“BANG!” the door caused a reverberation (回聲). It was just standing there, with father standing on one side, and I on the other side.
We were both in great anger. “Never set foot in this house again!” stormed father. With tears welling up in my eyes, I rushed out of the flat and ran along the street.The street lights were shining, causing rather sad-feeling. I walked around aimlessly.
A young father who held a child in his arms walked past me. I felt as if I saw my childhood from another space: happy and carefree.
But now … I don’t know whether it is because I have grown up or because dad is getting old. We differ in our ways of thinking. He always put his opinions of behavior on me. Whenever I do something wrong, he never admits(容許) it. We are just like two people coming from two different worlds. It feels like there is an iron door between us that can never be opened.
I wandered the streets, without a destination in mind. My heart was frozen on this hot summer night. As I walked on there were fewer and fewer people on the streets, until I had only the street lights to keep me company. When I finally reached the high-rise apartment block in which I lived, I saw that the light was still on.
I thought to myself: “Is father waiting for me, or is he still angry with me?”
In fact, it was nothing. Perhaps, dad was throwing away some of his old stamps. Perhaps he thought they were useless. I never had the courage to tell him that I liked collecting stamps.      
All the lights were off except father’s.
Dad was always like this. Maybe he didn’t know how to express himself. After shouting at me, he never showed any moments of regret. However, after an argument he has the habit of tucking me underneath the covers (掖被子) while I am sleeping.
This was how he always was．He has been a leader for so long that telling everyone else what to do has become his second nature.
The light was still on. “Am I wrong?” I whispered, maybe… With the key in hand, I was as nervous as I had ever been. At last, I decided to open the door. As soon as I opened the door tears ran down my face. I suddenly realized that the iron door that I had imagined between us did not exist at all. Love—it’s second to none!

1. 1.

   Decide which is the best order of the following according to what happened in the passage.
   a. I opened the door and entered the house.
   b. Sadly I ran out into the street.
   c. I reached the place where I lived and saw my house still brightly lit.
   d. I thought of my father’s kindness towards me.
   e. I walked about in the street without any aim

   1. A.
      b-e-d-c-a
   2. B.
      b-e-c-d-a
   3. C.
      b-e-a-c-d
   4. D.
      b-e-c-a-d
2. 2.

   What made the writer think of his childhood?

   1. A.
      The sight of the street lights
   2. B.
      The sight of the empty street
   3. C.
      The sight of a father with a child in his arms
   4. D.
      The sight of light in his own house
3. 3.

   What can we infer about the reason why the father often shouts at his son?

   1. A.
      The father is getting older and older
   2. B.
      The son has more fashionable opinions than his father
   3. C.
      They usually disagree with each other
   4. D.
      The father has got used to being a leader for long
4. 4.

   What conclusion（結(jié)論）can be drawn after reading the passage?

   1. A.
      The father treats his son in an unfair way
   2. B.
      The father is actually kind to his son
   3. C.
      The father is neither kind nor cruel to his son
   4. D.
      The father is always finding mistakes with his son
5. 5.

   Which of the following would be the best title for this passage?

   1. A.
      The Generation Gap
   2. B.
      ASleepless Summer Night
   3. C.
      An Iron Doorinside
   4. D.
      Father’s Love

Ma Yan is not really a writer, but this 15-year-old girl has written a book that has moved many people around the world. Ma Yan’s diary tells us about Ma’s life. She lives in a poor village called Zhangjiashu in Tongxin, Ningxia, and she has no money to go to school. However, she is brave and wants to go to school very much.
Her mother gave her diary to a reporter, Pierre Haski when he went to Zhangjiashu in 2001. Now, Ma Yan’s diary has been published in France, Italy, Germany, Japan and China.
Ma Yan is now a Junior Three student at Yuwang Middle School in Tongxin. Before this, she had to drop out of school twice. She had to stop going to school the first time, because her mum told her there was no money for her to go to school. She worked for 21 days and saved 13 yuan. With this money, she went back to school. The second time, her family told her she had to leave school while her two brothers could stay.
“I want to study,” Ma Yan wrote in her diary. “Why can boys study but girls can’t? It would be wonderful if I could stay at school forever.”
Ma Yan loves school so much because she wants to have a better life.
“My parents work hard in the fields but they are still poor. They have no knowledge(知識(shí)). Most girls in my village leave school early and get married young. I don’t want that kind of life,” Ma Yan said.
After her story became known, many students sent money to her. She hopes to go to Tsinghua University and become a reporter. “Then, I can find poor kids like me, and help them,” she said.
【小題1】Ma Yan’s diary has been published in France, Italy, Germany, Japan and       .

When I was a girl of 10, I joined the school cross-country team and practiced twice a week, on the 1,8-km course I'd never really run before and I thought the course would be easy. It was a real shock I ran out of breathe(喘氣)within the first few minutes. I never realized how tiring running could be but I didn’t t think about give up.
Over time,I did get a little bit faster. However, I was really slow. In races, I would finish close to last. I'd always have to stop more than once, especially in the longer races, which were 2. 5 to 2. 8 km. After every race, I'd go home and cry. But 1 still didn't stop running, holding onto that picture of crossing the finishingline and finally doing well.  
Then one of my friends joined the team, too. She could run easily and even came in the 18^th in a big race! I felt so slow and my confidence(自信) was lower than ever. I became so nervous when I thought of the races that I wanted to give up badly.
Still. I refund to. Finally. 1 realized that the reason I was to nervous was that I was always worried that I wasn't ready for them. So a few weeks before the next 2. 8-km race. I practiced running almost 3 km every day. which helped me improve my pace(步伐).
When the time came for the big race, all that practicing really paid off. I stopped only once and my pace was so much better.
I realized that I’d finally gotten happiness with running. But the funny thing was. It didn't come from doing better, Instead, it came from the fact that I hid tried harder and never given up.
【小題1】 Before she took the 1.8-km course, the writer________.