Even though it was only October, my students were already whispering about Christmas plans. With each passing day everyone became more __36__, waiting for the final school bell. Upon its _37____everyone would run for their coats and go home, everyone except David.
David was a small boy in ragged clothes. I had often _38___what kind of home life David had, and what kind of mother could send her son to school dressed so __39_ for the cold winter months, without a coat, boots, or gloves. But something made David __40_. I can still remember he was always __41____a smile and willing to help. He always _42__after school to straighten chairs and mop the floor. We never talked much. He__43___just simply smile and ask what else he could do, then thank me for letting him stay and slowly__44___home.
Weeks passed and the __45___over the coming Christmas grew into restlessness until the last day of__46__before the holiday break. I smiled in ___47 __as the last of them hurried out the door. Turning around I saw David ___48___standing by my desk..
“I have something for you ”he said and ____49____from behind his back a small box .__50___it to me, he said anxiously, “Open it ”I took the box from him ,thanked him and slowly unwrapped it. I lifted the lid and to my __51__, I saw nothing. I looked at David’s smiling face and back into the box and said,“The box is nice ,David ,but it’s__52__”.
“Oh no, it isn’t”said David.“It’s full of love. My mum told me before she died that love was something you couldn’t see or touch unless you know it’s there.”.
Tears filled my eyes ___53___I looked at the proud dirty face that I had rarely given____54___to. After that Christmas, David and I became good friends and I never forgot the meaning ___55___the little empty box set on my desk .
A．anxious B．courageous C．serious D．cautious
A．warning B．ringing C．calling D．yelling
A．scolded B．wondered C．realized D．learned
A．modestly B．naturally C．inaccurately D．improperly
A．popular B．upset C．special D．funny
A．expressing B．delivering C．wearing D．sharing
A．practiced B．wandered C．studied D．stayed
A．would B．should C．might D．could
A．aim at B．turn to C．put off D．head for
A．argument B．excitement C．movement D．judgment
A．school B．year C．education D．program
A．relief B．return C．vain D．control
A．weakly B．sadly C．quietly D．helplessly
A．searched B．found C．raised D．pulled
A．Holding B．Handing C．Sending D．Leaving
A．delight B．expectation C．appreciation D．surprise
A．cheap B．empty C．useless D．special
A．as B．until C．because D．though
A．advice B．support C．attention D．command
A．from B．behind C．over D．towards
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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