One morning I wasted nearly an hour watching a tiny ant carry a huge feather. Several times, it 31 several obstacles in its path. And after a momentary pause it would make the necessary detour (绕道). 32 one point, the ant had to cross a crack about 10mm wide. After some 33
thoughts, the ant laid the feather over the crack, walked 34 it and picked the feather up on the other side, then continued on its way. I was 35 by the cleverness of this ant. It was only a
small insect, lacking in 36 yet equipped with a brain to reason, explore, discover and overcome. 37 this ant, like the othe
r two-legged creatures 38 on the earth, also shares human failings.
After some time the ant 39 reached its destination—a flower bed and a small hole that was the entrance to its 40 home. It was there that the ant met its 41 .How could that large feather possibly 42 such a small hole? Of course, it couldn’t. So the ant, after all this 43 and using great brightness, overcoming problems all along the way, just gave up the 44 and went home. The ant had not thought the problem through 45 it began its journey and in the end the feather was 46 more than a burden. Isn’t our 47 like that?
We worry about our families; we worry about the 48 of money; and we worry about all kinds of things. These are all burdens—the things we pick up along life’s path, and drag them around the obstacles and over the cracks that life will bring, only to 49 that at the destination they are
50 and we can’t take them with us.
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A．brought about B．got over C．came across D．dealt with
A．At B．For C．To D．With
A．brave B．tiring C．magic D．short
A．across B．through C．beside D．behind
A．frightened B．attracted C．annoyed D．satisfied
A．size B．height C．depth D．length
A．Therefore B．But C．Moreover D．Otherwise
A．working B．sleeping C．living D．walking
A．probably B．suddenly C．easily D．finally
A．underground B．lonely C．comfortable D．big
A．partner B．match C．parent D．friend
A．fit B．fix C．suit D．fill
A．decision B．pleasure C．trouble D．matter
A．insect B．problem C．hole D．feather
A．nothing B．anything C．something D．everything
A．study B．aim C．dream D．life
A．waste B．lack C．worth D．danger
A．think B．find C．wonder D．warn
A．bad B．practical C．useless D．meaningful
Asia has long tradition of tea-drinking. And China is no exception.
However, lately more and more Chinese people are turning to a different . Coffee has become a/an popular choice of Chinese people living abroad and in the country's cities. In big cities such as Beijing, coffee shops seem to be on nearly every major street corner. These are not just selling drinks from Starbucks, the world-famous coffee company. Coffee businesses from South Korea and Britain are also in China.
Many young Chinese people drink coffee -- when meeting with friends. Yang Lin lives in the U.S. but comes from an area in China for growing tea. She used to drink tea while in China. But now, she says, she drinks both and for different reasons.
Yang Lin says she was a tea drinker when she was back in China. But she likes coffee and tea now. Drinking coffee for her is a social event. She and her co-workers like to sit in a café and talk over a cup of coffee. Tea, she says, is more about family . She grew up in Fujian province -- an area known for its tea. Ms. Yang says that as a child, her family would together in the evening and talk about the day's events over a steaming pot of tea. So now, the smell of Fujian tea brings back these family memories.
On average a person in China drinks about five cups of coffee a year. This information comes from the China Coffee Association Beijing. That is far below the world average of 240 cups a year. But the association says the amount of coffee that Chinese drink is by about 15 percent every year.
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第二节 完型填空（ 共20小题； 每小题1.5分 满分30分）
It was pouring outside. We all stood there , some patiently；others annoyed nature messed up their hurried day. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens away the dirt and dust of the world.
“Mom, let’s run through the rain,” a girl’s voice me.
“No, honey. We’ll wait until it down a bit,” Mom replied.
The young girl waited about another minute and : “Mom, let’s run through the rain.”
“We’ll get wet if we do,” Mom said.
“No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,” the young girl said as she her Mom’s arm.
“This morning? did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?”
“Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, he can get us through .’”
The entire crowd turned . Mom paused and thought for a moment about she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. then, we heard, “Honey, you are . Let’s run through the rain. If we get wet, maybe we just need washing,” Mom said. Then they ran.
We all stood , smiling and laughing as they ran past the cars. Yes, they got wet. But they were by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the to their cars. Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, and they can even take away your . But no one can take away your precious . So, don’t forget to make time and take the to make memories every day! I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.
