For as long as I can remember, I have been very bad at arguing with people. As soon as someone disagrees with me, I get angry because I feel attacked, like the other person is out to show that I am wrong. And for some reason, I hate being wrong! So my immediate reaction is to get very defensive, I raise my voice, and I end up saying something I later regret. Needless to say, the whole thing ends with me beating myself up, and the other person feeling alienated (疏远) from me. This bothers me especially because my mother does the exact same thing and I hate it!

I have noticed this tendency in me for a long time now, but I have never been able to stop. I did some anger management work with a therapist (治疗专家) a while ago, but because I moved and turned to an advisor at school who cannot see me regularly, I have not been able to continue this important work. They tell you to stop and count to 10, control your breathing, calm yourself down before you talk. But that's the whole problem, I could never think of stopping myself until it was too late! The hurtful things had already come out of my mouth, and I was stuck picking up the pieces.

Right now the problem is urgent because my relationship with a wonderful boyfriend is in danger because of my insecurity and hatred of being wrong. He is closing himself off to me because I have hurt him, and no doubt I am no longer attractive as a woman with no confidence in herself and a bad temper. How do I stop ruining my relationships and hating myself? How do I stop hating being wrong?

67. In what situation will the writer get angry easily?

A. When she has argument with people.

B. When people disagree with her.

C. When she is attacked.

D. When she does something wrong.

68. What does the underlined part in the first paragraph mean?

A. My mother disagrees with me.

B. My mother alienates herself from me.

C. My mother has the same problem with me.

D. My mother does the same wrong to me.

69. In the second paragraph, what does the underlined word "tendency" refer to?

A. Being bad at arguing with people.

B. Hating being wrong.

C. Being lost to others.

D. Hating my mother.

70. We can infer from the third paragraph that

A. the writer feels helpless with her problem

B. the writer finds it hard to count from one to ten

C. the writer has received effective advice about her problem

D. the writer is under the treatment of a therapist

71. What did the writer imply in the last paragraph?

A. She is closing herself off to her boyfriend.

B. She is much hurt by her boyfriend.

C. Her boyfriend has broken up with her.

D. She has to solve her problem in no time.

Some people are lucky enough to be born with a good sense of direction and even if they have only visited a place once, they will be able to find it again years later.

I am one of those unfortunate people who have poor sense of direction and I may have visited a place time after time but I still get lost on my way there. When I was young I was so shy that I never dared ask complete strangers the way and so I used to wander round in circles and hope that by some chance I would get to the spot I was heading for.

I am no longer too shy to ask people for direction, but I often receive replies that puzzle me. Often people do not like to admit that they didn’t know their hometown and will insist on telling you the way, even if they do not know it; others, who are anxious to prove that they know their hometown very well, will give you a long list of directions which you can not possibly hope to remember, and still others do not seem to be able to tell between their left and their right and you find in the end that you are going in the opposite direction to that in which you should be going.

If anyone ever asks me the way to somewhere, I always tell them I am a stranger to the town in order to avoid giving them wrong direction but even this can have embarrassing results.

Once I was on my way to work when I was stopped by a man who asked me if I would direct him the way to the Sunlight Building. I gave my usual reply, but I had not walked on a few steps when I realized that he had asked for directions to my office building. However, at this point, I decide it was too late to turn back and search for him out of the crowd behind me as I was going to meet with someone at the office and I did not want to keep him waiting.

Imagine my embarrassment when my secretary showed in the very man who had asked for directions of my office and his astonishment when he recognized me as the person he had asked.

1.What is the writer going to do when someone asks him for direction?

2. Why did the writer consider himself to be an unlucky dog?

3.How did the visitor feel when he was showed into the very room?

4. Who showed the right way to the interviewee according to the passage?

Some people are lucky enough to be born with a good sense of direction and even if they have only visited a place once, they will be able to find it again years later.

　　I am one of those unlucky people who have poor sense of direction and I may have visited a place time after time but I still get lost on my way there. When I was young I was so shy that I never dared ask complete strangers the way and so I used to wander round in circles and hope that by some chance I would get to the place I was heading for.

　　I am no longer too shy to ask people for direction, but I often receive replies that puzzle me. Often people do not like to admit（承认）that they didn’t know their hometown and will insist on telling you the way, even if they do not know it; others, who are anxious to prove that they know their hometown very well, will give you a long list of directions which you can not possibly hope to remember, and still others do not seem to be able to tell between their left and their right and you find in the end that you are going in the opposite（相反的）direction to that in which you should be going.

