完形填空（共20小题；每小题1．5分，满分30分）

阅读下面短文，从短文后各题所给的四个选项（A、B、C和D）选出可以填入空白的最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。

When I was fifteen, I announced to my English class that I was going to write my own books. Half the students smiled unkindly,   36   nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. “Don’t be   37  , only geniuses can become writers,” the English teacher said, “And you are getting a D this term.” I was so ashamed I burst into   38   . That night I wrote a short sad poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the newspaper. To my   39   , they published it and sent me two dollars. I was a published and paid writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They laughed, “Just plain dumb luck,” the teacher said. I  40  success. I’d sold the first thing I’d   41  written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck that was fine with me.

     During the next two years I sold dozens of poems and letters. By the time I graduated from high school, I had scrapbooks (剪贴簿)  42   my published works. I never   43   my writing to my teachers, friends or my family   44   because they were dream killers.

I had four children at the time.  45   the children slept, I typed on my ancient typewriter. I wrote what I felt. It took nine months. I chose a   46   and mailed it. A month later I received a contract, an advance on payments, and a request to start   47  another book. Crying Wind, became a best seller, was translated into fifteen languages and sold worldwide. My first book also became  48  reading in native American schools in Canada.

     The   49  year I ever had as a writer I earned two dollars. In my best year I earned 36,000 dollars. People ask what college I   50   , what degrees I had and what qualifications I have to be a writer. The answer is: “None.” I just write. I’m not a genius. I use an electric typewriter that I paid a hundred and twenty nine dollars  51  six years ago. I do all the housework and  52   my writing in a few minutes here and there. I’ve written eight books. To all those who dream of writing, I’m shouting at you: “Yes, you can. Don’t listen to them.” I don’t write right   53   I’ve succeeded. Writing is   54   , it’s fun and anyone can do it.   55   , a little dumb luck doesn’t hurt.

1.A. other              B. others           C. the other        D. the rest

2.  A. silly                B. curious      C. excited      D. depressed

3.  A. laughter         B. tears            C. song         D. cheers

4.  A. puzzlement           B. disappointment   C. expectation      D. astonishment

5.  A. tasted               B. met          C. accepted     D. considered

6.  A. yet              B. never            C. even         D. ever

7.  A. crowded with     B. filled with      C. combined with    D. linked with

8.  A. remembered       B. concluded        C. mentioned   D. described

9.  A. again                B. instead          C. still            D. merely

10. A. Though           B. Before       C. Until            D. While

11.A. writer                B. reporter     C. publisher        D. manager

12.A. working on        B. going on     C. turning on       D. putting on

13. A. requested            B. required     C. demanded     D. reminded

14.A. busiest           B. worse            C. worst           D. highest

15.A. attended          B. took         C. admitted     D. participated

16. A. out              B. to               C. by           D. for

17.A. keep              B. fit          C. save         D. hold

18. A. or               B. so           C. and          D. but

19.A. easy              B. hard         C. convenient       D. practical

20.A. On the contrary   B. Of course    C. As a result     D. In this way

When I was fifteen, I announced to my English class that I was going to write my own books. Half the students smiled       , and even worse, the rest nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. “Don’t be        . Only geniuses can become writers.” the English teacher said, “And you are getting a D this term.” I was so       that I burst into tears. That night I wrote a short          poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the newspaper. To my      , they published it and sent me two dollars. I was a published and paid writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They laughed, “Just plain dumb luck,” the teacher said. I tasted       ; I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck, that was fine with me.

During the next two years, I sold dozens of poems and letters. By the time I graduated from high school, I had scrapbooks (剪贴簿)       with my published works. I never       my writing to my teachers, friends or my family again  because they were dream        .

 I had four children at the time. While the children slept, I typed on my ancient typewriter. I wrote what I felt. It took nine months. I chose a       and mailed it. A month later I received a contract, an advance on payments, and a request to start       another book. Crying Wind, which became a best seller, was translated into fifteen languages and sold worldwide. My first book also became required        in native American schools in Canada.

