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正是因为不停地追求进取，我们才感到生活幸福。一件事完成后，另一件随之而来，如此连绵不绝，永无止境。对于往前看的人来说，眼前总有一番新天地。虽然我们蜗居于这颗小行星上，整日忙于琐事且生命短暂，但我们生来就有不尽的希望，如天上繁星，遥不可及。只要生命犹在，希望便会不止。真正的幸福在于怎样开始，而不是如何结束，在于我们的希冀。

Reading is fun, not because the writer is telling you something, but because it makes your mind work. Your own imagination works along with the author’s or even goes beyond his. Your experience, compared with his, brings you to the same or different conclusions, and your ideas develop as you understand this.Every book stands by itself, like a one-family house, but books in a library are like houses in a city. Although they are separate, together they all add up to something; they are connected with each other and with other cities. The same ideas, or related ones, turn up in different places; the human problems that repeat themselves in life repeat themselves in literature, but with different solutions according to different writings at different times.

A severe shortage of drivers could hurt the U.S. economy, which relies heavily on trucking. Those in the industry say openings number in the thousands, if only tens of thousands. The shortage is unlikely to end soon.The government estimates the number of truck drivers will raise 19% from 2002 to 2012, making driving one of the fastest-growing occupations during those 10 years. Trucking companies are trying to fill jobs by offering drivers cash bonuses and prizes such as boats and vacations to refer fellow drivers who switch their firms. Base pay is rising, and trucking companies are guaranteeing drivers much time at home. Firms are offering generous 401(k), stock option and health care packages and other perks. Truck stops now have message therapists and Wi-Fi computer technology.Still, the number of drivers is woefully inadequate. It’s not just an issue of recruiting. Retaining drivers has become constant headache: The turnover rate at large trucking-companies was 116% in the second quarter,according to the American Trucking Associations. “I define this as the most serious problem the industry has.” says Duff Swain, president of Trincon Group, transportation consulting firm in Columbus, Ohio. Companies he has been speaking to recently say 10% of their trucks are idle because they can’t find enough drivers. It goes long way beyond trucking. Trucks carried more than three-quarters of the goods that travel in the USA in 2003. If there aren’t enough drivers to haul the nation’s production, the economy runs the risk of stumbling. Plus, if drivers can be found only by raising pay and benefits, those costs could be passed along and eventually could show up in higher consumer prices.1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.

1. Her whole being was filled with a vague , which was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul’s summer day.2. As she had forgotten her keys, she got into the house by the simple of climbing through a window.3. All the tickets for the concert had been sold. Fortunately I knew one of the actors and by working the we were able to see it.4. Nuclear explosion can be a fatal that will cause heavy loss of life.5. Professor Smith possesses a __. That’s why he is so popular with his students.

Putting feelings into words makes sadness and anger less intense, U. S. brain researchers said on Wednesday in a finding that explains why (1) to a therapist often makes people feel better.They said talking about negative feelings (2) a part of the brain (3) for impulse control. “This region of the brain seems to be (4) in putting on the brakes,” said researcher Matthew Lieberman. He and colleagues (5) the brains of 30 people—18 women and 12 men between 18 and 36—who were shown pictures of faces (6) strong emotions. They were asked to (7) the feelings in words like sad or angry, or to choose between two gender-specific names (8) “Sally or Harry” that matched the face. (9) they found is that when people (10) a word like “angry” to an angry-looking face, the (11) in the portion of the brain that handles fear, panic and other strong emotions decreased. “This seems to dampen down the response in these basic emotional (12) in the brain” Lieberman said in a telephone interview.What lights (13) instead is the part of the brain that controls impulses. “This is the only region of the entire brain that is more active when you choose an emotional word for the picture (14) when you choose a name for the picture,” he said.He said the same region of the brain has been found in (15) studies to play a role in motor control. “If you are driving along and you see a yellow light, you have to inhibit one response in order to step on the brake,” he said, “This same region helps to inhibit emotional responses as well.” The researchers did not find significant differences along gender lines, but Lieberman said prior studies had hinted at some differences in the benefits men and women derived from talking about their feelings. “Women may do more of this spontaneously, but when men are instructed to do it, they may get more benefit from it,” he said.