　　If anyone ever asks me the way to somewhere, I always tell them I am a stranger to the town in order to avoid giving them wrong direction but even this can have embarrassing results.

　　Once I was on my way to work when I was stopped by a man who asked me if I would direct him the way to the Sunlight Building. I gave my usual reply, but I had not walked on a few steps when I realized that he had asked for directions to my office building. However, at this point, I decide it was too late to turn back and search for him out of the crowd behind me as I was going to meet with someone at the office and I did not want to keep him waiting.

　　Imagine my embarrassment when my secretary showed in the very man who had asked for directions of my office and his astonishment when he recognized me as the person he had asked.

1.What is the writer going to do when someone asks him for direction?

2.Why did the writer consider himself to be an unlucky dog?

3.How did the visitor feel when he was showed into the very room?

4.Who showed the right way to the interviewee according to the passage?

　Some people are lucky enough to be born with a good sense of direction and even if they have only visited a place once, they will be able to find it again years later.
　　I am one of those unfortunate people who have poor sense of direction and I may have visited a place time after time but I still get lost on my way there. When I was young I was so shy that I never dared ask complete strangers the way and so I used to wander round in circles and hope that by some chance I would get to the spot I was heading for.
　　I am no longer too shy to ask people for direction, but I often receive replies that puzzle me. Often people do not like to admit that they didn’t know their hometown and will insist on telling you the way, even if they do not know it; others, who are anxious to prove that they know their hometown very well, will give you a long list of directions which you can not possibly hope to remember, and still others do not seem to be able to tell between their left and their right and you find in the end that you are going in the opposite direction to that in which you should be going.
　　If anyone ever asks me the way to somewhere, I always tell them I am a stranger to the town in order to avoid giving them wrong direction but even this can have embarrassing results.
　　Once I was on my way to work when I was stopped by a man who asked me if I would direct him the way to the Sunlight Building. I gave my usual reply, but I had not walked on a few steps when I realized that he had asked for directions to my office building. However, at this point, I decide it was too late to turn back and search for him out of the crowd behind me as I was going to meet with someone at the office and I did not want to keep him waiting.
　　Imagine my embarrassment when my secretary showed in the very man who had asked for directions of my office and his astonishment when he recognized me as the person he had asked.
　　60. What is the writer going to do when someone asks him for direction?
　　   A. He will direct the right way to the person willingly.
　　   B. He will reply to it by the means of being a stranger to the town.
　　   C. He will give the very person long list of direction.
　　   D. He is going to show the man an opposite direction.
　　61. Why did the writer consider himself to be an unlucky dog?
　　   A. Because of his poor sense of direction.
　　   B. Because he always forget the way to home.
　　   C. Because he did not have any friend.
　　   D. Because he used to be shy and dared not ask others the way.
　　62. How did the visitor feel when he was showed into the very room?
　　   A. He felt strange.                              B. He felt embarrassed.
　　   C. He felt very sad.                                   D. He felt astonished.
　　63. Who showed the right way to the interviewee according to the passage?
　　   A. Someone we don’t know.                 B. The writer did it for himself.
　　   C. The secretary did so.                        D. A warm-hearted old lady did it.

Now that I am no longer young, I have friends whose mothers have passed away. I have heard these sons and daughters say they never fully appreciated their mothers ___【小题1】___ it was too late to tell them. I am blessed (赐福) with the dear mother who is still alive. I ___【小题2】___ her more each day. My mother does not change, but I ___【小题3】___ . As I grow older and wiser, I realize ___【小题4】___ an extraordinary person she is. How ___【小题5】___ that I am unable to speak these words in her ___【小题6】___ , but they flow easily from my pen.
　　How does a daughter begin to thank her mother for life itself? For the love, patience and just ___【小题7】___ hard work that go into ___【小题8】___ a child? For running after a toddler (学走步的小孩), for understanding a ___【小题9】___ teenager, for tolerating (忍受;容忍) a college student who knows ___【小题10】___ ? For waiting for the day when a daughter ___【小题11】___ how wise her mother really is?
　　How does a ___【小题12】___ woman thank a mother for ___【小题13】___ to be a mother? For being ready ___【小题14】___ advice (when asked) or remaining ___【小题15】____ when it is most appreciated? For not saying, “I told you so,” when she could have uttered these words ___【小题16】___ ? For being ___【小题17】___ herself-loving, thoughtful, patient, and forgiving?
　　I don’t know how, dear God, except to ask you to bless her as richly as she ___【小题18】___ and to help me live up to the example she has ___【小题19】___ . I pray that I will look as good in the eyes of my children as my mother ___【小题20】___ in mine.