In the middle of the night, Peter’s wife suddenly fell ill. She rolled from side to side, crying, “Oh, my stomach! Get the ___31___!”
Peter thought his wife was only having a ___32___dream.
“Stop that noise,” he said to her. He turned over and tried to go to __33___ again. But his wife still cried out, “Oh, help! Help! I’m sure I am ___34___.”
Peter got out of bed and started ___35___, but he could not find his clothes.
“Where is my shirt?” he asked. His wife was __36__ ill to tell him, and she could only cry, “Oh, my poor ___37___!”
As soon as he had put his clothes ___38__, he said, “Now, my dear, are you quite __39___ that you need the doctor? Surely you can wait ___40___next morning, can’t you?”
“No, I can’t, go, go, go!” his wife shouted, “___41__ you will find me dead in the morning!”
So Peter went out into the ___42___street. He had only gone a few steps, when he heard his wife ___43___ him again. “I’m __44___again, and I shall not want the doctor.” She said softly.
Hearing this, he started running as ___45___ as he could towards the doctor’s house. When he arrived there, he knocked at the door with his stick loudly enough to wake ___46___ around.
“Oh, Doctor,” Peter called loudly to the doctor, “I have very ___47___ news for you. My wife ___48___ ill with a terrible stomachache. I was on the way to bring you to her. But she called me back to say that the trouble had suddenly ___49___her. So you need not come. Go back to bed now and ___50___ well.”

About a year ago, I went to stay at a Detroit hotel. I didn’t want to  21  too much money with me, so I asked the desk clerk to put a hundred-dollar bill in the safe for me.
The next morning, 22 , the clerk said that he knew nothing about my money. I didn’t have any proof 23  I had given the man the money. There was clearly nothing left to do but go to the 24 lawyer.
The lawyer 25 me to return to the hotel with him and give another hundred dollar bill to the desk. So we did. An hour later, I went 26 to the desk and asked for my money.  27 I had the lawyer as an eyewitness to the 28 hundred dollar bill, the clerk could not say he  29  nothing about it.
Another hour later, I put the second part of the lawyer’s 30 into action. This time both the lawyer and I went to the hotel to 31 for the hundred-dollar bill once again, and  32  the clerk insisted that he had given  33  to me, I said it was not true. The lawyer said to him, “ I  34  this gentleman give you a hundred-dollar bill. If you don’t hand it 35  immediately, I will be forced to call the  36 ”. The clerk realized he had been 37 , so he gave me back the first hundred-dollar bill.
“ I don’t know  38  to thank you enough for  39  my money back.” I said to the lawyer. And what do you suppose he answered? He said, “ Oh, don’t  40  me. That will be one hundred dollars, please.”

Ｍy second father
My father died when I was five. It was hard on us all. My brother, who is eight years older than me, began to __36____my mother and me. He made sure the trash was taken out and the yard mowed. He did this _37____ without being told to do so.
Because of my father’s death, my mother was __38___ to get a full time job. My brother, __39____ , would get me up for school and make me __40____ . On our way to school, he would play games with me. He made every__41___to make me happy and he succeeded __42____.
When we arrived home from school, we were__43____for about half an hour until mom was home from work. He would__44____something for supper, and have everything ready for mom __45___she could start cooking. After that, we would go outside and have some __46___. This was my brother’s time to be a(n)___47___ , enjoying himself in the games.
It was a Saturday in June a couple years later. My mother and I were at the store when I __48____ they had the Father’s Day cards out. Feeling __49___, I asked my mother why they hadn’t Brother’s Day cards. She smiled and said, “You’re right.___50___ your brother has been a father to you. Go and__51____ a card.”
So I did, and on Father’s Day, my mother and I _52__ my brother down and gave him the card.
As he read it, I saw the tears __53____ in his eyes. I heard my mom’s __54____    trembling as she said, “Son, your father is proud of you, seeing that he___55___ a good man. We love you, and thank you.”

完形填空（共20小題；每小題1分。滿分20分）
This was an unforgettable and wonderful experience. It happened about three years ago and it has had a  26 effect on me. I would like to show respect here for the two men I do not know 27  but whose actions gave a new 28  to the words—kind and generous.
I was walking down a busy street on a cold, windy day in early  29  . A homeless man, probably about 60 and without wearing any shoes, was 30 for change on a street corner.
A BMW car  31  on the other side of the street and an executive（主管）who was perfectly dressed stepped out of the car. He was probably about  32 years old. He was wearing a blue business suit with a deep red silk tie. He walked 33  across the street and over to the homeless man. Without saying anything, he first gave him a lot of 34  and then he sat down and took off his gloves（手套）, beautiful black leather shoes and his black dress socks. Then he  35  them to the homeless man. The homeless man took them and stared with a/an  36  mouth.
As he drove off, I couldn’t  37 thinking that it was probably the first time he had  38  the pedal（踏板）of that top-brand BMW car with a 39 foot!  I stood there and the looks of  40    appeared on my face and the homeless man’s.
Two men of about the same age,   41 very different lives had met and the one who was 42 in materials had offered  43 than his shoes. He had left his BMW car and  44 down from his high position. He lifted up the other man when he offered respect,  45 and real generosity.

