If you want to learn a new language，the very first thing to think about is why.Do you need it for a____reason，such as your job or your studies？__2__perhaps you’re interested in the____，films or music of a different country and you know how much it will help to have a____of the language.
Most people learn best using a variety of____，but traditional classes are an ideal(理想的)start for many people.They____an environment where you can practice under the ____ of someone who’s good at the language.We all lead ____ lives and learning a language takes____.You will have more success if you study regularly，so try to develop a____.It doesn’t matter if you haven’t got long.Becoming fluent in a language will take years，but learning to get by takes____.
Many people start learning a language and soon give up.“I’m too____，” they say.Yes，children do learn languages more ___ than adults，but research has shown that you can learn a language at any____.And learning is good for the health of your brain，too.I’ve also heard people____ about the mistakes they make when____.Well，relax and laugh about your mistakes ____you’re much less likely to make them again.
Learning a new language is never ___.But with some work and devotion，you’ll make progress.And you’ll be ____by the positive reaction of some people when you say just a few words in ___ own language.Good luck！                                 (2013·安徽)

A wave of recent research has pointed to the risks of over praising a child. And it seems that how to draw a line between too little praise and too much has become a high-pressure _  _act for parents.
Self-esteem (自尊)  serves as a kind of tool to measure how much children feel valued and accepted by     . This sensitivity to others'      develops because of humans' need for social acceptance, which is considered to be      to survival. As early as age 8, children's self-esteem tends to rise and fall in response to feedbacks about      peers see them as likable or attractive.     , it can also be beneficial for kids to feel bad about themselves occasionally, if they behave in selfish, mean or hurtful ways that might      their ability to maintain relationships or hold a job in the future.
In the past, many parents and educators believed that high self-esteem      happiness and success, and kids could gain self-esteem simply by getting      and awards from their parents, teachers and people around. But recently researchers have found self-esteem doesn't  _   these desired results. Instead, if parents praise their kids     , their self-esteem becomes focused on being very smart and being the best and being perfect. Building too much self-esteem of the children can not go as planned, making them feel      later on when they hit setbacks (挫折).
According to some experts, it can actually be good for kids to have      self-esteem, at least once in a while. And praise can be      if it disregards the world outside the home. Children who have a      understanding of how they are seen by others tend to get recovered more readily      disappointment, depression or the like. The best path is a      road, helping children develop a positive but      view of themselves in relation to others by praising them for the      they invest and behaviors they are able to sustain, like "It's      that you're working so hard on your homework. "

Most parents, I suppose, have had the experience of reading a bedtime story to their children. And they must have        how difficult it is to write a        children's book.  Either the author has aimed too     . , so that the children can't follow what is in his (or more often, her) story,        the story seems to be talking to the readers.
The best children's books are        very difficult nor very simple, and satisfy both the     who hears the story and the adult who         it. Unfortunately, there are in fact       books like this,       the problem of finding the right bedtime story is not        to solve.
This may be why many of books regarded as        of children's literature were in fact written for      . “Alice's Adventure in Wonderland” is perhaps the most        of this.
Children, left for themselves, often      the worst possible interest in literature. Just  leave a child in bookshop or      and he will more  willingly choose the books    in an imaginative way, or have a look at most children's comics ( 連環(huán)畫 ), full of the stories and jokes to which both teachers and right-thinking parents     .
Perhaps we parents should stop trying to persuade children into        our taste in literature. After all children and adults are so       that we parents should not expect that they will enjoy the      books. So I suppose we'll just have to compromise（妥協(xié)） over that bedtime story.

Henry was not   at math. Even when the teacher explained something a second time, he still couldn’t     it.
“Never mind. I’ll sit    the boy who’s the best at    ,” Henry thought, “and      his answers.”
The day of the exam    , and Henry sat next to Allan,     was    at the top of the class in math. Henry copied Allan’s answers     his own exam paper. At the end of the exam, the teacher said, “Well, boys and girls, I’ve decided to give a red    to the student who got the    grade. It’s     for me to decide who I’ll give the star to, however,       two students, Henry and Allan, got the     grade.” After a moment she went on, “       I’ve decided to give the star to    this time.”
Henry was _  __ when he heard this. He stood    and said, “But I got the same grade as Allan, madam.”
“That’s    .” The teacher said. “However, Allan’s answer to Question 6 was ‘I don’t know.’, but    was ‘Nor do I.’ .”