      In the       year I ever had as a writer I earned two dollars. In my best year I earned 36,000 dollars. People ask what college I       , what degrees I have and what qualifications I have to be a writer. The answer is: “None.” I just write. I’m not a genius. I use an electric typewriter that I paid a hundred and twenty nine dollars for six years ago. I do all the housework and fit my writing in a few minutes here and there. I’ve written eight books. To all those who dream of writing, I’m shouting at you: “Yes, you can. Don’t listen to them.” I don’t write right but I’ve succeeded. Writing is        ; it’s fun and anyone can do it. Of course, a little dumb luck doesn’t hurt.

1.A. unkindly     B. happily C. willingly         D. crazily

2.A. curious       B. depressed     C. excited D. silly 

3.A. unlucky      B. ashamed        C. moved  D. unconfident

4.A. sad     B. innocent        C. disappointing         D. puzzling

5.A. puzzlement         B. expectation  C. astonishment         D. disappointment

6.A. coldness    B. failure   C. success D. prejudice

7.A. furnished   B. linked   C. combined      D. filled

8.A. remembered     B. concluded     C. described      D. mentioned

9.A. killers         B. makers C. designers      D. creators

10.A. writer       B. reporter        C. publisher       D. manager

11.A. working on       B. going on        C. turning on     D. putting on

12.A. writing     B. reading C. selling   D. buying

13.A. busiest     B. unluckiest     C. worst    D. highest

14.A. worked    B. attended       C. admitted        D. participated

15.A. easy          B. hard      C. convenient   D. practical

When I was fifteen, I announced to my English class that I was going to write my own books. Half the students sneered（冷笑）, the  36  nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. “Don’t be silly, only   37  can become writers, ” the English teacher said, “And you are getting a D this term. ” I was so  38   that I burst into tears.

That night I wrote a short  39  poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the newspaper. To my  40  , they published it and sent me two dollars. I was a published and  41  writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They  42  . “Just plain dumb luck. ” the teacher said. I tasted  43  and I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck, that was  44  with me.

During the next two years I sold dozens of  45  , letters, jokes and recipes. By the time I   46  from high school, with a C minus average, I had scrapbooks（剪贴簿） filled with my published works. I  47   mentioned my writing to my teachers, friends or my family again. They were dream killers and  48  people must choose between their friends and their dreams, they must always choose their   49  .

I had four children at the time, and the oldest was only four. I wrote what I felt. It  50  nine months, just like a pregnant woman. I mailed it without a self addressed stamped  51  and without making a copy of the manu script.

A month later I received a（n）  52  , and a request to start working on another book. The worst year I earned two dollars. In my best year I earned 36, 000 dollars.   53  years I earned between five thousand and ten thousand. No, it isn’t enough to live  54  , but it’s still more than I’d make working part time. People ask what college I   55  , what degrees I had and what qualifications I have to be a writer. The answer is： “None. ” I just write. I’m not a genius.

1.A. whole                      B. other                               C. most                               D. rest

2.A. generals                      B. statesmen               C. geniuses                           D. spies

3.A. delighted           B. anxious                        C. ashamed                         D. upset

4.A. sad                                B. innocent           C. disappointing            D. puzzled

5.A. delight                         B. astonishment       C. comfort                       D. happiness

6.A. borrowed                    B. lent                               C. paid                                  D. cost

7.A. cried                       B. agreed                  C. swore                     D. laughed

8.A. failure                      B. success                 C. coldness                          D. squeeze

9.A. fine                                B. mixed                   C. compared                  D. full

10.A. books                         B. poets                         C. novels                            D. poems

11.A. dropped out             B. left              C. graduated                 D. laid off

12.A. ever                      B. never                      C. seldom                      D. even

13.A. if                                 B. unless              C. until                               D. before

14.A. teachers              B. family           C. friends                          D. dreams

15.A. spent                    B. cost             C. took                              D. wasted

16.A. letter                    B. envelope         C. writer                 D. cover

17.A. agreement                 B. edition                C. trade                               D. patent

18.A. Recent                  B. Memorable       C. Most                D. Several

19.A. with                            B. on                               C. by                    D. in

20.A. deserved          B. introduced        C. founded                  D. attended

When I was fifteen, I announced to my English class that I was going to write my own books. Half the students smiled unkindly,  36  nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. “Don’t be  37 , only geniuses can become writers,” the English teacher said, “And you are getting a D this term.” I was so ashamed I burst into  38 . That night I wrote a short sad poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the newspaper. To my  39 , they published it and sent me two dollars. I was a published and paid writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They laughed, “Just plain dumb luck,” the teacher said. I  40  success. I’d sold the first thing I’d  41  written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck that was fine with me.