完形填空（共20小題；每小題1分，滿分20分）
My husband and I insisted that our children were old enough to clean their rooms and make their beds. But they thought  41 . My complaints, even self-justified shouting, were always landing on  42_   ears.  Very often a whole hour’s scolding would end with their   43  into tears, I felt very frustrated (沮喪的).I realized I needed to   44  my method of “mothering”.
One day when they were at school, I spent some time  45  their rooms. On their desks, in plain   __46  , I left the cards: “Dear Bill (the other card was   47   to Sarah), your room was messy this morning and I’m sure you like it clean. Love, the Room Fairy.”   48  arriving back, the children were   __49  excited to receive the little note from the Room Fairy. The next day, their rooms were fairly tidy. Sure enough, there was another note from the Room Fairy ___50  for them, thanking them for their nice “gift” of a clean room and   51  asking them to play a certain violin   52  . Each day, thank--you notes would be written differently to keep the ideas   53 .
Sometimes the Room Fairy would propose a little   54 : “If you can finish your homework and   __55  your lessons before dinner, I’ d like to watch a particular television program with you tonight.” Sometimes some colored markers or other little items would be left in   56 of  well done jobs the day  ___57  .
  58  I can’t remember how long “the Room Fairy” continued leaving her love notes. When they were age appropriate, we used various versions of Post-Its(貼條). The bathroom mirror became the   59  centre of our home. Appointments, notices about visiting relatives, lesson schedules, and changes in plans could be posted.
We all benefited from and   60 the idea of sharing reminders and daily details of life through notes. I believe the true advantage of the Room Fairy notes survives in our frequent and enjoyable communication.

You are near the front line of a battle. Around you shells （炮彈）are exploding; people are shooting from a house behind you. What are you doing there? You aren’t a soldier. You aren’t  36  carrying a gun. You’re standing in front of a  37  and you’re telling the TV  38  what is happening.
It’s all in a day’s work for a war reporter, and it can be very  39  . In the first two years of the  40  in former Yugoslavia（前南斯拉夫), 28 reporters and photographers were killed. Hundreds more were  41  .
What kind of people put themselves in danger to  42  pictures to our TV screens and  43  to our newspapers? Why do they do it ?
“I think it’s every young journalist’s  44  to be a foreign reporter,” says Michael Nicholson, “that’s  45  you find the excitement. So when the first opportunity comes, you take it  46  it is a war.”
But there are moments of  47  . Jeremy Bowen says, “Yes, when you’re lying on the ground and bullets（子彈）are flying  48  your ears, you think: ‘What am I doing here? I’m not going to do this again.’ But that feeling  49  after a while and when the next war starts, you’ll be  50  .”
“None of us believes that we’re going to  51  ” adds Michael. But he always  52  a lucky charm（護(hù)身符）with him. It was given to him by his wife for his first war. It’s a card which says “Take care of yourself.” Does he ever think about dying? “Oh, 53  , and every time it happens you look to the sky and say to God, ‘If you get me out of this, I  54  I’ll never do it again.’ You can almost hear God  55  , because you know he doesn’t believe you .”

On the border, a pack of wild dogs circled the soldiers for food． The leader of the pack was a gray- and-white dog called Nubs． He was   11  and hardly able to stand． Marine major Brian Dennis looked   12  and saw that there was a knife wound in his chest．
Dennis couldn't stand seeing the dog   13_．He and his men immediately treated the wound, and  gave Nubs medicine．Nubs pulled through but was still in   14 ．The next day, the team had to  15  . Ten days later, Dennis' unit was back, and so was Nubs． He was still   16 ，but the men fed him and  played with him．
Before long the unit once again left for the front 70 miles away． Nubs, slowly but 17  , followed them far into the trackless wasteland _ 18  the men lost sight of him．Two days later, beyond Dennis'   19  , he saw Nubs just outside the outpost（前哨）．The dog had  20  him across 70 miles of frozen desert to meet with the friend who had   21 his life．From then on Nubs and the men   22 in the same place, and ran around in the same ruins（廢墟）．                          
Until an order came that they were not   23_ to have pets, Dennis decided to make sure the dog would  24 _ to live the good life．So he quickly raised $4,000 from his family and friends to 25 Nubs to America．
A year later, when Dennis and the dog were   26  in California, at first Nubs didn't   27  the guy．But within minutes, the dog jumped into Dennis' arms, jumping   28   again and again to lick his friend's face．
A little love and concern in the middle of   29 will not save a violent world． But small stories, like the story of a soldier and a clog, hold a  30  of a harmonious（和諧的）world．

