On a trip to California, my family stopped for lunch. As we walked toward the entrance to the restaurant, a man, with a            beard and dirty hair, jumped up from a bench outside the restaurant and opened the door for us．Regardless of his            , he greeted us in a friendly way.

Once inside, my daughters whispered, "Mom, he          . " After we ordered our lunch, I explained, telling the kids to look            the dirt. We then watched other customers approach the restaurant but many             him. Seeing this rudeness truly upset me. The day I became a mother, I had determined to set a good             to my children. Yet sometimes when things didn't go right, being a good example was             . When our meal arrived, I realized I had left the car-sick pills in the truck．With the windiest trip ahead, the kids needed them, so I           myself from the meal and went to get them.

Just then, the "doorman" was opening the door for a couple. They rushed past him without even acknowledging his            . Letting them in first, I said a loud "thank you" to him as I             .

When I returned, we talked a bit. He said he was not allowed inside             he purchased food. I went back and told my family his            .Then I asked our waitress to add one soup and sandwich.

The kids looked             as we had already eaten, but when I said the order was for the "doorman", they smiled. When it was time to           our trip, I found the "doorman" enjoying his meal. Upon seeing me, he stood up and thanked me heartily. He then           out his hand for a handshake and I gratefully accepted. I suddenly           the tears in his eyes—tears of gratitude. What happened next drew great astonishment: I gave the " doorman" a          . He pulled away, with tears           down his face.

Back in truck, I fell into deep thought．While we can't choose many things in life, we can choose when to show gratitude．I said thanks to a man who had           held open a door for me, and also said thanks for that          to teach my children by example.

1.A．messy       B．clean  C．pretty D．bright

2.A．service     B．state   C．appearance         D．attitude

3.A．smokes    B．smells C．sighs   D．smiles

4.A．around     B．over    C．beyond        D．into

5.A．ignored    B．hated  C．missed         D．refused

6.A．target       B．rule     C．record         D．example

7.A．stressful   B．accessible   C．awkward     D．tough

8.A．excused   B．refreshed   C．prevented  D．forgave

9.A．company B．presence    C．challenge    D．attack

10.A．quitted  B．marched     C．exited D．approached

11.A．before   B．unless C．though         D．since

12.A．story      B．deed   C．desire D．demand

13.A．concerned     B．puzzled        C．excited        D．bored

14.A．make      B．start    C．continue     D．take

15.A．waved    B．washed        C．raised D．reached

16.A．watched         B．inspected    C．witnessed   D．noticed

17.A．hug         B．nod     C．lift       D．strike

18.A．slipping  B．rushing        C．rolling D．breaking

19.A．firmly     B．simply C．constantly   D．politely

20.A．journey B. wisdom C. community    D．opportunity        

The “Doorman”
On a trip to California, my family stopped for lunch. As we walked toward the entrance to the restaurant, a man, with a   36  beard and dirty hair, jumped up from a bench and opened the door for us．Regardless of his   37 , he greeted us in a friendly way．
Once inside, my daughters whispered, "Mom, he   38   " After we ordered our lunch, I explained, telling the kids to look   39  the dirt．We then watched other customers approach the restaurant but many   40  him．Seeing this rudeness truly upset me．The day I became a mother, I had decided to set a good   41  for my children．Yet sometimes when things didn't go right, being a good example was   42   When our meal arrived, I realized I had left the car-sick pills in the truck．With the windiest trip ahead, the kids needed them, so I   43  myself from the meal and went to get them．
Just then, the "doorman" was opening the door for a couple．They rushed past him without even acknowledging his   44   . Letting them in first, I said a loud "thank you" to him as I 45 ．
When I returned, we talked a bit．He said he was not allowed inside   46  he purchased food．I went back and told my family his   47 . Then I asked our waitress to add one soup and sandwich．The kids looked   48  as we had already eaten, but when I said the order was for the "doorman" , they smiled．When it was time to   49  our trip, I noticed the "doorman" enjoying his meal．Upon seeing me, he stood up and thanked me heartily．He then   50  his hand for a handshake and I gratefully accepted．I suddenly noticed the tears in his eyes—tears of  51  .  What happened next drew great astonishment: I gave the " doorman" a   52  ! He pulled away, with tears   53  down his face．
Back in truck, I fell into deep thought．While we can't choose many things in life, we can choose when to show gratitude．I said thanks to a man who had   54  held open a door for me, and also said thanks for that   55  to teach my children by example．