I was walking down a dimly (昏暗) lit street late one evening when I heard       coming from behind bushes.      , I slowed down to listen and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing were the sounds of a struggle. Only yards from where I stood, a woman was being attacked.
Should I get      ?
I was frightened for my own safety, and I hated       for having suddenly decided to take a(n)       route home that night. “What if I’m hurt too? Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and call the police? Although it felt like a century, my thought process had only       seconds. But already the cries were growing      .
I knew I had to act fast. “How could I walk away from this?” I asked myself.
“No”, I finally resolved (決心), I could not turn my       on the fate of this unknown woman,       it means       my own life.
I am not a brave man, nor am I      . I don't know where I found the moral (道德) courage and physical strength, but       I had finally decided to help the girl, I became suddenly changed.
I ran behind the bushes and       the attacker off the woman. Struggling, we fell to the ground,       we fought for a few minutes until the man jumped up and escaped.
      heavily, I got to my feet and       the girl, who was sobbing behind a tree. In the darkness, I could certainly       her trembling shock. Not wanting to frighten her any further, I at first spoke to her from a      .
“It’s OK,” I said soothingly. “The man ran away. You’re safe now.”
There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered (說) in      .
“Dad, is that you?”
And then, from behind the tree,       my youngest daughter, Katherine.
God has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the right time.

Janice Fialka showed a new documentary (紀(jì)錄片) about her cognitively (認(rèn)知地) disabled son at schools and seminars across the country.Everyone seemed to enjoy it，but one comment from a teacher proved her family’s investment to Fialka was a success.
“In Baltimore an early childhood teacher came up and said，‘I have to apologize to the family of a 4­year old with Down Syndrome (先天愚型)，’”Fialka said.“She said，‘I told them to be more realistic about their dreams for him.Now I have to tell them I’m sorry.’”
The story of Micah Fialka­Feldman，a 22­year­old Oakland University student，is meant to show parents，educators and the disabled anything is possible.
Fialka­Feldman wrote in an essay titled “I wanted to go to college and my dream came true”．A lot of people didn’t think he could go to college，but because family and friends believed in him he learned how to take public transportation to campus and found teachers who helped him pick the best classes.
The title of the film Through the Same Door came from a day when Fialka­Feldman，who was enrolled in a first grade special education program，told his parents he wanted to walk through the same door as the rest of the kids at his school.It led him to becoming the first student with cognitive disabilities in mainstream classrooms in Berkley.
Though he can’t read or write on his own，F(xiàn)ialka­Feldman reached amazing heights with the help of voice recognition computer software，tutors，and the embrace (接受) of his community.
At Berkley High School，F(xiàn)ialka­Feldman won the Social Studies Department Award for civic (公民的) involvement.In 2004 he received the Michigan “Yes，I Can” award for self­advocacy (自強)．
He finished high school in 2003 with a certificate of attendance，took a 10­day trip through Israel with friends last year，and enrolled at Oakland University through the Transitions Program，which is geared (使適合于) to help the disabled go from high school to college.
Fialka said he’s the happiest kid in the world.Everyone should be so happy.
【小題1】What would be the best title for the passage?

Once there was an 11-year-old boy who went fishing with his father in the middle of a New Hampshire lake. On the day before bass (巴斯魚) season opened, they were fishing early in the evening, catching other fish with worms. Then the boy tied on a small silver lure (魚餌) and put it into the lake. Suddenly he felt that something very big pulling on the lure. His father watched with admiration as the boy skillfully brought the fish beside the bank. Finally he lifted the tired fish from the water. It was the largest one he had ever seen, but it was a bass.
The boy and his father looked at the big fish. The father lit a match and looked at his watch. It was 10 pm – two hours before the season opened. He looked at the fish, then at the boy. “You’ll have to put it back, son,” he said.
“Dad!” cried the boy, “There will be other fish,” said his father. “Not as big as this one,” cried the boy. He looked around the lake. No other fishermen or boats were in sight in the moonlight. He looked again at his father.
Even though no one had seen them, nor could anyone ever know what time he had caught the fish, the boy could tell from his father’s voice that the decision couldn’t be changed. He threw the huge bass into the black water. The big fish disappeared. The boy thought that he would never again see such a big fish.
That was 34 years ago. Today the boy is successful architect in New York City. He often takes his own son and daughters to fish at the same place.
And he was right. He has never again caught such a large fish as the one he got that night long ago. But he does see that same fish … again and again … every time he has an ethical (倫理的，道德的) decision to make. For, as his father had taught him, ethics are simple matters of right and wrong. It is only the practice of ethics that is difficult.
【小題1】What happened when the big fish turned out to be a bass?

