We once had a poster competition in our fifth grade art class.
“You could win prizes，’’our teacher told US as she wrote the poster information on the blackboard. She passed out sheets of construction paper while continuing，“The first prize is ten dollars. You just have to make sure that the words on the blackboard appear somewhere on your poster. ”
We studied the board critically. Some of US looked with one eye and held up certain colors against the blackboard，rocking the sheets to the fight or left while we conjured up our designs. Others twisted their hair around their fingers or chewed their erasers while deep in thought. We had plans for that ten—dollar grand prize，each and every one of US. I'm going to spend mine on candies，one hopeful would announce，while another practiced looking serious，wise and rich.
Everyone in the class made a poster. Some of us used parts of those fancy paper napkins，while others used nothing but colored construction paper. Some of US used big designs，and some of us preferred to gather our art tidily down in one comer of our poster and let the space draw the viewer's attention to it. Some of US would wander past the good students’ desks and then return to our own projects with a growing sense of hopelessness. It was yet another grown-up trick of the soil they seemed especially fond of。making all of US believe we had a fair chance，and then always—always—rewarding the same old winners.
I believe I drew a sailboat，but I can’t say that with any certainty. I made it. I admired it. I determined it to be the very best of all of the posters I had seen，and then I turned it in.
Minutes passed.
No one came along to give me the grand prize，and then someone distracted me，and I probably never would have thought about that poster again.
I was still sitting at my desk，thinking，What poster? When the teacher gave me an envelope with a ten-dollar bill in it and everyone in the class applauded for me.
46. What was the teacher's requirement for the poster?
A. It must appear in time.
B. It must be done in class.
C. It must be done on a construction sheet.
D. It must include the words on the blackboard.
47. The underlined phrase in paragraph 3 most probably means _____________.
A. formed an idea for
B. made an outline for
C. made some space for
D. chose some colors for
48. After the teacher’s words，all the students in the class _________.
A. 1ooked very serious
B. thought they would be rich
C. began to think about their designs
D. began to play games
49. After seeing the good students’ designs，some students _________.
A. 1oved their own designs more
B. thought they had a fair chance
C. put their own designs in a comer
D. thought they would not win the prize
50. We can infer from the passage that the author ______________.
A. enjoyed grown-up tricks very much
B. 1oved poster competitions very much
C. felt surprised to win the competition
D. became wise and rich after the competition

My best friend, Tom, and I live in a senior-citizen apartment in a lovely small town. Tom is a ten-year-old dog and I am a sixty-nine-year-old lady .
Years ago, I __36__  when I retired I would get a dog to __37__  my golden years. From the very beginning, Tom has always been __38_ and I never have to tell him anything more than once. He is extremely __39___ and always puts back the toys where they were after __40__.He is a wonderful companion. We sometimes play a ___41___together. He does many amusing things that make me laugh. As a result, I enjoy his__42___.
One afternoon, Tom started acting ___43__. I was sitting on the floor playing with him, __44___he started sniffing at the right side of my chest. He had never done anything like this before, suddenly he threw his entire__45__at the right side of my chest, and I cried in___46___.
Soon after this, I felt a lump(肿块). After X-rays and tests, doctors told me I __47__cancer. When cancer started, for an unknown __48___, a wall of calcium(钙化壁) built. Then the lump or cancer _49__ itself to the wall. When Tom __50__on me, the force broke the lump away from the calcium wall, which made me ___ 51__the lump. Before that, I couldn’t see or feel it, so there was no way for me to know it was there.
I had a complete __ 52___ and the cancer did not spread. The doctors told me if the cancer had gone unfound even six more months, it would have been too late.
Was Tom ___53__ of just what he was doing? I’ll never really know. What I do
know is that I’ m glad I made a promise to_ 54 __my golden years with this wonderful creature---- for Tom not only shares his life with me; he has made sure that I will be ___55___to share my life with him.

Dear Betty,

     My roommate’s family wants me to celebrate Thanksgiving Day with them in their home. I accepted the invitation, and I’m excited about going, but I’m a little nervous about it, too. The social customs in my country are different from those here, so I’m a little worried about making mistakes.

      Should I bring a gift, such as candy or flowers? Should I arrive on time or a little late?  At the dinner table, how can I know which fork or knife to use? How can I let the family know that I’m thankful for their kindness?

                                                               Yours,

                                                               Knowing Nothing

Dear Knowing Nothing,

     It’s a good idea to bring a gift when you go to a dinner party. Flowers are always welcome, or you can bring a bottle of wine if you know the family drink it.

     You should arrive on time or five to ten minutes late. Don’t get there early. If you are going to be more than fifteen minutes late, you should call and tell them.

     Try to relax at the dinner table. If you don’t know how to use the right fork, knife or spoon, just watch the other guests, and follow them. If you still have no idea of what to do, don’t be shy about asking the person next to you; it’s better to ask them than to be silently uncomfortable and nervous.

     If you like the food, say so. Of course, you’ll thank the host and hostess for the meal and for their kindness. It’s also a good idea to send a card to thank them the day after.

                                                                                       Yours,

                                                                                       Betty

Knowing Nothing wrote a letter to Betty to _____.

     A. tell Betty some good news               B. ask for some advice

     C. answer some questions                    D. invite her to dinner

According to Betty, Knowing Nothing ______ when going to a dinner party.