The “Doorman”

On a trip to California, my family stopped for lunch. As we walked toward the entrance to the restaurant, a man, with a   36  beard and dirty hair, jumped up from a bench and opened the door for us．Regardless of his   37 , he greeted us in a friendly way．

Once inside, my daughters whispered, "Mom, he   38   " After we ordered our lunch, I explained, telling the kids to look   39  the dirt．We then watched other customers approach the restaurant but many   40  him．Seeing this rudeness truly upset me．The day I became a mother, I had decided to set a good   41  for my children．Yet sometimes when things didn't go right, being a good example was   42   When our meal arrived, I realized I had left the car-sick pills in the truck．With the windiest trip ahead, the kids needed them, so I   43  myself from the meal and went to get them．

Just then, the "doorman" was opening the door for a couple．They rushed past him without even acknowledging his   44   . Letting them in first, I said a loud "thank you" to him as I 45 ．

When I returned, we talked a bit．He said he was not allowed inside   46  he purchased food．I went back and told my family his   47 . Then I asked our waitress to add one soup and sandwich．The kids looked   48  as we had already eaten, but when I said the order was for the "doorman" , they smiled．When it was time to   49  our trip, I noticed the "doorman" enjoying his meal．Upon seeing me, he stood up and thanked me heartily．He then   50  his hand for a handshake and I gratefully accepted．I suddenly noticed the tears in his eyes—tears of  51  .  What happened next drew great astonishment: I gave the " doorman" a   52  ! He pulled away, with tears   53  down his face．

Back in truck, I fell into deep thought．While we can't choose many things in life, we can choose when to show gratitude．I said thanks to a man who had   54  held open a door for me, and also said thanks for that   55  to teach my children by example．

1.                A．heavy          B．messy          C． long     D． grey

2.                A．service         B．status          C． appearance appearance D． attitude

3.                A．smells          B．smiles          C． sniffs    D． smokes

4.                A．into           B．over           C． around  D． beyond

5.                A．hated          B．missed         C． ignored  D． refused

6.                A．example        B．rule            C． record  D． target

7.                A．tough          B．accessible       C． awkward D． stressful

8.                A．withdrew       B．freed          C． prevented    D． excused

9.                A．company       B．effort          C． presence D． attempt

10.               A． quitted        B．exited          C． marched  D． approached

11.               A． before        B．though         C． unless    D． since

12.               A． demand       B．deed          C． experience    D． story

13.               A． concerned     B．puzzled         C． shocked  D． bored

14.               A． continue       B．start           C． take D． make

15.               A． waved        B．washed         C． raised    D． extended

16.               A． gratitude      B．affection        C． sympathy D． approval

17.               A． nod          B．hug            C．lift   D． clap

18.               A． streaming      B．slipping         C． rushing   D． breaking

19.               A． firmly         B．simply          C． constantly D． politely

20.               A． journey       B．wisdom         C． coincidence   D． opportunity

I’ve often had difficulty remembering names. Proper nouns seldom found easy purchase in my brain unless I consciously repeat them over and over again. Needless to say, when people leave my life their names are often soon forgotten. This can have some embarrassing consequences.

Five or six years after high school graduation, I was reading carefully the shelves of a local auto supply shop when I noticed someone familiar enter the store. I knew him. He was in my graduation class and although he was not a good friend of mine, we had shared many classes and knew each other well. I began to feel an increasing sense of foreboding（预感）and quickly hid behind the nearest shelving unit. I should have known his name. How many times had I heard it during class role call? How many conversations had we had in the hallways?

I easily remembered his surname, “Ricca”. His was a large, well know family in the town of my childhood. I couldn’t have just acknowledged him using his surname. I might as well have admitted forgetting his name, which was not a choice. One’s name is important to every person’s identity. Not remembering an old acquaintance’s name is similar to forgetting your wife’s favourite flower, an embarrassing mistake of the highest order.