On Jan 23, 2012, I was aboard a ship on the Yangtze River, listening to the sound of fireworks and eating plate after plate of dumplings.
On Sunday Feb 10, 2013, I was preparing to celebrate Chinese New Year again – in London’s Chinatown.
It was raining. It was cold. But ever since I left Beijing in August, I had promised myself I would celebrate Chinese New Year – if only to help with my Beijing “homesickness”.
Central London was dressed up for the occasion. There was a stage for a big fireworks display for the evening. Even so, it wasn’t like my real Beijing chunjie.
Even buying a baozi didn’t cheer me up. It cost about 10 times as much as the real thing does in Beijing and got stuck to its rain-ruined paper bag.
Cold, wet and depressed, I ran into a shop for shelter. Suddenly, there it was. Between the packets of dried meat and fish, the bags of rice and the smell of dried noodles in this little Chinese supermarket, I had found home.
An hour later, I hurried into my house with bags of frozen jiaozi, packets of sauce and a large bottle of vinegar. I boiled water, tore open the packets, grabbed my chopsticks and settled down to a feast. This, I thought, is a Happy Chinese New Year.
I even watched the fireworks on TV. After all, why face the British weather when I can bring China home in one bite?
【小題1】 We can conclude from the first three paragraphs that the author ______.

The story happened on a hot heavy rainy day.
After class, I took a few bottles to go and   36  some water from the water room. Oh! There were so many people! I had to wait   37  the rain. My hair didn't get wet because I wore a hat, but my clothes  38  .
When at last it was my   39  , I filled the bottles as quickly as possible. I began making my way back when I saw a boy   40  towards me. He   41  two umbrellas in his hand. He shouted hello and as he came   42  , I recognized that it was Tom.
He   43  my classmate for nearly three years, but we never   44  more than ten sentences. He was silent, but I liked talking. We were quite   45  people and had nothing in common. I didn't   46  him and even didn't want to see him.
"Hey! What's wrong?" His words   47  me out of my thought. "I saw you   48  in the rain, so I brought you this umbrella. But it seems a little   49  , your clothes are already wet,"
On hearing this, I was so   50  that I couldn't say a single word.
"Don't just stand there. Let's go!" He said and held the umbrella for me. We walked towards   51  and this time we talked   52  .
"I know you don't like me, but I want to   53  with you." he said, "You may think I am silent, but it is because I can't find the right   54  to say."
The rain finally stopped and we saw a rainbow in the blue sky. I said to myself, "It is wrong to  55 someone only by his appearance.

It was a cold winter. The day my husband fell to his death, it started to snow, just  1 any November day. His   2 , when I found it, was lightly covered with snow. It snowed almost every day for the next four months, while I sat on the couch and watched it   3 . One morning, I walked slowly   4  and was surprised to see a snow remover clearing my driveway and the bent back of a woman clearing my walk. I dropped to my knees and crawled back upstairs,  5 those good people would not see me. I was   6 . My first thought was, how would I ever  7 them? I didn’t have the  8 to brush my hair,   9 clear someone’s walk.
Before Jon’s death, I felt proud that I   10 asked for favors. I identified myself by my competence and  11 . So who was I if I was no longer capable? How could I   12 myself if I just sat on the couch every day and watched the snow fall?
Learning to receive the love and   13 from others wasn’t easy. Friends cooked for me and I cried. Finally, my friend Kathy said, “Mary, cooking for you isn’t a   14 for me; it makes me feel good to be able to do something for you.”
Over and over, I heard   15 words from the people who supported me during those  16 days. One wise man told me, “You aren’t doing nothing because being fully open to your  17 may be the hardest work you will ever do.”
I am not the person I   18 was, but in many ways I have changed for the   19 . I’ve been surprised to learn that there is incredible freedom coming form  20 one’s worst fear and walking away whole. I believe there is strength, for sure, in accepting a dark period of our life.