The event happened many years ago , but I will never forget it . The memory of it remains _______ in my mind . The event occurred ______ a hot , humid May morning in 1947.

   When I was six years old I was a first –graded student in Miss Butler’s class. She was well known for her ________ discipline(纪律) in class. We all were kept busy _____ all day . There was always so much homework to do . _______ that had done something wrong would be ______ punished by the long stick she ______ . You can imagine the fear I _____ when I drew in a deep breath ---I accidentally _____ a strange sound . Miss Butler immediately stopped her class and _____ the blackboard . Seeing my expression, she _____, “ John , did you do that ?” I _______ to find my voice and pointed to the boy close to me and said , “ No . Leandro did it .” Leandro’s explanation (解释) was _______ ; in a moment the _______ had come down, and Leandro was crying into his ________ shirt.

Somehow, I had known she would _______ me . After all, I was a nicely dressed little white girl , and ______ was active in the Parent-Teacher Association, ______ Leandro was a fat little Mexican boy . He had ______ speaking English and his mother had too many children to care for and no time to attend meetings . He was never dressed in new clothes .

Leadron , how I ______ that I could ask for your forgiveness (原谅)! Please accept my apology , my old desk mate.

1.A. alive             B. live                  C. lively                             D. living

2.A. in                B. from               C. during                     D. on

3.A .perfect         B. good                C. strict                            D. loose

4.A. writing           B. listening            C. playing                D. studying

5.A. Nobody         B. Someone           C. Anyone                         D. No one

6.A. finally            B. quickly             C. normally                   D. frequently

7.A . collected       B. borrowed          C. carried                          D. threw

8.A. felt             B. suffered              C. realized                          D. got

9.A. heard         B. made               C. found                            D. received

10.A. looked around B. looked into

C. looked through           D. looked up

11.A. requested              B. answered          C. smiled                         D. asked

12.A. tried                   B. begged             C. managed                      D. decided

13.A. hopeful              B. special     C. useless                D. peaceful

14.A. blackboard   B. stick                C. book                  D. air 

15.A. nice         B. old                  C. beautiful                      D. dirty

16.A. punish       B. educated            C. believe                        D. reward

17.A. my mother   B. Miss Butler

C. Leandro              D. Leandro’s mother  

18.A. while          B. when        C. though               D. since  

19.A. fun          B. trouble              C. gifts                   D. skills

20.A. hope           B. like                  C. wish                  D. consider  

“Forgiveness is the sweetest revenge.” I saw this wonderful old saying again in a book recently. It got me thinking about all the times that I have been    31   to forgive others in my life and all the joy that it has brought me. One    32   stands out particularly well.
I was a young boy at a summer camp. I was having a great time and    33___ everything about it except for another young boy of my age. To say we didn’t
   34   would be a statement that made the situation less serious than it really was. We spent most of the week irritating, insulting (侮辱), and picking on each other.
   35   finally came to a fight on the next to last day of camp. We got into a fist fight which I lost.    36   older boys broke it up before I was hurt too much. I spent the rest of the day alone, refusing to speak andlost in my own    37  .
The next day my spirits were    38   when Mom brought the boys in our cabin some of her delicious homemade    39  . I was enjoying a few slices of it when I saw the other boy sitting by himself at the bottom of the steps outside. He seemed very    40   right then. I am not sure what moved me to do so, but I took my pizza down and    41   it with him. It made all the anger and pain inside me    42  . We became friends after that. I never got into another fist fight either. I had found out that sharing and forgiving were much more fun and a lot less painful.
Forgiveness is    43   the sweetest revenge. It can turn an enemy into a friend. It can    44   a heart from the chains of anger, hatred, and pain. It can open a soul to the sweetness of love and joy once again. May your life always be    45   of sweet forgiveness.

This is the letter that Mr. White wrote before his death about his three books for children:
Dear Reader:
I receive many letters from children and can't answer them all -- there wouldn't be time enough in a day. That is why I am sending you this printed reply to your letter. I'll try to answer some of the questions that are commonly asked.
Where did I get the idea for Stuart Little and for Charlotte's Web? Well, many years ago I went to bed one night in a railway sleeping car, and during the night I dreamed about a tiny boy who acted rather like a mouse. That's how the story of Stuart Little got started.
As for Charlotte's Web, I like animals and my barn（谷仓） is a very pleasant place to be, at all hours. One day when I was on my way to feed the pig, I began feeling sorry for the pig because, like most pigs, he was doomed to die. This made me sad. So I started thinking of ways to save a pig's life. I had been watching a big grey spider at her work and was impressed by how clever she was at weaving. Gradually I worked the spider into the story that you know, a story of friendship and salvation（拯救） on a farm. Three years after I started writing it, it was published. (I am not a fast worker, as you can see.)
Sometimes I'm asked how old I was when I started to write, and what made me want to write. I started early -- as soon as I could spell. In fact, I can't remember any time in my life when I wasn't busy writing. I don't know what caused me to do it, or why I enjoyed it, but I think children often find pleasure and satisfaction is trying to set their thoughts down on paper, either in words or in pictures. I was no good at drawing, so I used words instead. As I grew older, I found that writing can be a way of earning a living.
Some of my readers want me to visit their school. Some want me to send a picture, or an autograph, or a book. And some ask questions about my family and my animals and my pets. Much as I'd like to, I can't go visiting. I can't send books, either -- you can find them in a bookstore or a library. Many children assume that a writer owns (or even makes) his own books. This is not true -- books are made by the publisher. If a writer wants a copy, he must buy it. That's why I can't send books. And I do not send autographs（亲笔签名，手稿） -- I leave that to the movie stars. I live most of the year in the country, in New England. From our windows we can look out at the sea and the mountains. I live near my married son and three grandchildren.
Are my stories true, you ask? No, they are imaginary tales, containing fantastic characters and events. In real life, a family doesn't have a child who looks like a mouse; in real life, a spider doesn't spin words in her web. In real life, a swan doesn't blow a trumpet（喇叭，小号） . But real life is only one kind of life -- there is also the life of the imagination. And although my stories are imaginary, I like to think that there is some truth in them, too -- truth about the way people and animals feel and think and act.
Yours sincerely,
E.B. White
【小题1】What does the author do?

