That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was, walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theatre. With opening night only a week ago, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.
As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers. Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.
About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.
Suddenly I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I’d heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.
Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck (垃圾車) pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside, “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eye. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked, holding up a small square shape.
It was nearly 3 A.M. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn’t get much sleep that night, but I had gotten my wallet back. I also had gotten back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn’t be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other

1. 1.

   How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?

   1. A.
      Cold and sick
   2. B.
      Disappointed and helpless
   3. C.
      Satisfied and cheerful
   4. D.
      Fortunate and helpful
2. 2.

   On her way home the writer _______

   1. A.
      was robbed of her wallet by an armed man
   2. B.
      was stopped by a garbage truck driver
   3. C.
      lost her wallet unknowingly
   4. D.
      found some homeless people following her
3. 3.

   In the fifth paragraph, why did the writer say she was dreaming?

   1. A.
      Someone offered to take her back home
   2. B.
      A red-haired man came to see her
   3. C.
      Her wallet was found in a garbage truck
   4. D.
      She heard someone call her name
4. 4.

   From the text, we can infer that the writer _________

   1. A.
      would stay on in San Francisco
   2. B.
      would stop working at night
   3. C.
      would make friends with cleaners
   4. D.
      would give up her job at the bank

That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was walking home at one in morning after a tiring practice at the theatre. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.

As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold . I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers. Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.

About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.

Suddenly I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I’d heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found .

Just as I was about to give up the search , I heard the garbage truck（垃圾車）pull up to the sidewalk next to me . When a voice called from the inside, “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eye. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked, holding up a small square shape.

It was nearly 3：00 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn’t get much sleep that night, but I had gotten my wallet back. I also had gotten back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn’t be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.

1．How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?

       A．Cold and sick．                                  B．Fortunate and helpful

       C．Satisfied and cheerful．                       D．Disappointed and helpless．

2．From the first paragraph , we learn that the writer was busy        ．

       A．solving her problem at the bank

       B．taking part in various city activities

       C．learning acting in an evening school

       D．preparing for the first night show

3．On her way home the writer         ．

       A．lost her wallet unknowingly

       B．was stopped by a garbage truck driver

       C．was robbed of her wallet by an armed man

       D．found some homeless people following her

4．In the fifth paragraph, why did the writer say she was dreaming ?

       A．Someone offered to take her back home．

       B．A red-haired man came to see her．

       C．She heard someone call her name．

       D．Her wallet was found in a garbage truck．

5．From the text , we can infer that the writer        ．

       A．would stop working at night                                                B．would stay on in San Francisco

       C．would make friends with cleaners         D．would give up her job at the bank

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　　That cold January night，I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco．

　　There I was，walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater．With opening night only a week away，I was still learning my lines．I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time．As l walked，I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco．City life had become too much for me．

　　As l walked down empty streets under tall buildings，I felt very small and cold．l began running，both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers(搶劫犯)．Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets．

　　About a block from my apartment(公寓房間)，I heard a sound behind me．I turned quickly，half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun．The street was empty．All I saw was a shining streetlight．Still，the noise had made me nervous，so I started to run faster．Not until reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been．It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk．

　　Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired anymore．I ran out of the door and back to where l'd heard the noise．Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes，my wallet was nowhere to be found．

　　Just as I was about to give up the search，I heard the garbage truck(垃圾車)pull up to the sidewalk next to me．When a voice called from the inside，“Alisa Camacho？”I thought I was dreaming．How could this man know my name？The door opened，and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes．“Is this what you're looking for？”he asked，holding up a small square shape．

　　It was nearly 3 a．m．by the time I got into bed．I wouldn't get much sleep that night，but I had gotten my Wallet back．I also had gotten back some enjoyment of city life．I realized that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other．

1．How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work？

[　　]

A．Cold and sick．

B．Fortunate and hopeful．

C．Satisfied and cheerful．

D．Disappointed and helpless．

2．From the first paragraph，we learn that the writer was busy________．

[　　]

A．solving her problem at the bank

B．taking part in various city activities

C．learning acting in an evening school

D．preparing for the first night show

3．On her way home the writer________．

[　　]

A．lost her wallet unknowingly

B．was stopped by a garbage truck driver

C．was robbed of her wallet by an armed man

D．found some homeless people following her

4．In the fifth paragraph，why did the writer say she was dreaming？

[　　]

A．Someone offered to take her back home．

B．A red-haired man came to see her．

C．She heard someone call her name．

D．Her wallet was found in a garbage truck．

5．From the text，we can infer that the writer________．

[　　]

A．would stop working at night

B．would stay on in San Francisco

C．would make friends with cleaners

D．would give up her job at the bank

That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was, walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theatre. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.
As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers (搶劫犯). Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.
About a block from my apartment (公寓房間), I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.
Suddenly I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I’d heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.
Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck (垃圾車) pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside, “ Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? the door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked, holding up a small square shape.
It was nearly 3 A.M. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn’t get much sleep that night, but I had gotten my wallet back. I also had gotten back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn’t be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.
1. How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?
A. Cold and sick           B. Fortunate and helpful
C. Satisfied and cheerful      D. Disappointed and helpless
2. From the first paragraph, we learn that the writer was busy ______.
A. solving her problem at the bank         B. taking part in various city activities
C. learning acting in a n evening school      D. preparing for the first night show
3. On her way home the writer _______.
A. lost her wallet unknowingly               B. was stopped by a garbage truck driver
C. was robbed of her wallet by an armed man   D. found some homeless people following her
4. In the fifth paragraph, why did the writer say she was dreaming?
A. Someone offered to take her back home. B. A red-haired man came to see her.
C. She heard someone call her name D. Her wallet was found in a garbage truck.
5. From the text, we can infer that the writer _________.
A. would stop working at night       B. would stay on in San Francisco
C. would make friends with cleaners    D. would give up her job at the bank