With its common interest in law-breaking but its immense range of subject-matter and widely-varying methods of treatment, the crime novel could make a legitimate claim to be regarded as a separate branch of literature, or, at least, as a distinct, even though a slightly disreputable, offshoot of the traditional novel.The detective story is probably the most respectable (at any rate in the narrow sense of the word) of crime species. Its creation is often the relaxation of university teachers, literary economists, scientists or even poets. Fatalities may occur more frequently and mysteriously than might be expected in polite society, but the world in which they happen, the village, seaside resort, college or studio, is familiar to us, if not from our own experience, at least in the newspaper or the lives of friends. The characters, though normally realized superficially, are as recognizably human and consistent as our less intimate associates. A story set in a more remote environment, African jungle, or Australian bush, ancient China or gas-lit London, appeals to our interest in geography or history, and most detective story writers are conscientious in providing a reasonably authentic background. The elaborate, carefully assembled plot, despised the modern intellectual critics and creators of significant novels, has found refuge in the murder mystery with its sprinkling of clues, its spicing with apparent impossibilities, all with appropriate solutions and explanations at the end. With the guilt of escapism from Real Life nagging gently, we secretly revel in the unmasking of evil by a vaguely super-human detective, who sees through and dispels the cloud of suspicion which has hovered so unjustly over the innocent.Though its villain also receives his rightful deserts, the thriller presents a less comfortable and credible world. The sequence of fist fights, revolver duels, car crashes and escapes from gas-filled cellars exhausts the reader far more than the hero, who, suffering from at least two broken ribs, one black eye, uncountable bruises and a hangover, can still chase and overpower an armed villain with the physique of a wrestler. He moves dangerously through a world of ruthless gangs, brutality, a vicious lust for power and money and, in contrast to the detective tale, with a near-omniscient arch-criminal whose defeat seems almost accidental. Perhaps we miss in the thriller the security of being safely led by our imperturbable investigator past a score of red herrings and blind avenues to a final gathering of suspects when an unchallengeable elucidation of all that has bewildered us is given and justice and goodness prevail. All that we vainly hope for from life is granted vicariously.1. The crime novel may be regarded as .2. The text suggests that intellectuals write detective stories because .3. What feature of the detective story is said to disqualify it from respectful consideration by intellectual critics?4. One of the most incredible characteristics of the hero of a thriller is __.5. In what way are the detective story and thriller unlike?

A green and yellow parrot, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over: “Allez vous-en! Allez vous-en! Sapristi! That’s all right! ” He could speak a little Spanish, and also a language which nobody understood, unless it was the mocking-bird that hung on the other side of the door, whistling his fluty notes out upon the breeze with maddening persistence.Mr. Pontellier, unable to read his newspaper with any degree of comfort, arose with an expression and an exclamation of disgust. He walked down the gallery and across the narrow “bridges” which connected the Lebrun cottages one with the other. He had been seated before the door of the main house. The parrot and the mocking bird were the property of Madame Lebrun, and they had the right to make all the noise they wished. Mr. Pontellier had the privilege of quitting their society when they ceased to be entertaining.He stopped before the door of his own cottage, which was the fourth one from the main building and next to the last. Seating himself in a wicker rocker which was there, he once more applied himself to the task of reading the newspaper. The day was Sunday; the paper was a day old. The Sunday papers had not yet reached Grand Isle. He was already acquainted with the market reports, and be glanced restlessly over the editorials and bits of news which he had not had time to read before quitting New Orleans the day before.Mr. Pontellier wore eye-glasses. He was a man of forty, of medium height and rather slender build: he stooped a little. His hair was brown and straight, parted on one side. His beard was neatly and closely trimmed.Once in a while he withdrew his glance from the newspaper and looked about him. There was more noise than ever over at the house. The main building was called “the house” to distinguish it from the cottages. The chattering and whistling birds were still at it. Two young girls, the Farival twins, were playing a duet from “Zampa” upon the piano. Madame Lebrun was bustling in and out, giving orders in a high key to a yard-boy whenever she got inside the house, and directions in an equally high voice to a dining room servant whenever she got outside. She was a fresh, pretty woman, clad always in white with elbow sleeves. Her starched skins crinkled as she came and went. Farther down, before one of the cottages, a lady in black was walking demurely up and down, telling her beads. A good many persons of the pension had gone over to the Cheniere Caminada in Beaudelet’s slugger to hear mass. Some young people were nut under the water-oaks playing croquet. Mr. Pontellier’s two children were there—sturdy little fellows of four and five. A quadroon nurse followed them about with a faraway, meditative air.Mr. Pontellier finally lit a cigar and began to smoke, letting the paper drag idly from his hand. He fixed his gaze upon a white sunshade that was advancing at snail’s pace from the beach. He could see it plainly between the gaunt trunks of the water-oaks and across the stretch of yellow chamomile. The gulf looked far away, melting hazily into the blue of the horizon. The sunshade continued to approach slowly. Beneath its pink-lined shelter were his wife, Mrs. Pontellier, and young Robert Lebrun. When they reached the cottage, the two seated themselves with some appearance of fatigue upon the upper step of the porch, facing each other, each leaning against a supporting post.“What folly! to bathe at such an hour in such heat!” exclaimed Mr. Pontellier. He himself had taken a plunge at daylight. That was why the morning seemed long to him.“You are burnt beyond recognition,” he added, looking at his wife as one looks at a valuable piece of personal property which has suffered some damage. She held up her hands, strong, shapely hands, and surveyed them critically, drawing up her lawn sleeves above the wrists. Looking at them reminded her of her rings, which she had given to her husband before leaving for the beach. She silently reached out to him, and he understanding, took the rings from his vest pocket and dropped them into her open palm. She slipped them upon her fingers; then clasping her knees, she looked across at Robert and began to laugh. The rings sparkled upon her fingers. He sent back an answering smile.“What is it?” asked Pontellier, looking lazily and amused from one to the other. It was some utter nonsense; some adventure out there in the water, and they both tried to relate it at once. It did not seem half so amusing when told. They realized this, and so did Mr. Pontellier. He yawned and stretched himself. Then he got up, saying he had half a mind to go over to Klein’s hotel and play a game of billiards.“Come go along, Lebrun,” he proposed to Robert. But Robert admitted quite frankly that he preferred to stay where he was and talk to Mrs. Pontellier.“Well, send him about his business when he bores you, Edna,” instructed her husband as he prepared to leave.“Here, take the umbrella,” she exclaimed, holding it out to him. He accepted the sunshade, and lifting it over his head descended the steps and walked away.“Coming back to dinner?” his wife called after him. He halted a moment and shrugged his shoulders. He felt in his vest pocket; there was a ten-dollar bill there. He did not know; perhaps he would return for the early dinner and perhaps he would not. It all depended upon the company which he found over at Klein’s and the size of “the game.” He did not say this, but she understood it, and laughed, nodding good-bye to him.Both children wanted to follow their father when they saw him starting out. He kissed them and promised to bring them back bonbons and peanuts.1. Which of the following adjectives best describe Mr. Pontellier?2. In Mr. Poniellier’s mind’s eye, his wife is .3. The image that the story evokes in reader’s mind in its very beginning is .4. From the story we know that Mrs. Pontellier is a/an wife.5. Mr. Pontellier enjoys .