     A. can only bring some flowers                 B. can’t bring wine

     C. should arrive on time or five to ten minutes late  D. should arrive twenty minutes late

Betty does NOT advise Knowing Nothing to _____.

     A. relax at the dinner table                B. watch the other guests

     C. ask the person beside him              D. keep silent at table

第二节：完形填空（共20小题；每小题1.5分，满分30分）
阅读下面短文，从短文后所给各题的四个选项（A、B、C和D）中，选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。
When my father died, one of the tasks that fell to me was to sort through and decide which objects to save and which to throw away. Now I look at the    31    of my life as if I were dead,   32    what my children will do with the human skull(骷髅) that    33     on the bookcase next to my desk. I couldn’t   34     them if they threw it out. They’ve been wanting to do that for some years,    35    will they know how much can be learned from   36    with a skull? And what about my books?   37   they can find some place in their   38   for ten thousand books. However, I know they will look at the white, plastic head of a horse on my desk and   39   it into a Glad trash bag without any   40  , never knowing that it is the only place   41   from the first chess set (棋子)I owned.
How many boxes of mine will my children   42   ? Can I trust my children with my   43   ? Every object of our lives is a   44   , and emotion swirls(旋动) around it like fog, hiding and   45   a tiny truth of the heart.
I look at these objects that are mine and know, too, that they are   46   of how alone I am, how alone each of us is,   47    no one knows what any object means except he or she who   48    it. I have the memory of taking it home   49   one of my newly-born children from the hospital; only I have the memory of what it looked like when I lived in that apartment and where it sat in that house. I look at the objects that are mine, and the memories are   50    and permeated（渗透着）with love. I look at the objects that are mine and know that I’m going to miss me very much.
31．A．tasks         B．objects         C．books         D．pictures
32．A．wondering          B．designing     C．concluding      D．weaving
33．A．cries         B．sleeps          C．sits          D．smiles
34．A．educate        B．understand       C．blame       D．strike
35．A．and         B．so            C．or            D．but
36．A．helping       B．living          C．playing       D．speaking
37．A．Honestly     B．Luckily        C．Naturally           D．Surely
38．A．desks          B．bags         C．apartments      D．hearts
39．A．drag               B．take          C．move          D．throw
40．A．hesitation        B．love         C.  care           D．worry
41．A．casting        B．expanding     C．remaining       D．shining
42．A．enjoy          B．reserve        C．find         D．prepare
43．A．life          B．passion        C．respect        D．heart
44．A．mark          B．pleasure       C．belief          D．memory
45．A．preventing      B．spreading     C．protecting       D．encouraging
46．A．symbols      B．phenomena      C．measures       D．tracks
47．A．when          B．once         C．unless          D．as
48．A．prefers        B．repairs         C．owns          D．remembers
49．A．like         B．for           C．with               D．to
50．A．strange       B．warm              C．new         D．bitter

The sun shone in through the dining room window, lighting up the hardwood floor. We had been talking there for nearly two hours. The phone of the “Nightline” rang yet again and Morrie asked his helper, Connie, to get it. She had been taking down the callers’ names in Morrie’s small black appointment book. It was clear I was not the only one interested in visiting my old professor—the “Nightline” appearance had made him something of a big figure—but I was impressed with, perhaps even a bit envious of, all the friends that Morrie seemed to have.

       “You know, Mitch, now that I'm dying, I’ve become much more interesting to people. I’m on the last great journey here—and people want me to tell them what to pack.”

    The phone rang again. “Morrie, can you talk?” Connie asked.

    “I’m visiting with my old friend now,” he announced, “Let them call back.”

    I cannot tell you why he received me so warmly. I was hardly the promising student who had left him sixteen years earlier. Had it not been for “Nightline”, Morrie might have died without ever seeing me again.

       What happened to me? The eighties happened. The nineties happened. Death and sickness and getting fat and going bald happened. I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it. Yet here was Morrie talking with the wonder of our college years, as if I’d simply been on a long vacation.

       “Have you found someone to share your heart with?” he asked. “Are you at peace with yourself?” “Are you trying to be as human as you can be?”

       I felt ashamed, wanting to show I had been trying hard to work out such questions. What happened to me? I once promised myself I would never work for money, that I would join the Peace Corps, and that 1 would live in beautiful, inspirational places.

       Instead, I had been in Detroit for ten years, at the same workplace, using the same bank, visiting the same barber. I was thirty-seven, more mature than in college, tied to computers and modems and cell phones. I was no longer young, nor did I walk around in gray sweatshirts with unlit cigarettes in my mouth. I did not have long discussions over egg salad sandwiches about the meaning of life.

       My days were full, yet I remained, much of the time, unsatisfied. What happened to me?

1. When did the author graduate from Morrie’s college?

       A. In the eighties.    B. In the nineties.    C. When he was 16.         D. When he was 21.

2. What do we know about the “Nightline”?

    A. Morrie started it by himself.                      B. It helped Morrie earn a fame.

C. The author helped Morrie start it.              D. It was only operated at night.

3. What can we infer from the passage?

         A. Both the author and Morrie liked travelling.

         B. Morrie liked helping people pack things for their journeys.

         C. The author envied Morrie’s friends the help they got from him.

         D. The author earned a lot of money at the cost of his dreams.

4. What’s the author’s feeling when he writes this passage?

         A. Regretful.        B. Enthusiastic.            C. Sympathetic.         D. Humorous.