     During the next two years I sold dozens of poems and letters. By the time I graduated from high school, I had scrapbooks (剪贴簿)  42  my published works. I never  43  my writing to my teachers, friends or my family  44  because they were dream killers.

I had four children at the time.  45  the children slept, I typed on my ancient typewriter. I wrote what I felt. It took nine months. I chose a  46  and mailed it. A month later I received a contract, an advance on payments, and a request to start  47  another book. Crying Wind, became a best seller, was translated into fifteen languages and sold worldwide. My first book also became  48  reading in native American schools in Canada.

     The  49  year I ever had as a writer I earned two dollars. In my best year I earned 36,000 dollars. People ask what college I  50 , what degrees I had and what qualifications I have to be a writer. The answer is: “None.” I just write. I’m not a genius. I use an electric typewriter that I paid a hundred and twenty nine dollars  51  six years ago. I do all the housework and  52  my writing in a few minutes here and there. I’ve written eight books. To all those who dream of writing, I’m shouting at you: “Yes, you can. Don’t listen to them.” I don’t write right  53  I’ve succeeded. Writing is  54 , it’s fun and anyone can do it.  55 , a little dumb luck doesn’t hurt.

I entered St Thoma’s Hospital as a medical student at the age of 18 and spent five years there. I was an unsatisfactory student, for my heart, as you might have guessed, was not in it. I wanted, I had always wanted to be a writer, and in the evening, after my high tea, I wrote and read. Before long, I wrote a novel, called “Liza of Lambeth”, which I sent to a publisher and was accepted. It appeared during my last year at the hospital and had something of a success. It was of course an accident, but naturally I did not know that. I felt I could afford to give up medicine and make writing my profession; so, three days after I graduated from the school of medicine, I set out for Spain to write another book. Looking back now and knowing as I do the terrible difficulties of making a living by writing, I realize I was taking a fearful risk. It never even occurred to me.
The next ten years were very hard, and I earned an average of £100 a year. Then I had a bit of luck. The manager of the Court Theatre put on a play that failed ; the next play he arranged to put on was not ready , and he was at his wits’ end. He read a play of mine and, though he did not much like it, he thought it might just run for the six weeks till the play he had in mind to follow it with could be produced. It ran for fifteen months. Within a short while I had four plays running in London at the same time. Nothing of the kind had ever happened before. I was the talk of the town. One of the students at St Thomas’s Hospital asked the famous surgeon with whom I had worked whether he remembered me. “Yes, I remember him quite well, “he said. “ One of our failures, I’m afraid. “
1. Which of the following statements is not true?
A. The author was very pleased to have his book published but he didn’t realize it was something of an accident.
B. The success of his first book led the author to think he could afford to make writing his profession.
C. The author knew he was running a terrible risk when he decided to become a writer.
D. The author became a writer after graduation but was not a successful one.
2. In the second paragraph, “… he was at his wits’ end “means ________.
A. he was having a nervous breakdown       B. he was out of his wisdom
C. he did not know what to do            D. he almost went mad
3. The manager of the Court Theatre agreed to put the author’s play on the stage because _____________.
A. he thought it would run for fifteen months
B. he knew it was one of the author’s best plays shown in London
C. he had just put on a play that failed
D. the play he had arranged to put on was not ready
4. The author became the talk of the town. The reason was that __________.
A. he talked with a great many people in London about his plays
B. the plays he wrote were excellently performed in London
C. his performances in the Court Theatre were unexpectedly
D. he was criticized by an eminent surgeon as one of their failures