“Forgiveness is the sweetest revenge.” I saw this wonderful old saying again in a book recently. It got me thinking about all the times that I have been    31   to forgive others in my life and all the joy that it has brought me. One    32   stands out particularly well.

I was a young boy at a summer camp. I was having a great time and    33___ everything about it except for another young boy of my age. To say we didn’t

   34   would be a statement that made the situation less serious than it really was. We spent most of the week irritating, insulting (侮辱), and picking on each other.

   35   finally came to a fight on the next to last day of camp. We got into a fist fight which I lost.    36   older boys broke it up before I was hurt too much. I spent the rest of the day alone, refusing to speak andlost in my own    37  .

The next day my spirits were    38   when Mom brought the boys in our cabin some of her delicious homemade    39  . I was enjoying a few slices of it when I saw the other boy sitting by himself at the bottom of the steps outside. He seemed very    40   right then. I am not sure what moved me to do so, but I took my pizza down and    41   it with him. It made all the anger and pain inside me    42  . We became friends after that. I never got into another fist fight either. I had found out that sharing and forgiving were much more fun and a lot less painful.

Forgiveness is    43   the sweetest revenge. It can turn an enemy into a friend. It can    44   a heart from the chains of anger, hatred, and pain. It can open a soul to the sweetness of love and joy once again. May your life always be    45   of sweet forgiveness.

1.                A．disappointed    B．satisfied        C．unwilling  D．able

2.                A．memory        B．lesson          C．incident  D．week

3.                A．struggling       B．exploring       C．enjoying  D．remembering

4.                A．get across       B．get along        C．hold on   D．hold up

5.                A．Thoughts       B．Words          C．Friends   D．Conflicts

6.                A．Surprisingly     B．Thankfully       C．Unexpectedly  D．Regretfully

7.                A．fight           B．regret          C．luck D．anger

8.                A．sunk           B．broken         C．lifted D．shown

9.                A．pizza           B．hamburger      C．pie  D．sandwich

10.               A．angry          B．proud          C．ashamed  D．lonely

11.               A．presented      B．shared         C．distributed D．divided

12.               A．go away        B．go on          C．crowd in   D．build up

13.               A．nearly         B．merely         C．truly  D．hardly

14.               A．keep          B．cure           C．comfort   D．free

15.               A．full            B．aware          C．confident  D．certain

This is the letter that Mr. White wrote before his death about his three books for children:

Dear Reader:

I receive many letters from children and can't answer them all -- there wouldn't be time enough in a day. That is why I am sending you this printed reply to your letter. I'll try to answer some of the questions that are commonly asked.

Where did I get the idea for Stuart Little and for Charlotte's Web? Well, many years ago I went to bed one night in a railway sleeping car, and during the night I dreamed about a tiny boy who acted rather like a mouse. That's how the story of Stuart Little got started.

As for Charlotte's Web, I like animals and my barn（谷仓） is a very pleasant place to be, at all hours. One day when I was on my way to feed the pig, I began feeling sorry for the pig because, like most pigs, he was doomed to die. This made me sad. So I started thinking of ways to save a pig's life. I had been watching a big grey spider at her work and was impressed by how clever she was at weaving. Gradually I worked the spider into the story that you know, a story of friendship and salvation（拯救） on a farm. Three years after I started writing it, it was published. (I am not a fast worker, as you can see.)

Sometimes I'm asked how old I was when I started to write, and what made me want to write. I started early -- as soon as I could spell. In fact, I can't remember any time in my life when I wasn't busy writing. I don't know what caused me to do it, or why I enjoyed it, but I think children often find pleasure and satisfaction is trying to set their thoughts down on paper, either in words or in pictures. I was no good at drawing, so I used words instead. As I grew older, I found that writing can be a way of earning a living.

Some of my readers want me to visit their school. Some want me to send a picture, or an autograph, or a book. And some ask questions about my family and my animals and my pets. Much as I'd like to, I can't go visiting. I can't send books, either -- you can find them in a bookstore or a library. Many children assume that a writer owns (or even makes) his own books. This is not true -- books are made by the publisher. If a writer wants a copy, he must buy it. That's why I can't send books. And I do not send autographs（亲笔签名，手稿） -- I leave that to the movie stars. I live most of the year in the country, in New England. From our windows we can look out at the sea and the mountains. I live near my married son and three grandchildren.

Are my stories true, you ask? No, they are imaginary tales, containing fantastic characters and events. In real life, a family doesn't have a child who looks like a mouse; in real life, a spider doesn't spin words in her web. In real life, a swan doesn't blow a trumpet（喇叭，小号） . But real life is only one kind of life -- there is also the life of the imagination. And although my stories are imaginary, I like to think that there is some truth in them, too -- truth about the way people and animals feel and think and act.

Yours sincerely,

E.B. White

1.What does the author do?

2.What caused the author start to write?

3.Why does the author think he can’t seng his autographs?

4.How long had the author been writing the story of Chariotte’s web?