1 . Ida Keeling was 67, weak and sick, when her daughter Cheryl suggested a run to her. Cheryl thought that maybe what would pull her mother out from dark cloud was something that would get her _______ again.

Keeling lived a hard life when young, growing up _______ in Harlem, and doing hard work in factories during the Great Depression. She had _______ her husband early, and two of her four children died in drug-related incidents in 1978 and 1981.

Keeling had sunk into a deep _______, her health had begun to _______, and her daughters began to _______ that they soon might be losing their mother as well.

It had been decades since Keeling had done any _______, and she would later recall that first “mini-run” feeling as if it would never end. But when it did, “I just threw off all my bad _______.”

She hasn’t stopped running since, and it’s no longer as _______ as it was during that first meet. “I was just exercising then,” she says ________ regarding that first run, “and now I’m all over the world.”

When she’s not running, she must be ________. She’s in the gym three to four days a week on a ________ basis. Part of her healthy diet is occasional consumption of alcohol mixed with her coffee or water to ________ blood circulation.

She’s written a book about her ________, titled Can’t Nothing Bring Me Down: Chasing Myself in the Race Against Time. Her ________ is also suitable for everyone: “Every day is another day forward.”

1.

A．working

B．starting

C．exercising

D．winning

2.

A．poor

B．happy

C．out-going

D．depressed

3.

A．met

B．left

C．married

D．lost

4.

A．dream

B．depression

C．regret

D．relaxation

5.

A．recover

B．slide

C．improve

D．disappear

6.

A．believe

B．announce

C．worry

D．realize

7.

A．running

B．decision

C．changing

D．preparation

8.

A．mistakes

B．memories

C．analyses

D．habits

9.

A．difficult

B．cool

C．boring

D．unsafe

10.

A．anxiously

B．cheerfully

C．unwillingly

D．secretly

11.

A．wandering about

B．doing housework

C．making friends

D．working out

12.

A．regular

B．solid

C．daily

D．voluntary

13.

A．aid

B．feel

C．slow

D．resist

14.

A．achievements

B．puzzles

C．reflections

D．experiences

15.

A．prospect

B．philosophy

C．potential

D．prediction

2 . It was a warm summer afternoon in mid-July at the Jersey shore. My four-year-old son and I hit the sand and started our adventure with bucket in hand.

I remembered the days not so long ago when a trip to the beach was just unbearable for my little boy. His sensitivities to sights, sounds, and touches would prevent us from enjoying everyday activities. My son, Will, was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder (ASD自闭症谱系障碍). However, presently, we were able to walk along the edge of the water, looking for seashells to fill our red sandcastle-shaped bucket.

Will began picking up whatever shells he saw lying in the sand. After a while, I looked into the bucket and saw nothing but broken shells. “Will,” I said softly, “all of these shells are broken. You need to find shells like this,” I continued, as I held up a perfectly shaped clamshell with patience. Will gave me a puzzled look and continued on his way, gathering whatever shells he came upon.

I stopped, but this time I asked in a stern voice, “Will, why do you keep filling our bucket with broken shells?” He looked up at me with his big blue eyes and replied, “Mom, these shells are broken, but they are still beautiful.” He began pulling out different shells and commenting on their uniqueness. “This one is broken, but look, it has the color purple on it. Mom, none of yours have purple on them,” he said with such pride.

“And, Mom, this one looks like a smile when you hold it this way,” he said as he reached for another broken shell. “It reminds me of a clown. This one is round like the sun, and these ones are stuck together like butterfly wings...” my eyes gradually filled with tears.

“You’re right, Will,” I agreed. We walked along the beach, collecting only broken shells in our bucket and admiring their beauty.

1. What kept Will from going to the beach in the first place?

A． Lack of company.

B．Time limits.

C．Personal preference.

D．His medical condition.

2. Which of the following can best replace the underlined word “stern” in Para 4?

A．Confused

B．Proud

C．Serious

D．Gentle

3. Why did Will mention the purple color on a shell with pride?

A．Because he was into the shells of enormous sizes.

B．Because he knew purple was the rarest color for seashells.

C．Because he regarded the purple shell unique though broken.

D．Because he was reminded of his favorite toy at home.

