All the definitions(定義) and facts in a dictionary or book do not convey what friendship is really about. It cannot be understood through   36 . The only way to understand friendship is through experience, which   37  all the senses.

Friendship can be seen. It is seen in an old couple sitting in the park holding hands. It is seen in a child freely   38  the last cookie. It is not   39  to see friendship; it is always there for eyes that can see.

Friendship can be heard. It is heard in the words of two friends squeezing in lunch together on an extremely   40  day although they have a lot of things to do. It is the way they   41  each other, not the words. Friendship can be heard by those willing to listen.

Friendship is   42  in a touch. It is a pat on the back from a teammate, a high five between classes, and the wet kiss from the family dog. The touch   43  more than words or gestures. It is   44  understood and clearly shows the feelings.

Friendship has a taste. It tastes like homemade bread: the ingredients all measured and planned, then carefully   45 , then the quiet   46  as the dough(生面團) rises. Hot from the oven, the bread tastes more than the sum of its ingredients   47  there are the thoughts of the baker as her hands mix the flour or her   48  as she waits for the dough to rise.  49  and unmeasured, this is the ingredient that   50 . Warm, fresh from the oven, the difference you taste is   51 .

Friendship has a smell. It smells like the slightly burnt cookies your brother made especially for you. It smells like your home when   52  it after being away for a long tome. Friendship has   53  smells.

Finally, more than the other senses, friendship is a(n)  54  of the heart. It is the language of the heart --- a language that, whether seen, felt, heard, or tasted, is understood by the   55 . Like air fills the lungs, friendship fills the heart, allowing us to experience the best life has to offer: a friend.

1.                A．reading         B．studying        C．words    D．gestures

2.                A．expects        B．involves        C．affects   D．expresses

3.                A．eating          B．holding         C．choosing  D．sharing

4.                A．common        B．formal          C．difficult   D．private

5.                A．busy           B．tough          C．bad  D．important

6.                A．look at         B．talk to          C．care for   D．play with

7.                A．felt            B．given           C．discovered    D．remembered

8.                A．understands     B．explains        C．communicates D．knows

9.                A．perfectly       B．instantly        C．hopefully D．thankfully

10.               A．tasted          B．prepared       C．mixed D．supplied

11.               A．waiting         B．working        C．change    D．competition

12.               A．and           B．because        C．until  D．unless

13.               A．patience        B．confidence      C．tolerance  D．dependence

14.               A．Unfinished      B．Uncovered      C．Unseen   D．Unmoved

15.               A．comes to life    B．makes the difference  C．makes sense   D．takes effect

16.               A．happiness       B．comfort        C．friendship D．hardship

17.               A．winning back    B．stepping into    C．helping out D．carrying on

18.               A．strong         B．strange         C．natural    D．various

19.               A．experience     B．thought        C．reward    D．result

20.               A．partners        B．senses         C．heart D．family

Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. “Nothing in particular，” she replied. But for long I have been accustomed to such responses, and became convinced that the_seeing_see_little.

How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I — who cannot see, find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry(對稱) of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch(銀樺樹), or the rough bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, smooth texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable swirl(旋動); and something of the miracle of nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently in a small tree and feel the happiness of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have cool waters of a stream rush through my open fingers. To me a rich carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug(波斯毛毯). To me the circle of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips. At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The whole picture of color and action filling the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light and the gift of sight is used only as mere convenience rather that as a means of adding fullness to life.

66. What does the author imply by the underlined sentence in Paragraph 1?

A. If one is always using his eyes, he would have poor eyesight.

B. The sighted people sometimes fail to discover beautiful things.

C. The blind people see no less than the sighted ones.

D. When one tries to see, he always sees nothing.

67. What can we know about the author according to the passage?

A. She was blind.

B. She was content with her situation now.

C. She thought the gift of sight a great pity.

D. She acquired information and knowledge only through touch.

68. Which of the following is NOT an example given to show how the nature interests the author?

A. The delicate symmetry (對稱) of a leaf.  

B. The delightful, smooth texture of a flower.

C. The happiness of a bird in full song.       

D. The most luxurious Persian rug.

69. What does the author think is the reason why sighted people fail to discover the beauty of nature?

A. That they long for that which they have not.

B. That what they have is usually taken for granted.

C. That the gift of sight is a means of adding fullness to life.

D. That mere touch is the best way to discover and feel.

70. What is the passage mainly about?

A. It tries to prove that the seeing see little.

B. It describes how wonderful the nature is.

C. It tells people to protect their eyesight.

D. It expresses some thoughts on feeling beauty and sight.

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make a rich strike. But I did discover a beautiful part of the country called Stanislau. Like Heaven on Earth, it had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. By the time I arrived, the charming paradise had been deserted because miners’ good luck didn’t last.

