Mother came to Mike's bed and sat down beside him.

"What kind of day did you have?"

"It was a bad day for me," Mike answered. "I had a fight with Paul."

"Yes, part of the day was bad," Mrs. Black said, "But tell me about the best thing today."

Mike smiled. "After school l went fishing alone," he said. "I didn't think I would have any fun. But I did. I caught a fish!"

"I'm glad you had a good time." Mrs. Black said, "Think about it until you go to sleep.Now I'm going to turn off the light. Happy dreams."

Every night, Mike answers the same question. "What was the best thing that happened to you today?" Every night, Mike thinks about that best thing. Of course he has many, happy dreams. Sometimes he has to think hard to find the best thing. Sometimes it is a very small thing.

But he always has one good thing to think about. This is a good way Mike's mother has taught to end his day.

54. Mike enjoyed himself that day because he________.

A. had a fight     B. got the first prize    C. caught a fish    D. talked to his father

55. Mike's mother ________ every night.

A. tells a story to him  B. asks him the same question  C. reads a book for him  D. watches TV with him

56. The writer wants to tell us________.

A. Mike doesn't like the question at all

B. Mike has to think about a question to ask every day

C. Mother's question should be a different one

D. Mike's mother has found a good way to help his son sleep well

57. To think about a good thing always brings Mike ________.

 A. a good book         B. a bad tomorrow  C. a good sleep     D. a sleepless night

One night, I wondered what it would be like if I only asked questions. I decided that no matter what anyone said to me the next day, I would reply only with   36 .
I loved to read about scientists and their discoveries, and I knew that scientists always started their research with a question. I hoped that I could become a scientist. Maybe by asking questions, I could train my mind to be   37 .
I survived the morning easily. “Is there any egg?” I answered when my mother asked what I wanted for breakfast. “Is this seat taken?” I asked when my friend Mike asked where he was going to   38  on the bus.
In the classroom, Mr. Black spoke slowly and clearly while I listened carefully. The problem had been part of my homework the night before. I wrote the answer on the board, “Could the answer be 361?”
Mr. Black smiled and nodded. I thought,“How did I   39  to get through that?” I almost laughed because asking questions really was starting to become a   40 .
I thought I had made it safely through the whole day,   41  what I had come to consider my experiment blew up at the dinner table when my dad asked me about my day. “What do I always do?” I replied.
My parents looked at each other. My father   42  again. “Well, I hope you went to school,” he said.
“Uhhh … why would you think otherwise?” I asked. My parents exchanged another   43   
and were becoming annoyed.
“Do you think questions are a good way to train your mind to be active?” I asked.
“It   44  the question,” said my father. “Some questions are asked for   45  information. Those are good mind-training questions. Sometimes, people use questions to get the other person to say something. Sometimes people ask questions to get someone to agree with them. Those questions don’t really achieve anything.”
“I guess my experiment didn’t work,” I said, and I told my father about my   46 .
“I think it worked   47 !” my father said. “You made a discovery, didn’t you? What matters is that you have put your idea into practice.”