In ancient times, the Chinese kite was known as “Zhiyuan”, and was considered to have unique artistic values. It first     1    (appear) in the wars of the Spring & Autumn Period (770 BC - 476 BC). According to historical records, Mo Zi spent three years constructing a     2    (wood) kite, which failed after one day’s flight.     3    book noted that the master carpenter Lu Ban also made several kites which were flown high to spy     4     the enemy.

The technology developed further during the famous Chu-Han War. The general of the Han troops Zhang Liang once ordered his soldiers    5    (fly) kites in the heavy fog around the Chu troops     6    (lead) by Xiang Yu. Children sitting in the large kites played tunes（曲调）of Chu on flutes.

The making procedure can     7    (divide) into three parts, while the basic one remains     8    same. However, styles of kite-making     9    (various) in different regions. These in the “World Kite Capital” of Weifang in Shandong Province are     10    (good) known for their nice craftsmanship, materials, painting, sculpture and flexible flying movement.

In 1866, a terrible sea creature       1    (see) by several ships. Biologist Professor and his servant began to follow and tried to kill it,     2     at last it was found     3     submarine and they       4    (capture), taken inside it because of its secret at that time,     5     they found adventures in the new underwater world, but Ned Land tried to escape. The part is     6    (adapt) from a chapter of the book; Aronnax describes the experience of     7     (walk)on the sea bed.  

They saw many things outside the submarine    8     (be) beautiful, so words are not enough to relate such wonders! The surface of the ocean     9     (astonish) him. The solar rays are pretty. Surrounded by the sea, he felt it was another air     10     (heavy) than the Earth’s atmosphere. Above him was the calm surface of the sea. He could see as if he was in broad daylight.

Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), an American writer of novels and short stories, is well thought of for his unique writing style. He is extremely good at describing the adventures of tough men who he believes “can be destroyed but not     1     (defeat). The Old Man and the Sea, one of his most important novels, tells the story of a fisherman named Santiago. After coming in empty-handed for eighty-four days, Santiago attempts       2     (catch) a huge fish.

The fish was coming in on his circle now calm and beautiful looking and only his great tail moving. The old man pulled on him all that he could to bring him closer. For just a moment the fish turned a little on his side. Then he     3     (straight) himself and began another circle.

“I moved him,” the old man said. “I moved him then.”

He felt faint again now but he held on the great fish all the strain that he could. I moved him, he thought. Maybe this time I can get him over. Pull, hands, he thought. Hold up, legs. Last for me, head. Last for me. You never went. This time I’ll pull him over.

But when he put all of his effort on, starting it well out before the fish came alongside and pulling with all his     4     (strong), the fish pulled part way over and then righted himself and swam away.

“Fish,” the old man said. “Fish, you are going to have to die anyway. Do you have to kill me too?”

That way nothing     5     (accomplish), he thought. His mouth was too dry to speak but he could not reach for the water now. I must get him alongside this time, he thought. I am not good for many more turns. Yes you are, he told himself. You’re good for ever.

On the next turn, he nearly had him. But again the fish righted himself and swam slowly away.

You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I     6     (see) a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother. Come on and kill me. I do not care who kills who.

Now you are getting     7     (confuse) in the head, he thought. You must keep your head clear. Keep your head clear and know how to suffer like a man. Or a fish, he thought.

“Clear up, head,” he said in     8     voice he could hardly hear. “Clear up.”

Twice more it was the same on the turns.

I do not know, the old man thought. He had been on the point     9     feeling himself go each time. I do not know. But I will try it once more.

He tried it once more and he felt himself going when he turned the fish. The fish righted himself and swam off again slowly with the great tail weaving in the air.

I’ll try it again, the old man promised, although his hands were mushy now and he could only see well in flashes.

He tried it again and it was the same. So he thought, and he felt himself going     10     he started . I will try it once again.