I quickly ran through the alphabet (字母表), a strategy I developed for just such an occasion. Abe? No, Adam, Andy, Bob? No, Bill? Yes! Bill sounded right. Of course, his name is Bill. I confidently made my way around the shelves and spoke to him as he was studying some cans of motor oil.

“Bill, how are you doing?”, I said offering him my hand which he took with a friendly shake. We talked a bit, some amusing remarks about our college experiences and such. I took his hand again, said how good it was to see him and gave him a happy wave, calling him by name again, as I left.

I was so pleased that I avoided yet another awkward encounter(相遇) that I could feel a big smile on my face as I paid the cashier and exited the store. As I marched merrily across the parking lot, an awful thought came into my mind. John, his name is John! Where did Bill come from? Was that one of my brothers? The sudden realization of what I did made me stop in my tracks. My head dropped when I realized my mistake. There was no way Mrs. Ricca would name one of her sons “Bill”. “Billerica” was the name of a town just north of Boston.

1.Which one can show the charge of the writer’s feelings?

a. guilty   b. anxious   c. embarrassed   d. happy   e sure

A．a-d-b-e-c          B．d-e-b-a-c          C．c-b-e-d-a          D．b-c-d-e-

2.According to the passage, which statement is NOT sure?

A．Forgetting your wife’s favourite flower is a very serious mistake.

B．It is common to call an old acquaintance his given name.

C．The writer was in his twenties when he met John in the store.

D．John and the writer studied in the same college.

3.The underlined word “acknowledge” probably means “      ” here.

A．accept            B．greet             C．thank             D．admit

4.We can infer from the passage that _______.

A．The writer must have experienced such embarrassment many times

B．The writer had difficulty remembering names because he was getting old

C．Running through the alphabet was always an effective way of remembering an acquaintance’s name for the writer

D．Mrs. Ricca would have named one of her sons “Bill” if Billerica was not the name of a town north of Boston

I’ve often had difficulty remembering names. Proper nouns seldom found easy purchase in my brain unless I consciously repeat them over and over again. Needless to say, when people leave my life their names are often soon forgotten. This can have some embarrassing consequences.
Five or six years after high school graduation, I was reading carefully the shelves of a local auto supply shop when I noticed someone familiar enter the store. I knew him. He was in my graduation class and although he was not a good friend of mine, we had shared many classes and knew each other well. I began to feel an increasing sense of foreboding（预感）and quickly hid behind the nearest shelving unit. I should have known his name. How many times had I heard it during class role call? How many conversations had we had in the hallways?
I easily remembered his surname, “Ricca”. His was a large, well know family in the town of my childhood. I couldn’t have just acknowledged him using his surname. I might as well have admitted forgetting his name, which was not a choice. One’s name is important to every person’s identity. Not remembering an old acquaintance’s name is similar to forgetting your wife’s favourite flower, an embarrassing mistake of the highest order.
I quickly ran through the alphabet (字母表), a strategy I developed for just such an occasion. Abe? No, Adam, Andy, Bob? No, Bill? Yes! Bill sounded right. Of course, his name is Bill. I confidently made my way around the shelves and spoke to him as he was studying some cans of motor oil.
“Bill, how are you doing?”, I said offering him my hand which he took with a friendly shake. We talked a bit, some amusing remarks about our college experiences and such. I took his hand again, said how good it was to see him and gave him a happy wave, calling him by name again, as I left.
I was so pleased that I avoided yet another awkward encounter(相遇) that I could feel a big smile on my face as I paid the cashier and exited the store. As I marched merrily across the parking lot, an awful thought came into my mind. John, his name is John! Where did Bill come from? Was that one of my brothers? The sudden realization of what I did made me stop in my tracks. My head dropped when I realized my mistake. There was no way Mrs. Ricca would name one of her sons “Bill”. “Billerica” was the name of a town just north of Boston.
【小题1】Which one can show the charge of the writer’s feelings?
a. guilty   b. anxious   c. embarrassed   d. happy   e sure