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The most important lesson I learned in high school had nothing to do with maths or American history．It came at graduation, several minutes before I left Miramonte High School．
I was rather shy back then, content to around with my few friends and to concentrate on my I was doing so well that by the end of senior year I had perfect scores and enough to go to college．
But my good record soon became a to my well-being．In early June of senior year, the headmaster called me into his office．He asked me to give a leave-taking speech at graduation．I looked at him, my heart fast．This was the for my hard work? I said something, but not very clearly, and hurried away from the office．
I was about the decision, finally agreeing to compromise．I wasn't the only speaker—I would the honor with five other students．Still, it was doubtful whether the task was me．How in the world would I give a speech to hundreds of people?
Graduation day soon arrived and, as ．I was nervous．I'd been practicing my speech for days, and I had it ．But I had never been so in my life．The first half hour of the ceremony passed, and then my came．My name was announced．I managed to reach the platform without falling down．But within minutes, I was , heading back to my seat．
Now I still have the of that speech．My voice trembled a little, but it was clear and strong．I'm proud of that tape．I achieved something I'd never I spoke in front of hundreds of people． I didn't realize it at the time, the successful completion of that speech gave me the to participate in class at college, to give oral reports, and to eventually break free of my .
I never would have chosen to give a speech at graduation．But I'm glad I did．I know it may well turn out to be one of my shining moments．
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War started in our house in late July with a month to go before my first day of college. It was a battle of wills over what college I was to attend. Mom wanted me to attend a famous
school, and I wanted to go to a small writing college. Every night for two weeks, we argued, shouted and gave treatments until both sides went to bed with regrets.
It was mostly my . Since my junior year of high school, I had at being a nurse. I took all the science courses, and even worked as a in my town’s local hospital. My was to help the sick and be superwoman to the world.
Yet, graduation and college neared, it all changed. Treating the sick was
, but not what I was meant to do for the of my life. I could picture myself in hospitals, making rounds, and taking , but I couldn’t picture myself happy. It wasn’t the
I wanted.
Then, I realized I had been creating and writing stories for as long as I could . I loved it, and writing was what I had been doing as a . It was going to be my career. And it had to be.
On August 1st, Mom and I sat down at the dinner table and I told her that she had every
to choose where to spend her money, just like I had every right to decide where I wanted to go to school. If it was her choice not to any of my college education, then I would take a year off to work and earn money so I could go to the college I wanted.
Standing by my decision to be a writer had my firm belief to my mom. Finally we were at , and she decided to support me, which the world to me.
Before that time, I had never stood up my parents on any major decision. Choosing which college to attend me to become a separate and complete adult. I am now finished with my first semester as a Professional Writing major and I cannot wait to see what comes next.
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Different View
At age 14, 15 and 16, the way we looked was the most important thing in the world to us. My friends and I wanted nothing less than perfection.
In high school, we joined the gymnastics team, and our because even more important to us. We had no fat, only muscle. On the weekends, we would go to the beach, of our flat stomachs.
One summer day, all my friends were at my house . At one point, I was running back to the pool. I on a bee, and while it was dying under my foot, it stung (蛰) me. I instantly started to feel . That night, I began to run a high fever and my leg and foot were red, hot and swollen. I couldn’t walk. I could barely .
When my foot started to go numb, everyone became more . My foot was not getting enough blood. I had to go to the , and my leg hurt as if it were badly broken. I couldn’t move. All I could do was think about how soft my middle was becoming. That me more than any concern over my leg.
That would all when I heard the doctors mention possibly cutting off my foot. It was still not getting the supply it needed. The doctors would have to speed up their treatment.
Never before did I have such great for my foot. And walking seemed like a from the gods. Less and less would I want to hear my friends talk about and who was wearing what. More and more I expected visits from other kids in the hospital, who were quickly becoming my friends.
One girl came to visit me . Every time she came, she brought flowers. She was recovering from cancer and felt she should come back and the other patients.
She still had no hair, and she was swollen from medications she had been taking. I would not have given this girl a second before. I now loved every inch of her and looked forward to her .
Finally, I was improving and soon I went home. My leg was still swollen, I was walking, and I had my foot! When I would go back to the hospital, I often saw my friend. She was still visiting people and good cheer. I thought if even there was an angel on this earth, it had to be her.
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