Many Tuesday mornings. I have coffee with my father. Although my father is a man of few words, I really   1 the time along with him.

One recent Tuesday, I found it a bit  2 when I rang the doorbell, no one seemed to be home. I climbed in through the window, noticing the lights that shone from the kitchen, and  3 that my dad must be there, but he wasn’t. I  4 through his home, checking every room. I tried not to   5 . Yet, upstairs, downstairs, no Dad anywhere.

I was worried .   6 , my father was seventy-one years old. Anything could have happened to him. Then, I got in my car and drove to my mother’s aerobics（有氧运动）class.

On the drive, I thought a lot about my father and our  7 together. Suddenly, I was three years old and he was   8 me up to the living room window to see the Christmas lights. In his  9 , I was safe and secure. At age ten, he used to wake me up with warm breakfast in bed. Then I was twelve and my dad was   10 all the kids at my birthday party with his magic tricks. I was so   11 of my father for being so  12 and talented. He’d made my party a  13 .

As I entered my mother’s class. I was nervous. My mom looked at me in   14.

“Mom, where’s Dad?” I asked, “He’s working in the   15 on the side of the house!” she answered.

And I hurried to my car and   16 back to the yard. “Hey, Dad!” I yelled out and told him about my fears of the last half hour. My dad  17 laughing his typical laugh that was always  18 . I was so thankful that I still had my daddy. And so , as I  19 the door to my father’s house, we went inside for our usual cup of coffee.

Thanks, Daddy, for all the   20 and more importantly, for all your love.

1.                A．dislike          B．share          C．get  D．enjoy

2.                A．dangerous      B．unusual         C．joyful D．relaxing

3.                A．decided        B．hoped          C．expected D．wondered

4.                A．lived           B．pulled          C．hurried   D．came

5.                A．cry            B．panic           C．believe   D．confirm

6.                A．Above all       B．In all           C．After all  D．For all

7.                A．journey        B．family          C．interest   D．past

8.                A．holding         B．picking         C．calling    D．bringing

9.                A．heart          B．chest           C．eyes D．arms

10.               A．amazing        B．cheating        C．inviting    D．providing

11.               A．sure           B．aware          C．proud D．afraid

12.               A．honest         B．special         C．lucky D．practical

13.               A．feast           B．prize           C．secret D．success

14.               A．anger          B．worry          C．sorrow    D．surprise

15.               A．yard           B．kitchen         C．room D．home

16.               A．fought         B．raced(疾驰)     C．looked    D．fled

17.               A．kept           B．remembered    C．began D．stopped

18.               A．bitter          B．simple         C．familiar    D．tight

19.               A．closed         B．unlocked       C．kicked D．knocked

20.               A．memories       B．chances        C．assistance  D．advice

Many Tuesday mornings. I have coffee with my father. Although my father is a man of few words, I really   1 the time along with him.
One recent Tuesday, I found it a bit  2 when I rang the doorbell, no one seemed to be home. I climbed in through the window, noticing the lights that shone from the kitchen, and  3 that my dad must be there, but he wasn’t. I  4 through his home, checking every room. I tried not to   5 . Yet, upstairs, downstairs, no Dad anywhere.
I was worried .   6 , my father was seventy-one years old. Anything could have happened to him. Then, I got in my car and drove to my mother’s aerobics（有氧运动）class.
On the drive, I thought a lot about my father and our  7 together. Suddenly, I was three years old and he was   8 me up to the living room window to see the Christmas lights. In his  9 , I was safe and secure. At age ten, he used to wake me up with warm breakfast in bed. Then I was twelve and my dad was   10 all the kids at my birthday party with his magic tricks. I was so   11 of my father for being so  12 and talented. He’d made my party a  13 .
As I entered my mother’s class. I was nervous. My mom looked at me in   14.
“Mom, where’s Dad?” I asked, “He’s working in the   15 on the side of the house!” she answered.
And I hurried to my car and   16 back to the yard. “Hey, Dad!” I yelled out and told him about my fears of the last half hour. My dad  17 laughing his typical laugh that was always  18 . I was so thankful that I still had my daddy. And so , as I  19 the door to my father’s house, we went inside for our usual cup of coffee.
Thanks, Daddy, for all the   20 and more importantly, for all your love.

Once I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses．So, I really_ 1_whether there is love between my parents．Every day they are very busy  2  to earn money to pay the high schooling for me． They don' t act in the  3  ways that I read in books or I see on TV, and sending flowers to each other on Valentine’s Day is even   4  ．

One day, my mother was sewing a quilt．I asked her if there was  5  between them． She paused her work and raised her head with  6  ．Then she bowed her head and  7  sewing the quilt．I was very  8  because I thought I had hurt her．But after a few minutes she said： “Look at this thread． Sometimes it  9  , but most of the time it disappears in the quilt．If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread．It can  10  be seen anywhere or anytime, but it' s really there, and makes the quilt  11  ．” I listened carefully but I couldn’t understand her   12 _ the next spring．

My mother suddenly got sick seriously and had to stay in the hospital for a one-month treatment． Every morning and dusk after she   13  from the hospital, my father   14   my mother walk slowly on the country road．There were many beautiful flowers, green grass and trees, and the sun gently glistened（使．．闪光） them  15  the leaves．All of these   16   the most beautiful picture in the world．   17   their eyes, I know they love each other deeply．From this experience, I  18  that love was just a   19  in the quilt of our life．Love is   20   , making life strong and warm．

1．A．believe        B．hesitate              C．doubt                     D．ignore

2．A．keeping               B．trying               C．willing                    D．learning

3．A．romantic                B．magic                    C．formal                   D．special

4．A．unsuitable             B．impolite          C．uneasy                        D．impossible

5．A．difference                 B．love                        C．similarity         D．fight

