It was the first time in a year and a half that I________the night face to face.

A. saw       B. have seen          C. had seen         D. would see

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 (剪貼簿)       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

課文填空

1.But as the moon gave ___________________________, I didn’t dare open a window.

2.The dark, rainy evening, the wind, the thundering clouds held me ________________________; it was the        first time in a year and a half that I’d seen the night face to face.

3.Actually all languages change and develop _____________________________________with each other.

4.Then gradually between about AD 800 AND 1150, English became less like German because those          ___________________________________spoke first Danish and later French.

5.She gave me a _______________________---the kind that said she would not change her mind.

6.When I told her the air would be ___________________________and it would be very cold, she said it    would be an interesting experience.

7.Jasper has put up “No Parking” signs outside his gate, but these have not _______________________.

8.Once he landed on the roof of a block of flats and __________________________, he landed in a deserted      car park.

9.The Wayle is a small river that ____________________the park near my home.

10.I turned to look at the children, but there weren’t any ___________________: they had all run away.

閱讀理解

　　She didn’t even know who I was and yet I tried to act the Romeo(羅密歐), the ugly ducking(little duck)that I was! I sat there for a long time, thinking of my own foolishness. Then slowly I tore up(break into pieces)her letter into tiny (small) bits and blew them away. They scattered(go everywhere)on the ground and looked like snow flakes(pieces)under the moonlight. They reminded(make me think of)me of my first sight of her in the library. She had just come in from the cold outside, with snow flakes on her hair and her blue and green coat. It was only half a year ago, but it seemed to me to be an age.

　　That night the moon looked extremely(completely)beautiful but sad to me. Tonight my tears flowed freely.

1．“Who was she?”“She might be a girl ________.”

[　　]

A．who knew the writer but didn’t love him

B．who the writer once met but didn’t know

C．who the writer had met and loved ever since

D．who had been his girl friend but had left him

2．His tearing up her letter into tiny bits and blowing them away showed that ________.

[　　]

A．he love her

B．he was angry with her

C．he hated her

D．he was sad

3．What made him think of their first meeting?

[　　]

A．The snow flakes.

B．The ugly ducking.

C．The beautiful moon.

D．The letter in pieces.

4．The meaning of“an age”in this passage is ________.

[　　]

A．a(chǎn) very long time

B．one year

C．half a year

D．more than half a year

5．It’s possible that the writer and the girl ________.

[　　]

A．were classmates

B．were cousins

C．studied at the same university

D．worked in the same office

Friday was a day I will remember for the rest of my life. A day I have dreamt of since I was a little girl  36   to be swept away by Prince Channing. That day the world could have stopped turning and it wouldn' t have   37   at all.

     Friday night my boyfriend proposed to me during   38  . We were at a fancy restaurant in St. Louis and everything was going   39  . The mood was romantic, the lighting perfect and the  40   was more than I expected -- way more.

      When the waitress brought out our dinners, they were covered so they wouldn' t get  41She brought out his and uncovered his chicken parmesan, then   42   my "pepper - loin,"which was   43   a diamond engagement ring.

      I was so surprised that my first   44   was to laugh and cry at the same time. I  45  over and hugged him and he asked me to marry him. I will never forget that   46  .

      We have taken a huge   47   in our relationship. I' m still very young; I’ll be 21 next month,   48   it seems like the perfect time in my life to take everything one step further into

the   49  . There' s no need to rush though, so we are going to   50   about a year and a half to make sure we have plenty of time to get everything just the   51   we want it.

     With 50 percent of marriages ending in divorce, I want to make sure we   52   our time and do things right. I have read plenty of stories about people who have gotten mala4ed for the wrong   53, and I don' t want to be another statistic.

     For those who are   54   of proposing, or waiting for someone to pop the question, don' t rush it. Wait until you don' t have a   55   in your mind that he or she is the one for you. It will be very much worth your wait.