A 25-five-year student from Hubei was admitted into Tsinghua University, China’ most famous university, after an eight-year ___21___．Li Jun comes from a small village of Hubei Province．He first ____22____ going to college in year 2000 ___23__he was admitted by a local school after __24___ from a secondary technical school at 17．As a ___25___ art student, he passed the exam again the next year but __26_____ school due to economic pressure in September 2002．Life seemed ___27___ but Li didn’t give in．He earned a _28_____ by working part-time in Wuhan’s art rooms and tutoring students．But he never lost sight of his lifelong dream of __29___ the Academy of Arts & Design of Tsinghua University．Li __30____ the college entrance examination for five continuous years from 2003．____31___, he missed making the cut one mark last year．
In 2008, his fifth try, Li’s efforts ___32_____．He finished the qualifying exam in his province and was finally admitted as a sculpture major in Tsinghua University．Every year, Li took art __33___ in Beijing and took exams from December to March．He then took cultural courses in his school till June．The rest of the year he spent on __34____ work．Li said he hadn’t ____35___any money from his family since he graduated from the technical secondary school．Li said the reason he maintained for eight years was that he wanted to change his __36_____ through knowledge．
_____37___ by his contribution, Li Jun’s university __38____ him 9,000 yuan out of his tution fees of 11,450 yuan．An eight-year struggle may have come to an end for Li Jun, but a new ___39__ has now begun．Li said he would not worry about repaying loans at present．He wants to study well and __40___ more scholarships．

B

When I was a boy, every holiday that I had seemed wonderful. In those days the sun seemed to shine always brightly   21   the water was always warm. Sometimes we left the beach and walked in the country, __22__ ruined houses and dark woods and climbing trees. There were   23   in one’s pockets or good places where one could   24   ice creams. Each day seemed a lifetime.

Although I am now thirty-five years old, my idea of a good   25   is much the same as it was. I   26   like the sun and warm sand and the sound of waves beating the rocks. I no longer wish to   27   any sand house or sand garden, and I dislike sweets.   28  , I love the sea and often feel sand running through my fingers.

Sometimes I   29   what my ideal holiday will be like when I am old. All I want to do then, perhaps, will be to lie in bed, reading books about   30   who make houses and gardens with sands, who watch the incoming tide, who make themselves sick of too many ice creams.

21. A. and         B. yet            C. but             D. or

22. A. exploring    B. examining  C. repairing    D. measuring

23. A. sweets       B. sand       C. ice-creams   D. money

24. A. make        B. sell           C. buy         D. offer

25. A. house        B. holiday       C. garden      D. tide

26. A. hardly             B. almost   C. still         D. perhaps

27. A. destroy            B. fix             C. use          D. build

28. A. But          B. However   C. Otherwise   D. Besides

29. A. wonder      B. feel             C. understand   D. believe

30. A. children     B. boys             C. girls         D. grown-ups

B

When I was a boy, every holiday that I had seemed wonderful. In those days the sun seemed to shine always brightly   21   the water was always warm. Sometimes we left the beach and walked in the country, __22__ ruined houses and dark woods and climbing trees. There were   23   in one’s pockets or good places where one could   24   ice creams. Each day seemed a lifetime.

Although I am now thirty-five years old, my idea of a good   25   is much the same as it was. I   26   like the sun and warm sand and the sound of waves beating the rocks. I no longer wish to   27   any sand house or sand garden, and I dislike sweets.   28  , I love the sea and often feel sand running through my fingers.

Sometimes I   29   what my ideal holiday will be like when I am old. All I want to do then, perhaps, will be to lie in bed, reading books about   30   who make houses and gardens with sands, who watch the incoming tide, who make themselves sick of too many ice creams.

21. A. and         B. yet            C. but             D. or

22. A. exploring    B. examining  C. repairing    D. measuring

23. A. sweets       B. sand       C. ice-creams   D. money

24. A. make        B. sell           C. buy         D. offer

25. A. house        B. holiday       C. garden      D. tide

26. A. hardly             B. almost   C. still         D. perhaps

27. A. destroy            B. fix             C. use          D. build

28. A. But          B. However   C. Otherwise   D. Besides

29. A. wonder      B. feel             C. understand   D. believe

30. A. children     B. boys             C. girls         D. grown-ups

Once there was a very brilliant, creative and educated man. He gained much __【小題1】__ while traveling throughout the world. Unfortunately he lost his legs and left arm in a tragic accident, leaving only a finger and thumb on his right hand. He became so __【小題2】__ that he was afraid he would spend his life __【小題3】__ and would no longer be able to use his life in a(n) __【小題4】__ way.
One day, he remembered how he had always loved getting __【小題5】__. He realized that he still had partial __【小題6】__ of his right hand and could write with __【小題7】__. Then, he had an idea. “Why not write to other people who need encouragement?”
He __【小題8】__ where he could find those who could be encouraged if they read his letters. He thought of people in __【小題9】__. Many of them had hope of regaining their __【小題10】__. Others would keep feeling depressed and remain put away for the rest of their lives. He decided that he must try to __【小題11】__ them. So he wrote to a prison ministry about sending letters to the prisoners. The prison minister replied that writing to the prisoners would be __【小題12】__. However, it would be against prison rules for the prisoners to write back.
__【小題13】__ with the intention, the man began sending __【小題14】__ messages of God’s love, hope, strength, and encouragement. He wrote twice a week, __【小題15】__ his strength and ability to the limit. He poured his heart and soul into his words, __【小題16】__ his experience, sense of humor, optimism, and faith.
It was difficult to write those letters, especially without hope of any__【小題17】__. Frequently, he felt discouraged, wondering if anyone __【小題18】__ read his letters. However, this was his __【小題19】__  chance，so he determined to continue.
At last, he received a letter from the prison officer, which said, “Please write on the best paper you can afford. Your letters are passed from cell (牢房) to cell until they almost fall to __【小題20】__!”
We all have unique experiences, abilities and talents. We can discover ways to reach others in need of encouragement and strength.

I drove a school bus as a part-time job. Thirty-nine children all had stories to tell me about their summers. Charlie though __16__me. From the first day on Charlie was __17__. If a fight broke out I didn’t have to turn my __18__to know who had started it. If a girl was crying chances were that Charlie had __19__ her hair. No matter how I spoke to him gently or __20__ he wouldn’t say a word. He’d just __21__ me with those big gray eyes of his. One day I found a small tin heart (小錫心)on the bus was gone. “Does anyone know __22__happened to the little heart here” I asked. Some children cried “Charlie __23__it Search him” When I asked him to come forward his gaze( 注視) __24__ my eyes. I stuck my hand into one of his pockets. Then I felt it—the __25__ outline(輪廓)of the small tin heart. Charlie stared at me for a long time. There were no __26__ in those big gray eyes no plea( 懇求) for mercy. He seemed to be waiting for what he’d come to __27__ from the world. I was about to pull the tin heart out of Charlie’s pocket __28__I stopped myself. Let him keep it, I said “It must have fallen off before I got here.” Without a word Charlie __29__ to his seat. When he got off at his stop, he didn’t so much as glance at me. Several days later just that__30__ Charlie moved away… A dozen years after retirement we met in the street. To my __31__, he hugged me. After he let go, he pulled something from his pocket and held it up for me to see. An old key chain… bent out of __32__, the lettering faded (消褪). You __33__probably guess what it was—the little tin heart. “You were the only one who kept trying.” He explained. We __34__ again and went our separate ways. I am so __35__ I’d done a good job.