging competitions!! I can’t believe it. A man in England won $2,000 for writing the best blog. There’s even a list of the best Chinese bloggers! I’ve read a few of them- before they were famous, I might add. I suppose that one blog can be better than another. It can be better written, more interesting, funnier, and I suppose that blogs are there to be read and judged (点评) by other people. If they’re not good, they’re not read. And they’re not just personal feelings. If they were, they’d be called diaries. Have locks, and be hidden under beds. So I’m OK with this whole competition thing. I just can’t believe I didn’t win!

This has got me thinking about why I’m writing this blog. I’m not doing it to win a competition (or I wasn’t when I started …) and I’m not doing it to show all my personal feelings – I do that in my diary. So, why am I a blogger?

To tell the truth, the first time I heard the word blog I thought it was a new word for a toilet. But I love learning new words so I used my knowledge and found out that a blog was a personal website and the word blog came from the words web log. Now a log is a type of diary kept by sailors (水手), and web, well, we all know that it has nothing to do with catching flies and everything to do with the Internet. Web log… weblog… blog…. Being a writer I loved the idea of getting my views (观点)onto the Internet where anyone could read them, and no editors (编辑) could get their hands on them!

So my first reason for blogging: I’m a writer. I want people to read what I write (un-edited!). And I love writing about anything I choose. I can write about saving the environment or complain about how the people in front of me in the cinema always seem to have big heads. And sometimes I pour out my heart too.

My second reason is that it’s relaxing. I don’t have to do research and write an article. I can let my thoughts go on as long as I like.

Third reason? To keep in touch.  I’m terrible on the phone and all my friends around the world read my blog (or they say they do …). Every now and then, I even upload a photo so they remember what I look like.

Is there a fourth reason? There probably is but now it’s time for dinner. Tomorrow I might even tell you what I ate.

1. The writer thinks a good blog is one that _____________.

  A. can let his thought go freely

  B. wins a blogging competition

  C. helps people keep in touch

  D. is read by large numbers of people

2. The writer loves writing blogs mainly because __________.

  A. his writing about feeling can be shown anywhere

  B. his writing would never be edited by others

  C. he enjoys writing something about big events

  D. he finds himself terrible on the phone

3. There’re __________reasons in the passage to explain why the writer is a blogger.

  A. 2                     B. 3                      C. 4                     D. 5

4. This passage is _________.

  A. a blog about blogging                     B. a diary about blogging

      C. a view on blogging                        D. a judgement on blogging

I'm thinking about ________ and ________.

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A．what to say it; how to say it

B．what to say; how to say

C．what to say it; how to say

D．what to say; how to say it

I stood in the doorway，watching my older brother carefully putting clothes into his bag．I coughed uneasily．When he realized that I was there，Rocky turned toward me  1  a sad smile．

    “I’m  2  tomorrow，”he said．“I know．”My  3  was almost a whisper（低声，耳语）．I was angry at  4  for being so weak，but I wasn’t about to（将要）cry．“My  5  is early so there is enough time to come to the airport，”he said．Seeing the sad look on my face，he quickly added，“I  6   won’t leave without saying goodbye．”

    I tried to say  7  ．but didn’t．It’s always better to  8  if you’re about to cr．

    “You promised you wouldn’t cry，”he said to me，thinking that I was to cry．I remember the day he   9   me how to ride a bike．At first I thought he was always right behind me，holding the seat to keep me from  10  ．I was happy with this，but he knew he  11  hold me up all my life．He told me that one day he would have to leave．His coughing stopped my  12  ．What was left to say?  13  could l say goodbye to the person who taught me everything?

    The next morning I   14  ，looked at my alarm clock，and realized he had left  15  before．We never even said goodbye．

Goodbye，Rocky! Although he may have been many miles away，I knew he heard me，even if it was only an answer in his heart．

1．A．In                            B．of                           C．by                         D．with

2．A．leaving                     B．coming                  C．traveling                 D．returning

3．A．word                        B．noise                      C．voice                     D．sound

4．A．me                           B．him                        C．myself                   D．himself

5．A．bus                          B．ship                        C．train                             D．flight

6．A．hope                        B．promise                  C．wish                      D．agree

7．A．something                B．anything                 C．everything              D．nothing

8．A．cheer up                  B．keep quiet               C．enjoy yourself         D．keep away

9．A．teaches                     B．taught                    C．is teaching              D．had taught

10．A．riding                     B．running                  C．walking                  D．falling

11．A．could                      B．couldn’t                 C．had to                    D．didn’t have to

12．A．dreaming                B．imaging                  C．thinking                  D．realizing

13．A．How                       B．Why                       C．What                     D．When

14．A．gave up                  B．looked up                C．woke up                D．stayed up

15．A．hours                            B．days                       C．weeks                    D．minutes