I（）my breath as I walked into the darkness.

Absolutely, that movie and I must admit that its director is brilliant.

A、held my breath

B、caught my breath

C、took my breath away

A. out of breath

B. catch breath

C. catch my breath

D. lose my breath

A.near

B.almost

C.hardly

D.nearly

—Excuse me, can you tell me the time？ —_______

A.Yes, I can.

B.It’s Sunday.

C.Sorry, my watch is out of order.

D.No, I don’t know.

A.A. was about to

B.B. had to

C.C. was long to

D.D. was way to

e I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt tow things, and I knew it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself:

All right, then, I'll go to hell----and tore it up.

It was awful thoughts, and awful words, but they was said. And I let them stay said; and never though no more about reforming.

1) Who was the I, which book was the passage taken from？ And by whom？ 2) Why did he think it was awful thought？ Analyze it.

3) Analyze the characteristic of the hero.

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I was required to read one of Bernie Siegel’s books in college and was hooked on his positivity from that moment on. The stories of his unconventional 36 and the exceptional patients he wrote about were so 37 to me and had such a big 38 on how I saw life from then on.Who knew that so many years later I would look to Dr. Bernie and his CDs again to 39 my own cancer experience？

I’m an ambitious 40, and when I started going through chemo (化疗) , even though I’m a very 41 person, I lost my drive to write. I was just too tired and not in the 42 . One day,while waiting to go in for 43 , I had one of Dr. Bernie’s books in my hand. Another patient 44 what I was reading and struck up a conversation with me 45 he had one of his books with him as well. It 46 that among other things, he was an eighty-year-old writer. He was47 a published author, and he was currently 48 on a new book.

We would see each other at various times and 49 friends. Sometimes he wore a duck hat, and I would tell myself, he was definitely a(n) 50 of Dr. Bernie. He really put a 51 on my face.He unfortunately 52last year due to his cancer, 53 he left a deep impression on me and gave me the 54 to pick up my pen again. I 55 to myself, “If he can do it, then so can I.”

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A.tastes

B.ideas

C.notes

D.memories

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JANET: Hey, how about getting together for a movie tonight？

DANNY: Sure. {A; B; C; D; E}

JANET: Well, let me check the Internet. What about the Interstellar？

DANNY: Wow, I learn that it stars Anne Hathaway, my favorite actress.

JANET: Well, {A; B; C; D; E}, but I am more interested in the film director.

DANNY: Who is it？

JANET: Christopher Nolan, a British-American film director. You must have watched the Inception, one of his masterpieces.

DANNY: Absolutely, that movie took my breath away and I must admit that its director is brilliant. {A; B; C; D; E}

JANET: Obviously it is a sci-fi film, which features a crew of astronauts who travel through a wormhole in search of a new home for humanity.

DANNY: {A; B; C; D; E}

JANET: The screenplay was written by Christopher and his brother Jonathan Nolan.

DANNY: You are such a great fan of sci-fi movie.

JANET: Yeah, I am really into this. So let’s go to this movie and see what exciting experience it will bring to us.

DANNY:{A; B; C; D; E}

A. she is amazing

B. What about the screenplay？

C. Can’t wait to watch it.

D. So could you tell me more about Interstellar？

E. What’s playing？

r thirty-five years ago was not a tall man. But to a five-year-old, he was a giant. We sat side by side, watching the sun go down behind the old Texaco service station across the busy street, a street that I was never allowed to cross unless accompanied by an adult, or at the very least, an older sibling.

Cherry-scented smoke from Grandpa’s pipe kept the hungry mosquitoes at bay while gray, wispy swirls danced around our heads. Now and again, he blew a smoke ring and laughed as I fried to target the hole with ray finger. I, clad in a cool summer night, and Grandpa, his sleeveless T-shirt, sat watching the traffic. We counted cars and tried to guess the color of the next one to turn the corner.

Once again, I was caught in the middle of circumstances. The fourth born of six children, it was not uncommon that I was either too young or too old for something. This night I was both. While my two baby brothers slept inside the house, my three older siblings played with friends around the comer, where I was not allowed to go. I stayed with Grandpa, and that was okay with me. I was where I wanted to be. My grandfather was babysitting while my mother, father and grandmother went out.

"Thirsty？" Grandpa asked, never removing the pipe from his mouth.

"Yes," was my reply.

"How would you like to nm over to the gas station there and get yourself a bottle of Coke？"

I couldn’t believe my ears. Had I heard it right？ Was he talking to me？ On my family’s modest income, Coke was not a part of our budget or diet. A few tantalizing sips was all I had ever had, and certainly never my own bottle.

"Okay," I replied shyly, already wondering how I would get across the street. Surely Grandpa was going to come with me.

Grandpa stretched his long leg out straight and reached his huge hand deep into the pocket. I could hear the familiar jangling of the loose change he always carded. Opening his fist, he exposed a mound of silver coins. There must have been a million dollars there, He instructed me to pick out a dime. After he deposited the rest of the change back into his pocket, he stood up.

"Okay," he said, helping me down the stairs and to the curb, "I’m going to stay here and keep an ear out for the babies. I’ll tell yon when it’s safe to cross. You go over to the Coke machine, get your Coke and come back out. Wait for me to tell you when it’s safe to cross back."

My heart pounded. I clutched my dime tightly in my sweaty palm. Excitement took my breath away.

Grandpa held my hand tightly. Together we looked up the street and down, and back up again. He stepped off the curb and told me it was safe to cross. He let go of my hand and I ran. I ran faster than I had ever run before. The street seemed wide. I wondered if I would make it to the other side. Reaching the other side, I turned to fred Grandpa. There he was, standing exactly where I had left him, smiling proudly. I waved.

"Go on, hurry up," he yelled.

My heart pounded wildly as I walked inside the dark garage. I had been inside the garage before with my father. My surroundings were familiar. I heard the Coca-Cola machine motor humming even before I saw it. I walked directly to the big old red-and-white dispenser. I knew where to insert my dime. I had seen it done before and had fantasized about this moment many times.

The big old monster greedily accepted my dime, and I heard the bottles shift. On tiptoes I reached up and opened the heavy door. There they were: one neat row of thick green bottles, necks staring directly at me, and ice cold from the refrigeration. I held the door open with my shoulder and grabbed one. With a quick yank, I pulled it free from its bondage. Another one immediately took its place. The bottle was cold in my sweaty hands. I will never forget the feeling of the c

A．the author would prefer playing with his three older siblings to staying with his grandpa.

B．they were living in the suburbs where there were not too much traffic on the road.

C．the grandpa was always the one to baby sit for the author and his siblings.

D．the author enjoyed the time that he spent with his grandpa.

A.Whether

B.Whom

C.Which

D.Though