Then, I realized I was not alone after all.

A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of his little house. Its front yard was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind.

Still smiling, the man invited me inside. My spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. And on little tables there were seashells, books and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The delight in my heart showed on my face. The man read my thoughts. “All her work.” He said affectionately, “Nothing here hasn’t felt the touch of her hand.”

One picture on the wall was not hanging straight. He went to fix it. He stepped back several times to make sure the picture was straight. Then he gave it a gentle touch. “She always does that,” he explained, “It is like the finishing pat a mother gives her child’s hair after she has brushed it. I don’t know why I do it. I just do it.”

As he talked, I went to a little black-walnut shelf that held a small picture of the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness in the woman’s expression. The man stared at the picture. “Nineteen her last birthday. That was the day we married. When you see her...ah, just wait until you meet her!” “Where is she now?” I asked. “Oh, she is away visiting her parents. This is Wednesday,” he said slowly. “She will be back on Saturday, in the evening.”

That night, I stayed. The man told me his name was Henry.

Thursday evening we had two visitors, Tom and Joe. “We just drop over to ask when little madam is coming home. Any news from her?” “Oh yes,” the man replied. “A letter.” He took a yellowed letter out of his wallet and read it. It was full of loving messages. While reading, he glimpsed his friends and cried out, “Oh no, you are doing it again, Tom! Take your hands away and let me see your eyes. I’m going to tell her this time!” “No, you mustn’t do that, Henry,” the grey-haired miner said. “I am getting old. And any little sorrow makes me cry. Lord, we miss her so.”

Saturday finally came.

I was glad to see his two friends, Tom and Joe, with guitars, coming down the road as the sun began to set. They put the flowers they brought in vases and began to play some fast and lively songs.

Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey. When I reached for one of the two remaining glasses, Tom stopped my arm. “Drop that! Take the other.” he whispered. I did so. Henry was served last. He had hardly swallowed his drink when the clock struck midnight. His face grew pale and paler. “Boys,” he said, “I am sick with fear. Help! I want to lie down.” Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth.

In a moment, those handy men had his clothes off and tucked him into his bed. They seemed to be getting ready to leave. So I said, “Please don’t go, gentlemen. She won’t know me. I am a stranger.” They glanced at each other. Then Joe said, “She? Poor thing, she’s been dead nineteen years!” “Dead?” I whispered. “That or worse.” he said.

“She went to see her folks half a year after she got married. On her way back, on a Saturday evening in June, when she was almost here, the Indians captured her. She’s never been heard of since. Henry went insane. But he only gets bad when that time of year comes round. Then we drop in here, three days before she’s due, to encourage him up and listen to him read the letter. Saturday we all come and get everything ready for a dance. We’ve done it for nineteen years. The first Saturday there were twenty-seven of us, but only two now. We drug him to sleep through the night. Then he’s all right for another year.”

The two old men opened the door and disappeared into the darkness of Stanislau.

1.You can sense the existence of a woman from the following sentences EXCEPT “______”.

A. Soft winds touched the trees in Stanislau.

B. There was a bright rug on the shining wooden floor.

C. There were seashells, books and china vases full of flowers.

D. A little black shelf held a small picture of a woman.

2.Tom cried when Henry read the yellowed letter, because ______.

A. he was getting older and older

B. he was moved by the loving messages in the letter

C. he felt sad at the thought of Henry’s wife

D. he was disappointed that Henry’s wife would arrive so late

3.Tom stopped my reaching for whiskey because ______.

A. there was not enough whiskey for Henry                B. he didn’t want me to get drunk

C. that glass of whiskey was drugged                    D. it was for Henry’s wife

4.The underlined word “insane” probably means “______”.

A. depressed                   B. disappointed            C. mad                 D. sick

5.It can be inferred from the passage that ______.

A. Henry’s wife was 38 when she was last seen

B. Tom and Joe have heard the letter many times

C. the author stayed in Henry’s house because he was lost

D. the two miners came on Saturday to share past memories

6.The story is mainly about ______.

A. ever-lasting love                                                      B. lifelong friendship

C. an unforgettable experience                                               D. charming Stanislau