It happened towards evening, when I was resting in a cafe. I   36 a pair of newly bought white leather shoes, which were rather expensive. Then  37 came to me.
He was in an unfit shirt,  38 pale and weak. He looked about eleven or twelve. No sooner39  begun to speak than he opened the box in his hand and took out the tools of shoe-polishing. He bent down, 40 my leather shoes, and began to shine them.
He was concentrating on his job when heavy rain began to pour 41 . People rushed into the cafe for protection from the  42 . More and more people crowded in and gradually 43  the boy from me.
Hours passed, and 44 turned dark. I had no shoes on my feet and wondered 45  the boy had been. I thought he would not  46  my leather shoes, and I would have to walk back home on  47  in the night.
When it was near midnight the rain  48 , people started to go out. The cafe  49 
Closed. I had to move to the door, I was surprised to see the boy sleeping on the floor with his head leaning  50  a box. He held a package made of his shirt tightly in his arms.
I  51  him slightly and woke him up. He jumped up and rubbed his eyes for a while before he 52 me. Then he opened the   53  hurriedly, gave me my leather shoes, and apologized to me shyly.
I paid him and wrapped around him his unfit shirt, which  54 my leather shoes.
After saying goodbye to the boy, I was  55 home, with the image of the boy staying in my mind.

From the time each of my children started school, I packed their lunches. And in each lunch, I  11  a note. Often written on a napkin (餐巾), it might be a thank-you for a  12  moment, a reminder of something we were happily expecting, or a bit of     13  for the coming test or sporting event.
In early grade school they  14  their notes. But as children grow older they becomes self-conscious(有自我意識(shí)的), and 15  he reached high school, my older son, Marc, informed me he no longer  16  my daily notes. Telling him that he no longer needed to  17  them but I still needed to write them, I  18  until the day he graduated.
Six years after high school graduation, Marc called and asked if he could move  19  for a couple of months. He had spent those years well, graduating from college,   20  two internship (實(shí)習(xí)) in Washington, D.C., and   21  , becoming a technical assistant in Sacramento,  22  short vacation visits, however, he had lived away from home. With his younger sister leaving for college, I was   23   happy to have Marc back. Since I was  24  making lunch for his younger brother, I    25  one for Marc, too. Imagine my   26  when I got a call from my 24-year-old son,   27  his lunch.
“Did I do something   28 ? Don’t you love me  29  ,Mom?” were just a few of the questions he threw at me as I 30  asked him what was wrong. “My note, Mom,” he answered. “Where’s my note?”

It was lunchtime and I walked into a small branch bank on the West Side. I had come to   1  a checking account. The only officer on   2  was a fortyish black man, standing   3  a small counter from a young white boy who was wearing a V-necked sweater. I thought I was especially   4  of the boy because he looked more like from a prep school than a   5  in a West Side bank.
The boy continued to   6  my attention because of what happened next. He was holding an open savings-account book and   7  an expression of disappointment. “But I don’t understand. I opened the account myself, so why can’t I   8  any money?” the boy said, his voice breaking.
“I know it is, but those are the rules. I’ve already explained to you that a fourteen-year-old is not   9  to withdraw money without a letter from his parents,” the officer explained patiently.
Suddenly I noticed the   10  had a series of small deposits (存款) and withdraws. Then I questioned the officer, “How do you   11  that? Why did you let him withdraw money before, but not now?” He looked   12 . “Because the tellers were not aware of his age before and now they are. It’s really very   13 .” I turned to the boy with a shrug. “You’re really getting   14 ,” I said. “You ought to get your parents to come here and protest.” The boy looked destroyed.   15 , he put his savings book in a rear-pocket and walked out of the bank.
The officer turned to me. “You know,” he said, “you really shouldn’t have got   16 .” I couldn’t believe what he was saying. “We were   17  this morning that some neighborhood bully has been shaking down (敲詐) this boy for more than a month. The guy was   18  him to take money out every week and hand it over. The poor kid was   19  too scared to tell anyone. Anyway, the police are on the case and they’ll probably make a(n)   20  today.”
“You mean there is no rule about being too young to withdraw money from a savings account?”
“Not that I ever heard of. Now, sir, what can we do for you?”