“BANG!” the door caused a reverberation (回聲). It was just standing there, with father standing on one side, and I on the other side.
We were both in great anger. “Never set foot in this house again!” stormed father. With tears welling up in my eyes, I rushed out of the flat and ran along the street.The street lights were shining, causing rather sad-feeling. I walked around aimlessly.
A young father who held a child in his arms walked past me. I felt as if I saw my childhood from another space: happy and carefree.
But now … I don’t know whether it is because I have grown up or because dad is getting old. We differ in our ways of thinking. He always put his opinions of behavior on me. Whenever I do something wrong, he never admits(容許) it. We are just like two people coming from two different worlds. It feels like there is an iron door between us that can never be opened.
I wandered the streets, without a destination in mind. My heart was frozen on this hot summer night. As I walked on there were fewer and fewer people on the streets, until I had only the street lights to keep me company. When I finally reached the high-rise apartment block in which I lived, I saw that the light was still on.
I thought to myself: “Is father waiting for me, or is he still angry with me?”
In fact, it was nothing. Perhaps, dad was throwing away some of his old stamps. Perhaps he thought they were useless. I never had the courage to tell him that I liked collecting stamps.      
All the lights were off except father’s.
Dad was always like this. Maybe he didn’t know how to express himself. After shouting at me, he never showed any moments of regret. However, after an argument he has the habit of tucking me underneath the covers (掖被子) while I am sleeping.
This was how he always was．He has been a leader for so long that telling everyone else what to do has become his second nature.
The light was still on. “Am I wrong?” I whispered, maybe… With the key in hand, I was as nervous as I had ever been. At last, I decided to open the door. As soon as I opened the door tears ran down my face. I suddenly realized that the iron door that I had imagined between us did not exist at all. Love—it’s second to none!

1. 1.

   Decide which is the best order of the following according to what happened in the passage.
   a. I opened the door and entered the house.
   b. Sadly I ran out into the street.
   c. I reached the place where I lived and saw my house still brightly lit.
   d. I thought of my father’s kindness towards me.
   e. I walked about in the street without any aim

   1. A.
      b-e-d-c-a
   2. B.
      b-e-c-d-a
   3. C.
      b-e-a-c-d
   4. D.
      b-e-c-a-d
2. 2.

   What made the writer think of his childhood?

   1. A.
      The sight of the street lights
   2. B.
      The sight of the empty street
   3. C.
      The sight of a father with a child in his arms
   4. D.
      The sight of light in his own house
3. 3.

   What can we infer about the reason why the father often shouts at his son?

   1. A.
      The father is getting older and older
   2. B.
      The son has more fashionable opinions than his father
   3. C.
      They usually disagree with each other
   4. D.
      The father has got used to being a leader for long
4. 4.

   What conclusion（結(jié)論）can be drawn after reading the passage?

   1. A.
      The father treats his son in an unfair way
   2. B.
      The father is actually kind to his son
   3. C.
      The father is neither kind nor cruel to his son
   4. D.
      The father is always finding mistakes with his son
5. 5.

   Which of the following would be the best title for this passage?

   1. A.
      The Generation Gap
   2. B.
      ASleepless Summer Night
   3. C.
      An Iron Doorinside
   4. D.
      Father’s Love

“BANG!” the door caused a reverberation (回聲). It was just standing there, with father standing on one side, and I on the other side.

　 We were both in great anger. “Never set foot in this house again!” stormed father. With tears welling up in my eyes, I rushed out of the flat and ran along the street.

　 The street lights were shining, causing rather sad-feeling. I wandered aimlessly.

　 A young father who held a child in his arms walked past me. I felt as if I saw my childhood from another space: happy and carefree.

　 But now … I don’t know whether it is because I have grown up or because dad is getting old. We differ in our ways of thinking. He always puts his opinions and codes of behavior on me. Whenever I do something wrong, he never admits it. We are just like two people coming from two different worlds. It feels like there is an iron door between us that can never be opened.

　 I wandered the streets, without a destination in mind. My heart was frozen on this hot summer night. As I walked on, there were no people in the streets, until I had only the street lights to keep me company. When I finally reached the high-rise apartment block in which I lived, I saw that the light was still on.

　 I thought to myself, “Is father waiting for me, or is he still angry with me?”

　 In fact, it was nothing. Perhaps, dad was throwing away some of his old stamps. Perhaps he thought they were useless. I never had the courage to tell him that I liked collecting stamps. I couldn’t stand his outrageous(蠻橫的)words, “I can’t throw you away, let alone these old papers?”

　 All the lights were off except father’s.

　 Dad was always like this. Maybe he didn’t know how to express himself. After shouting at me, he never showed any mercy or any moments of regret. After an argument he had the habit of creeping up in my sleep and then tucked me underneath the covers.

　 This was how he always was．He has been a leader for so long that telling everyone else what to do has become his second nature.

