When it comes to friends, I desire those who will share my happiness, who possess wings of their own and who will fly with me. I seek friends whose qualities illuminate me and train me up for love. I

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I grew up seeing handwritten notes as the best expression of love. My room often 16 small, square papers on the bed for me to find. Sometimes it was just a smiley 17 , other times she simply wrote the words "love you" 18 ordinary ballpoint pen, but it was more than enough.
Starting in elementary school, my mom 19 me to write notes to my grandma who lived a few hours away. Grandma 20 wrote back. The excitement I felt when I looked in the 21 and saw a letter in my grandma′s shaky letters never 22 . By studying her handwriting, I could almost 23 how she′ d been feeling that day. Those notes are now treasures.
The words, "You make me 24 ," from my dad when I got my first prize and birthday notes from friends are all lifelines I can′ t bear to 25 .
However, my greatest lifelines came from my daughter, Avery. One day I put a yellow note on her 26 not realizing there was a blank one 27 to it. When I cleaned out her lunch box that night, the number of my notes had 28 . I cried when I saw she′d written the same thing as me.
"I love you. Avery."
I reached up and stuck my daughter′ s 29 on the cabinet where the sandwich bread was stored as a source of daily 30 . Then later another in my clothes closet where I got 31 , and another on the bathroom mirror where I brushed my 32 .
"I love you. I will .love you for my whole life."
Until today my daughter still 33 posts lifelines to me. Now they are not so much for encouragement 34 they are reminders--reminders that time is flying.
Because the untraditional spelling has become 35 , letters are no longer gigantic, but rather small and dainty (优美的). But the love, the love is still there.
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A.shoes
B.floors
C.teeth
D.walls

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There was a time in my life when beauty meant something special to me. I guess that would have been when ! was about six or seven years old, just several weeks or maybe a month before the orphanage(孤儿院) turned me into an old man.
I would get up every morning at the orphanage, make my bed just like the little soldier that I had become and then I would get into one of the two straight lines and march to breakfast with the other twenty or thirty boys who also lived in my dormitory.
After breakfast one Saturday morning I returned to the dormitory and saw the house parent chasing the beautiful monarch butterflies who lived by the hundreds in the bushes scattered around the orphanage.
I carefully watched as he caught these beautiful creatures, one after another, and then took them from the net and then stuck straight pins through their head and wings, pinning them onto a heavy cardboard sheet.
How cruel it was to kill something of such beauty. I had walked many times out into the bushes, all by myself, just so the butterflies could land on my head, face and hands so I could look at them up close.
When the telephone rang the house parent laid the large cardboard paper down on the back cement (水泥) step and went inside to answer the phone. I walked up to the cardboard and looked at the one butterfly who he had just pinned to the large paper. It was still moving about so I reached down and touched it on the wing causing one of the pins to fall out. It started flying around and around trying to get away but it was still pinned by the one wing with the other straight pin. Finally its wing broke off and the butterfly fell to the ground and just trembled.
I picked up the torn wing and the butterfly and I spat on its wing and tried to get it to stick back on so it could fly away and be free before the house parent came back. But it would not stay on him.

Which of the following is right according to the passage?
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A．I found beauty meant nothing special to me.
B．The house parent helped the children handle the quilt.
C．The house parent chased the butterfly in order to show it to the children.
D．I thought it cruel to catch the butterfly.

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I grew up seeing handwritten notes as the best expression of love. My room often 16 small, square papers on the bed for me to find. Sometimes it was just a smiley 17 , other times she simply wrote the words "love you" 18 ordinary ballpoint pen, but it was more than enough.
Starting in elementary school, my mom 19 me to write notes to my grandma who lived a few hours away. Grandma 20 wrote back. The excitement I felt when I looked in the 21 and saw a letter in my grandma′s shaky letters never 22 . By studying her handwriting, I could almost 23 how she′ d been feeling that day. Those notes are now treasures.
The words, "You make me 24 ," from my dad when I got my first prize and birthday notes from friends are all lifelines I can′ t bear to 25 .
However, my greatest lifelines came from my daughter, Avery. One day I put a yellow note on her 26 not realizing there was a blank one 27 to it. When I cleaned out her lunch box that night, the number of my notes had 28 . I cried when I saw she′d written the same thing as me.
"I love you. Avery."
I reached up and stuck my daughter′ s 29 on the cabinet where the sandwich bread was stored as a source of daily 30 . Then later another in my clothes closet where I got 31 , and another on the bathroom mirror where I brushed my 32 .
"I love you. I will .love you for my whole life."
Until today my daughter still 33 posts lifelines to me. Now they are not so much for encouragement 34 they are reminders--reminders that time is flying.
Because the untraditional spelling has become 35 , letters are no longer gigantic, but rather small and dainty (优美的). But the love, the love is still there.
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A.sort out
B.pack up
C.throw away
D.take up

When it comes to friends, I desire those who will share my happiness, who possess wings of their own and who will fly with me. I seek friends whose qualities illuminate me and train me up for love. It is for these people that I reserve the glowing hours, too good not to share.
When I was in the eighth grade, I had a friend. We were shy and "too serious" about our stud- ies when it was becoming fashionable with our classmates to learn acceptable social behaviors. We said little at school, but she would come to my house and we would sit down with pencils and paper, and one of us would say:"Let's start with a train whistle today." We would sit quietly together and write separate poems or stories that grew out of a train whistle. Then we would read them aloud. At the end of that school year, we were changing into social creatures and the stories and poems stopped.
When I lived for a time in London, I had a friend, he was in despair and I was in despair. But our friendship was based on the idea in each of us that we would be sorry later if we did not explore this great city because we had felt bad at the time. We met every Sunday for five weeks and found many excellent things. We walked until our despairs disappeared and then we parted. We gave London to each other.
For almost four years I have had remarkable friend whose imagination illuminates mine. We write long letters in which we often discover our strangest selves. Each of us appears, sometimes in
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a funny way, in the other's dreams. She and I agree that, at certain times, we seem to be parts of the same mind. In my most interesting moments, I often think : "Yes, I must tell..." We have never met.
It is such comforting companions I wish to keep. One bright hour with their kind is worth more to me than the lifetime services of a psychologist,who will only fill up the healing silence necessary to those darkest moments in which I would rather be my own best friend.
In the eighth grade, what the author did before developing proper social behavior was to_________.

A. become serious about her study
B. go to her friend's house regularly
C. learn from her classmates at school
D. share poems and stories with her friend