Pundits who want to sound judicious are fond of warning against generalizing. Each country is different, they say, and no one story fits all of Asia. This is, of course, silly: all of these economics plunged into economic crisis within a few months of each other, so they must have had something in common.In fact, the logic of catastrophe was pretty much the same in Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia and South Korea. (Japan is a very different story.) In each case investors mainly, but not entirely, foreign banks who had made short-term loans all tried to pull their money out at the same lime. The result was a combined banking and currency crisis: a banking crisis because no bank can convert all its assets into cash on short notice; a currency crisis because panicked investors were trying not only to convert long-term assets into cash, but to convert baht or rupiah into dollars. In the face of the stampede, governments had no good options. If they let their currencies plunge inflation would soar and companies that had borrowed in dollars would go bankrupt; if they tried to support their currencies by pushing up interest rates, the same firms would probably go bust from the combination of debt burden and recession. In practice, countries split the difference and paid a heavy price regardless.Was the crisis a punishment for bad economic management? Like most clichés, the catchphrase “crony capitalism” has prospered because it gets at something real: excessively cozy relationships between government and business really did lead to a lot of bad investments. The still primitive financial structure of Asian business also made the economics peculiarly vulnerable to a loss of confidence. But the punishment was surely disproportionate to the crime, and many investments that look foolish in retrospect seemed sensible at the time.Given that there were no good policy options, was the policy response mainly on the fight track? There was frantic blame-shifting when everything in Asia seemed to be going wrong: now there is a race to claim credit when some things have started to go right. The international Monetary Fund points to Korea’s recovery—and more generally to the fact that the sky didn’t fall after all—as proof that its policy recommendations were right. Never mind that other IMF clients have done far worse, and that the economy of Malaysia, which refused IMF help, and horrified respectable opinion by imposing capital controls, also scents to be on the mend. Malaysia’s prime Minister, by contrast claims full credit for any good news—even though neighboring economies also seem to have bottomed out.The truth is that an observer without any ax to grind would probably conclude that none of the policies adopted cither on or in defiance of the IMF’s advice made much difference either way. Budget policies, interest rate policies, ban king reform, whatever countries tried, just about all the capital that could flee, did. And when there was no mere money to run, the natural recuperative powers of the economics finally began to prevail. At best, the money doctors who purported to offer cures provided a helpful bedside manner; at worst, they were like medieval physicians who prescribed bleeding as a remedy for all ills.Will the patients stage a full recovery? It depends on exactly what you mean by “full”. South Korea’s industrial production is already above its pre-crisis level; but in the spring of 1997 anyone who had predicted zero growth in Korea n industry over the next two years would have been regarded as a reckless doomsayer. So if by recovery you mean not just a return to growth, but one that brings the region’s performance back to something like what people used to regard us the Asian norm, they have a long way to go.1. According to the passage, which of the following is NOT the writer’s opinion?2. The writer thinks that those Asian countries .3. It can be inferred from the passage that IMF policy recommendations .4. All of the following terms might refer to the same group of people EXCEPT .5. At the end of the passage, the writer seems to think that a full recovery of the Asian economy is .

Many parts of an aircraft are ______ together.

The announcement will ______ the rumors of a takeover that have plagued the company for the past 18 months.

It’s a pity that she mars the account of what happened by ______ her own views too much.

Shortly after the boat docked, the passengers ______.

The plot of the film is just a ______ boy-meets-girl scenario.

The meter needs to be carefully ______ before any measurements are made.

I tried very hard to restrain ray laughter, but tears started flowing down my cheeks and I began ______.

Little green patches of moss grew on the rock where water had ______ out.

The referee ______ the goal, ruling that a player’s hand had touched the ball.

He’s written a new book in which he ______ his vision of social reform.

As a clergyman’s son he’d ______ a set of mystical beliefs from the cradle.

The monument was ______ out of the side of a mountain.

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