　 The light was still on. “Am I wrong?” I whispered, maybe… With the key in hand, I was as nervous as I had ever been. At last, I decided to open the door. As soon as I opened the door tears ran down my cheeks. I suddenly realized that the iron door that I had thought between us did not exist at all. Love—it second to none.

46. Decide which is the best order of the following according to what happened in the passage.

　 a. I opened the door and entered the house.

　 b. Sadly I ran out into the street.

　 c. I reached the place where I lived and saw my house still brightly lit.

　 d. I thought of my father’s kindness towards me.

　 e. I walked about in the street without any aim.

A. b, e, d, c, a　　　 B. b, e, c, d, a　　　　　　

C. b, e, a, c, d　　　 D. b, e, c, a, d

47. What made the writer think of his childhood?

　 A. The sight of the street lights.　　　

B. The sight of the empty street.

　 C. The sight of a father with a child in his arms.

　 D. The sight of light in his own house.

48. Why do you think the father often shouts at his son?

　 A. perhaps the father is getting older and older.

B. perhaps the son has already grown up.

　 C. perhaps they never agree with each other.

D. perhaps the father has got used to doing that.

49. According to the passage what does “Love—it’s second to none” mean ?

A. 愛(ài)是至高無(wú)上的 B. 愛(ài)是第二位的　

C. 愛(ài)并沒(méi)有什么 D. 愛(ài)就是沒(méi)什么

50. What conclusion(結(jié)論) can you come to after reading the passage?

　 A. The father treats his son in an unfair way.

B. The father is actually kind to his son.

　 C. The father is neither kind nor cruel to his son.

D. The father is always finding fault with his son.

My father died when l was a baby, and my mother had to go out to work．1 was the only(1)    ______so I had no brothers and sisters to play with at home．I used to play in the street with other children, or ride my bike down to the park，but I remember I(2)______a lot of time just sitting at home reading．We had a television，I think, but I don’t remember(3)_______ it very much．

    My grandparents lived with us and we used to do a lot of things together—I remember we played cards a lot．At the weekends, my mother always(4)________一we often went down to the sea and swam, and I(5)__________to swim when I was quite young．

    We didn’t have a car, so we went everywhere by bus．Occasionally(偶爾)，one of my uncles used to come and take us out in his car，which was a great(6)________．For holidays we always went to the seaside, but never far away—maybe a short train journey．

    My mother wasn’t very(7)_________．a(chǎn)nd I don’t remember her ever(83)______ me．In fact，I used to get my own way too much．

    I was given small pocket money because we weren’t very (9)________，and I probably spent most of it on sweets，as far as I remember--I don’t think anyone thought they were(10)____ for you then．

1．A．child           B．father               C．friend                 D．mother

2．A．used            B．kept           C．took                       D．spent

3．A．repairing          B．1istening to      C．watching             D．looking at

4．A．let me in         B．took me out      C．told me stories        D．went shopping

5．A．hated           B．learned         C．stopped               D．forgot

6．A．game           B．chance        C．pain                 D．pleasure

7．A．strict           B．kind           C．interested               D．worried

8．A．playing with      B．staying with     C．beating                D．loving

9．A．busy           B．happy           C．rich                 D．well

10．A．good           B．bad            C．important               D．delicious

  Schoolwork is sometimes difficult，but I don’t think it’s  ever boring．We get lots of interesting projects to do．

  Sometimes，a project is just a long article．In English class，we write articles and speeches about things that happened in history．In science class，we once built bridges using only toothpicks(牙簽)and candy! I love projects like that．

  Projects are a big part of our grades．So，it’s very important whether you are good at the project or not．I am bad at building things．So，when I was asked to build a model，my grade for that whole term Was low． However, when asked to draw a picture of myself, I Was able to save my terrible art grade.

  Projects can make people wonderful leaders，too．I was once working on a speech with another boy．I did most of the work，typed it up and printed the pictures．He didn’t do much．At first．I was very angry, but then I realized that I had never asked him for help or told him what to do!

  I've noticed that projects make people act in many different ways．Some people know clearly what to do．Others can end up having problems．The most interesting type of person I have seen．is someone who didn’t start working until a few days or hours before the project’s deadline(最終期限)．One of my friends didn’t write down his Birthday Project Speech；he made it up as he talked．It Was great! Not everyone can do that though！

1．T he writer thinks whether you can get good grades or not depends on    

  A．the skills that the projects ask for

  B．what you’ve learned from the books

  C．how much work you have put in

  D．both A and C

2．We can tell from the story that the writer is good at          ．

  A．making speeches B．building models C．drawing pictures D．making up stories

3．The main idea of the story is that      ．

  A．projects are always interesting   

B．projects are important and useful for students

  C. projects are important for one’s grades

D．projects’deadlines make people nervous

 4．The word“project” in the article means     ．

    A．成績(jī)    B．方案    C．工程    D．專題研究