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   Once an American was  1  France. He could speak  2  French. One day while he was walking in the street, he felt  3  and went into a restaurant. When the waiter came, the American opened his mouth,  4  his fingers into it and took them out again and moved his lips(嘴唇). In this way, he wanted to say , “Bring me   5  

to eat ”but the waiter brought him lots of things to  6  .first tea, then coffee, then milk, but no   7   . The American was angry  because he was not able to tell the waiter he was hungry. He was ready(准备) to leave the restaurant when another man came in and put his hands on his stomach .And this sign was clear enough for the waiter .In a few minutes, the waiter brought him a large plate of bread and meat. At last the Englishman had his meal in the  8  way.

1．__________   2．__________   3．__________  4．__________

5．__________   6．__________   7．__________   8．_________

Roy wanted to join a sports club. He filled out this application (申请) form. Now please read this form carefully and then answer the questions.

Dear Mr. Woods,

I hope to become a member of your club.

I’ll be happy if I am accepted by your club.

Sincerely yours,

Roy Williams

1.Which sports club did Roy want to join?

A. Newtown Sports Club.             B. Jefferson Drive Sport Club.

C. Center Street Sports Club.       D. Newton Club.

2.Roy was _________ years old when he had his last medical examination.

A. twelve         B. thirteen       C. fourteen        D. fifteen

3.Roy became the top football player _________.

A. in 2009        B. in 1997        C. in 2010         D. both in 2009 and 2010

4.Who did Roy write his letter to?

A. His parents.   B. Dr Jeff Smith. C. Mr. Woods.      D. His brothers.

5.He hoped that the club could _________.

A. know what prize he had ever won

B. accept him as a new member

C. know he was a sports lover

D. help him become a top football player again

One Friday Mrs. King asked her class to write a story after class. “Use your imagination!” she cried, “You can write your story about anything.” Kenny looked worried. “A story?” he thought, “What could I possible have to write about? I don’t know any stories.” The bell rang and all the kids went home.
The next day, Kenny sat at his desk at home, thinking and thinking. The warm sun was shining through the windows, making him drowsy. And soon he fell fast asleep. As he slept, Kenny began to dream about fantastic things.
First he dreamed that he was a world-famous doctor, saving whole cities and curing diseases. Then he dreamed that he was in a UFO. He was talking to strange but friendly space creatures. Then he dreamed that he had become as small as a mouse by a bad scientist. He had to find a way to stop the plot（阴谋）of the mad scientist!
Kenny dreamed wonderful and exciting things until his little brother woke him up. “What were you dreaming about?” he asked. Kenny told his brother the wonderful dreams. His brother enjoyed the stories. Suddenly, Kenny knew that he had his kinds of stories in his imagination.
【小题1】 What did the teacher ask the students to do as homework?

When I was in the third grade, I was chosen to be the princess in the school play. For “weeks my mother had helped me practise my lines. But once on the stage, every word    11  from my head. Then my teacher asked me to change my role to be a narrator (解说者) for the play.    12  I didn’t tell my mother what had happened that day, she noticed my    13  and asked if I wanted to take a walk in the garden.
It was a lovely spring day. We could see dandelions (蒲公英) popping (炸开)   14   the grass in bunches (束). I watched my mother bend down by one of the bunches. “I think I’ll dig up (挖光) all these weeds (野草),” she said. “From now on, we’ll   15  have roses in this garden.”
“But I like dandelions,” I protested(抗议). “All flowers are   16  —even dandelions !”
My mother looked at me seriously. “Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn’t it?” she asked thoughtfully. I nodded. “And that is   17  of people, too,” she added.
When I   18  that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry and told her the truth. “But you will be a wonderful narrator,” she said,    19  me of how much I loved to read stories’ aloud.
Thanks to my mother’s encouragement, I got to know everybody had his or her own    20  in the world. I felt proud of the role in the play.