4. What lesson can we learn from the passage?

A．Chance favors those who are well prepared.	B．Beauty can still be found in imperfection.
C．Happiness in life is to move forward.	D．Experience is the father of wisdom.

3 . My birth was a little more dramatic than the standard. Within minutes of coming out, I was taken away into another room while doctors gave my parents the difficult news: I was born missing my left hand. I’m sure it was quite shocking for them.

Indeed, that announcement of my limb (肢体) difference might have been a disaster if it hadn’t been for what happened next. I’m told that a nurse wrapped me up, took me back into the room, placed me in my mother’s arms and instructed. “You will take her home. You will raise her like you would any baby girl.”

My parents took that instruction seriously. I played sports, acted in theater, excelled in school, participated in student government and had playdates with friends. As kids do, I quickly learned to adapt, working around the missing hand. One of my earliest memories is my father trying to teach me to tie my shoes. His two-handed method wouldn’t work for me, so I figured out a way to do it with one hand.

However, that fact that I was different hit me hard when was 13, an age of great self-conscious and the need to fit in. I remember getting on the school bus and one of the kids stared just a little too long at my left arm. The staring unnerved me in a way it never had before, and I felt a sudden urge to hide my hand, so I quickly slipped it into my pocket. I told myself that I’d just hide it that one day, while I was trying to make friends. But one day of hiding turned into a week, which turned into a month, which became years.

After a two-decade struggle, I accidentally joined the Lucky Fin Project, where I met a group of people with limb difference. Among them, I felt no need to hide anymore. When I wasn’t so focused on hiding myself, I was able to look around, learning to appreciate the world and love myself.

1. What prevented the author’s limb difference from becoming a disaster?

A．The life lessons her teachers gave her.

B．The determination of the author herself.

C．The talents she showed in school activities.

D．The nurse’s instruction after her birth in hospital.

2. Why does the author mention learning to tie shoes in Paragraph 3?

A．To memorize the love and care from her father.

B．To recall a beautiful childhood memory.

C．To show her adaptability to daily tasks.

D．To introduce an academic success.

3. What led to the author’s hiding of her hand for years?

A．The self-consciousness of her disability.

B．The stare from a kid on the school bus.

C．The experiences of being ignored.

D．The desire to please her friends.

4. What can be a suitable title for this passage?

A．Time Waits for No One.	B．There’s Nothing to Hide.
C．One Hand Equals Two.	D．It’s All About Family.

4 . 阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。

It was early morning, yet already it had been a very bad day. One thing after another, the downward spiral (螺旋) continued when a large bottle of orange juice slid from my hands and fell to the floor. Glass and sticky juice splashed to the farthest corners of the kitchen. Shocked, I looked at the mess. Then I dropped heartbrokenly down to the floor, my eyes filling with tears. The tears seemed to show that “today is just not my day.”

Bad day or not, things had to be done. Filled with anxiety and negative mental baggage, I got in my car to drive into town. In the few minutes it took to travel to the bank I made a decision. I would be careful not to pass my bad day off to anyone else. I would be friendly and polite. And I would NOT be angry when that careless driver pulled quickly and rudely in front of me causing me to brake suddenly.

Standing in line at the bank, I was silently talking to myself. Actually, I was scolding myself. All of the events that had accumulated and contributed to my bad day were, in reality, so very minor and trivial. I was over-reacting. I was filled with self-pity. I tried to imagine the innumerable, individual lives that had been affected by terrorist attacks, by war, by hurricanes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

For the second time that day my eyes filled with tears as I realized how disconnected I felt from all those individuals who are trying to cope with truly miserable experiences in their lives.

They all seemed so distant and unknowable, and this justified and strengthened my belief that I was being self-centered and selfish. I was sure that all my efforts to be a caring and loving person were in vain.

A voice broke through my mental distractions. Somehow I had mechanically finished my bank transaction (交易) and the teller was trying to get my attention. “Young lady,” she was saying, gently, “Young lady!”

注意：1.续写词数应为150左右；
2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。

I looked up and into the eyes of the bank teller, a silver-haired grandmother with a gentle beauty.

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In the moment of her touching my hands, my self-doubt disappeared.

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