In the park I sat down to read on the bench，disappointed by life with good reasons to com-plain，for the world was (11) letting me down．Then a young boy came up to me and said (12) great excitement，"Look，what I found!" In his hand was a flower and he placed it to his nose． He said with overacted surprise，"It sure (13)pretty and it's for you． "The flower before me was dead． But I knew I must (14) it，or he might never leave． So I (15)for the flower and replied，"Just what I need．"But (16) placing the flower in my hand，he held it mid-air without reason． It was then that I noticed for the very first time that the boy was blind．I heard my voice trembling(颤抖) ，tears (17) in the sun，as I thanked him for picking the "best one．l sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman．Through the eyes of a blind child，at last I could see， the problem was not with the (18)，the problem was me． And for all of those times I myself had been(19)，I made up my mind to see the(20)in life．( )11．

My husband Christopher was once a financial planner. Even though he couldn't balance our budget，his clients trusted him completely and he made them feel secure. In exchange they paid him very well. We had a nice life then. At that time，my yoga studio(瑜伽馆)was just starting to make a profit，and I had recently decorated it. At last，I was in control of my working life and poured my heart and soul into making it succeed.When we first met，I fell hard for Christopher right away. although I wouldn't call it love. I'd never been with a man who was prettier than I was，but after a while I got used to this. and it didn't bother me so much. I was recovering from a broken heart and needed something to help me move on. If it wasn't love，it was good enough，and when he asked me to marry him I jumped at the chance. knowing that it might be my last.Things started out so well. I was working steadily and Christopher was patiently climbing up the ladder in his department. Then，without any warning，one gray winter afternoon in year five，he just upped and left his desk at the bank，handed in his resignation，and came home and told me he wanted to start an interior design business.He has always loved mixing and matching，and has a real eye for color，texture，and shape，but the idea of turning a hobby into a business wasn't something we had ever discussed. I thought the stress of his job was becoming too much and perhaps he would take a few months off over the spring and summer to relax and get the idea out of his system. I didn't believe he could be serious. But once he had a few clients，he began to draw up plans，ordering catalogues and turning our empty workshop into a kind of makeshift studio with all of his sketches pinned to the wall. After spending a lot of time and money on all of this preparation，and really doing quite a nice job of it,he called each client in turn and apologized，saying he wouldn't be able to design their living spaces after all.As a financial planner，Christopher______.

I (11) Lisa’s good friend． We (12) running stars． We (13) three meals to-gether every day． (14) breakfast， I like tw0 (15)and a glass of milk， and she (16) two hamburgers and two glasses of milk． For (17) ， she (18)a bowl of rice and some chicken ， and I (19) two bowls of rice， a plate of salad and some fish． For dinner， we have the same (同样的) (20) ．( )11．

-Can I get you a couple of tea? --（）

It was about 600 years ago （） the first clockwith a face and an hour hand was made.

Passage 2Last year I lived in Chile for half a year as an exchange student with the American Field Service. Compared to most visitors,I didn't travel much. I lived with a Chilean family and had the responsibilities of any Chilean teenager.I went to school every day, in uniform. I had good days andbad days and days that I didn't understand.Chuquicamata, my host community, is a mining camp in the Atacama Desert. There is no disco, no shopping center, no museum or beach. Driveways must be watered daily to keep the dust down.When I arrived here,I was scared. It was so different from the urban middle-class America I was accustomed to. There were lost dogs on the streets, and a constant cloud of brick-colored dust came from the mine. There was no downtown, few smoothly paved streets, and litle to do for amusement. The people worked extremely hard. Rain was a rare phenomenon; earthquakes and windstorms were frequent.I had studied Spanish for two and a half years and was always one of the best students in my class. But in my first week in Chile I was barely able to communicate and desperate for one person to whom I could explain my shock.I couldn't speak the thoughts in my head-and there were so many.Most exchange students experience this like me. Culture shock presents itself in everything from increased aggression toward the people to lack of appetite or weight gain and depression.I was required to overcome all difficulties. Being an exchange student is not easy.As time passed, everything changed.I began to forget words in English and to dream in Spanish and love Chilean food.I got used to not depending on expensive things for fun. Fun in Chuquicamata was being with people. And I took math, physics, chemistry, biology, Spanish, art, and philosophy.But the sacrifices were nothing compared to the gain.I learned how to accept as well as to succeed in another culture.I now know the world is my community and have a much deeper understanding of both myself and others.The author went to Chile last year with the purpose of ________.