6．A．surprise                    B．anger                      C．smile                      D．calm

7．A．finished                    B．forget                     C．continued                D．considered

8．A．excited                     B．worried                   C．shocked                  D．disappointed

9．A．exists                       B．works                     C．breaks                    D．appears

10．A．easily               B．hardly                     C．simply                   D．usually

11．A．long-lasting             B．long-dated               C．long-suffering         D．long-winded

12．A．after                       B．before                     C．until                       D．since

13．A．returned                 B．escaped                  C．remained                 D．heard

14．A．led                         B．let                          C．supported               D．helped

15．A．from                      B．through                   C．across                    D．throughout

16．A．made up                 B．made with               C．made into                D．made of

17．A．Seeing                    B．Watching                C．Reading                  D．Checking

18．A．expected                 B．admitted                  C．noticed                   D．realized

19．A．material                  B． design                   C．color                      D．thread

20．A．everywhere             B． inside                    C．anywhere                D．outside  

Whenever the sun dropped and the blue sky came up, my father and I used to climb the mountain near my house. Walking together, my father and I used to have a lot of conversations through which I learned lessons from his experiences. He always told me, “You should have goals like climbing the mountain.” Without the mountain-climbing that we both enjoyed ，we couldn’t have enough time to spend together because my father was very busy. I really got a lot from mountain-climbing. It gave me time to talk with my father and to be in deep thought as well as develop my patience (耐力).
Once we climbed a very high mountain. It was so challenging for me because I was only ten years old. During the first few hours of climbing . I enjoyed the flowers and trees, and the birds’ singing, but as time passed, I got a pain in both of my legs. I wanted to quit climbing. In fact, I hated it at that mountain, but my father said to me, “You can always see a beautiful sky at the top of the mountain, but you can’t see it before you reach the top. Only there at the top, can you see all of the nice things, just like in life.”
At that time, I was too young to understand his words. But later after that, I got new hope and confidence. I found myself standing at the top of the sky, which was as clear as crystal (水晶).
【小题1】The passage tells us that mountain-climbing was _____for Father and Son.

Hans was an honest fellow with a funny round good-humored face. Living alone, every day he worked in his garden. In all the countryside there was no garden so lovely as his. All sorts of flowers grew there, blooming in their proper order as the months went by, one flower taking another flower’s place, so that there were always beautiful things to see, and pleasant odors to smell.
Hans had many friends, the most devoted being the Miller. So devoted was the rich Miller to Hans that he’d never go by his garden without plucking a large bunch of flowers or a handful of sweet herbs, or filling his pockets with fruits. The Miller used to talk about noble ideas, and Hans nodded and smiled, feeling proud of having such a friend.
The neighbors thought it strange that the rich Miller never gave Hans anything in return, though he had hundreds of sacks of flour, many cows and sheep, but Hans never troubled his head about these, and nothing gave him greater pleasure than to listen to all the wonderful things about the unselfishness of true friendship.
In spring, summer, and autumn Hans was very happy, but when winter came, and he had no fruit or flowers to sell, he suffered from cold and hunger. Though extremely lonely, the Miller never came to see him then.
“There’s no good in going to see Hans while the snow lasts.” The Miller said to his wife, “When people are in trouble they shouldn’t be bothered. So I’ll wait till the spring comes when he’s happy to give me flowers.”
“You’re certainly very thoughtful,” answered his wife, “It’s quite a treat to hear you talk about friendship.”
“Couldn’t we ask Hans up here?” said their son. “I’ll give him half my meal, and show him my white rabbits.”
“How silly you are!” cried the Miller. “I really don’t know what’s the use of sending you to school. If Hans came up here, and saw our warm fire, our good supper, and our red wine, he might get envious, and envy is a most terrible thing, and would spoil anybody’s nature. I am his best friend, and I’ll always watch over him, and see that he’s not led into any temptation. Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask me for some flour. Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they shouldn’t be confused. The words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things. Everybody can see that.” He looked seriously at his son, who felt so ashamed that he hung his head down, and grew quite scared, and began to cry into his tea.
Spring coming, the Miller went down to see Hans. Again he talked about friendship. “Hans, friendship never forgets. I’m afraid you don’t understand the poetry of life. See, how lovely your roses are!”
Hans said he wanted to sell them in the market to buy back his things which were sold during the hard time of the winter.
“I’ll give you many good things. I think being generous is the base of friendship.” said the Miller. “And now, as I’ll give you many good things, I’m sure you’d like to give me some flowers in return. Here’s the basket, and fill it quite full.”
Poor Hans was afraid to say anything. He ran and plucked all his pretty roses, and filled the Miller’s basket, imagining the many good things promised by the Miller.
The next day he heard the Miller calling: “Hans, would you mind carrying this sack of flour for me to market?”
“I’m sorry, but I am really very busy today.”
“Well,” said the Miller, “considering that I’m going to give you my things, it’s rather unfriendly of you to refuse. Upon my word, you mustn’t mind my speaking quite plainly to you.”
Poor Hans was driven by his friendship theory to work hard for his best friend, leaving his garden dry and wasted.
One evening Hans was sitting by fire when the Miller came.
“Hans,” cried the Miller, “My little boy has fallen off a ladder and hurt himself, and I’m going for the Doctor. But he lives so far away, and it’s such a bad windy night. It has just occurred to me that you can go instead of me. You know I’m going to give you my good things, so you should do something for me in return.”
“Certainly,” cried Hans. He struggled into the stormy night, and got the doctor to ride a horse to the Miller’s house in time to save the boy. However, Hans got lost in the darkness, and wandered off into a deep pool, drowned.
At Hans’ funeral, the Miller said, “I was his best friend. I should walk at the head of the procession.” Every now and then he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.
【小题1】From the passage, we can learn that Hans ___________.