Passage 2Last year I lived in Chile for half a year as an exchange student with the American Field Service. Compared to most visitors,I didn't travel much. I lived with a Chilean family and had the responsibilities of any Chilean teenager.I went to school every day, in uniform. I had good days andbad days and days that I didn't understand.Chuquicamata, my host community, is a mining camp in the Atacama Desert. There is no disco, no shopping center, no museum or beach. Driveways must be watered daily to keep the dust down.When I arrived here,I was scared. It was so different from the urban middle-class America I was accustomed to. There were lost dogs on the streets, and a constant cloud of brick-colored dust came from the mine. There was no downtown, few smoothly paved streets, and litle to do for amusement. The people worked extremely hard. Rain was a rare phenomenon; earthquakes and windstorms were frequent.I had studied Spanish for two and a half years and was always one of the best students in my class. But in my first week in Chile I was barely able to communicate and desperate for one person to whom I could explain my shock.I couldn't speak the thoughts in my head-and there were so many.Most exchange students experience this like me. Culture shock presents itself in everything from increased aggression toward the people to lack of appetite or weight gain and depression.I was required to overcome all difficulties. Being an exchange student is not easy.As time passed, everything changed.I began to forget words in English and to dream in Spanish and love Chilean food.I got used to not depending on expensive things for fun. Fun in Chuquicamata was being with people. And I took math, physics, chemistry, biology, Spanish, art, and philosophy.But the sacrifices were nothing compared to the gain.I learned how to accept as well as to succeed in another culture.I now know the world is my community and have a much deeper understanding of both myself and others.What can we learn from the passage？

Bill can inspect a case of cell phones in 6 hours. Jack can inspect the same case of cell Phones in 4 hours. After working alone for l hour, Bill stops for lunch. After taking a 30-minute lunch break. Bill and Jack work together to inspect the remaining cell phones. How long do Bill and Jack work together to complete the job?

Practice 1
　　Directions: Read the texts from a newspaper article in which five people talk about where they played when they were children. For questions 1 to 5, match the name of each people (1 to 5) to one of the statements (A to G) given below. Mark your answers on ANSWER SHEET 1.
　　Peter:
　　My favorite childhood play area was the back garden. Back in the days when I was growing up on a large housing estate, the ‘goals’ would be a pair of garage doors or two jackets laid out in the garden. I would spend hours kicking a ball about with my dad, learning how to control, dribble or kick it.
　　Simon：
　　The playground was quite small The floor was covered with flat bricks and there were many that were cracked or broken or missing, and a few weeds struggled through. It was totally enclosed on one side by the school and on the other by high brick walls. It was more like a prison yard--on top of the walls was a layer of concrete into which pieces of broken glass had been stuck. After school was finished my friends and I would climb a lamppost outside the school and sit on top of the wall, slowly breaking off the bits of glass.
　　Alan:
　　I come from an area of terraced houses, pavements and streets. There were no gardens. My first school was Prince’s Street Primary and the room in which I received my first lessons had large, folding glass doors that opened onto a small playground that had grass, bushes and flowers. My amazement at seeing these items, which are normal to most of the world, has stayed with me all my life.
　　Nick：
　　I was strictly forbidden from the obvious playground--a long, overgrown ditch running through waste ground, mainly built to take away the rain. It was irresistible to us local schoolchildren. Its charm, compared with the surrounding tennis courts, football pitches and farmland, was purely because it was out of bounds. That area was truly where I grew up, more than in the rest of the little town’s correct and neat suburbia, where my house was.
　　Julle:
　　Unitl I was twelve I was brought up on airforce camps and each camp had a small playground in the middle of the houses. It was always a great meeting place and I remember sitting with my friends on the swings many evenings until dark. You would often go out and swing for hours until someone else came out. I always liked swinging.
　　Now match each of the people (1 to 5) to the appropriate statement.
　　Note: there are two extra statements.
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Can I borrow your digital camera for a couple of days?（）

Can I borrow your digital camera for a couple of days?（）